The Incubus System Chapter 1107. Chaos and More Chaos!

The Incubus System Chapter 1107. Chaos and More Chaos!

Lord Damon didn’t flinch. Instead, he folded his arms and smirked. “Filth, huh? Coming from an angel who’s standing here alive because of that very filth. Funny how morality shifts when survival is on the line.”

“You arrogant—” Puriel began, but Lord Damon cut her off.

“Arrogant? Me? No, I’m just realistic. Your people hide behind their so-called purity while you guys are no different from us.”

Puriel opened her mouth to retort, but before she could, Lilieth stepped forward, her dark aura swirling ominously around her. “Enough of this sanctimonious nonsense,” she said coldly. “I won’t stand here and listen to you insult my mate or my family.”

Puriel’s gaze snapped to Lilieth, her expression fierce. “Shut up, you demon’s slave!” she spat, her voice cutting like a knife.

That did it.

Lilieth clenched her fists, dark aura flickering around her hands as her demonic claws began to form. Her expression shifted from mildly annoyed to completely pissed off. “Did she just call me a slave?” she growled, her voice low and dangerous.

“Okay, okay, let’s all calm down,” I said quickly, stepping between them again, playing mediator for what felt like the hundredth time today. “Puriel, Lilieth’s not a slave. She’s—”

“I’m his mother,” Lilieth snapped, glaring at Puriel. “And the queen of the dark dimension.”

Puriel blinked, caught off guard. “Mother?” she repeated, clearly confused. “You mean someone finally decided to put up with this arrogant demon lord forever?” She pointed at Lord Damon, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

Lord Damon frowned, clearly not liking the tone. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Before things could spiral further out of control, I cleared my throat loudly. “Look, everyone, this isn’t helping. Can we please focus on not blowing up my house?”

Puriel ignored me, turning back to Lilieth. “You willingly stay with him?” she asked incredulously. “How could you stand being near someone like that?”

Lilieth’s dark aura flared again, her claws glowing ominously. “Oh, I’ve heard enough,” she growled, taking a step forward. “I don’t know what hole you crawled out of, but I will make you regret it!”

“Mom!” I said, stepping in front of her before things escalated further. “Please, calm down. She didn't know who you are.”

Puriel crossed her arms, her expression still fierce. “I know enough. She’s a demon. That’s all I need to know.”

I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose again. “Can we not make this about species, please? Look, Puriel, Lilieth’s my mom. And yeah, she’s a demon, but she’s not your enemy. I mean since you are my partner now, we are kinda a family now, right?”

Lord Damon folded his arms, his gaze cold. “You should teach your pet angel some manners, Damian. Otherwise, I will.”

“She’s not my pet,” I said, my frustration reaching its peak. “And we don’t need any more threats, okay? Let’s all just take a deep breath and—”

Puriel interrupted, pointing at Lord Damon. “If he’s anything like his father, he deserves whatever comes to him.”

Lord Damon’s expression darkened further, but before he could respond, Lilieth stepped forward again, her claws still glowing. “One more word, angel, and I’ll show you exactly what happens when someone disrespects the royals of the dark dimension.”

I stepped between them again, holding up both hands. “Enough!” I said firmly, my voice louder this time. “We’re not doing this. Not in my house. You want to argue? Fine. But do it somewhere that isn’t my living room or somewhere in my house or my yard.”

There was a tense silence as everyone glared at each other, the tension thick enough to cut with a knife. I was about two seconds away from grabbing a megaphone and yelling “Everyone chill out!” when, of course, fate decided things weren’t chaotic enough yet.

The sound of hurried footsteps approached, and before I could react, my front door swung open with a loud bang.

-          Bam!

Standing there, in full demon hunter uniform, was none other than Larry.

“Don’t worry, pal. I will help you!” he declared, puffing out his chest like he was the protagonist of some heroic epic. His voice was loud and confident, as if he were about to save the day in some grand, dramatic fashion.

All eyes turned to him, including Lord Damon’s, Lilieth’s, and Puriel’s.

Larry froze mid-step, his eyes quickly scanning the room. First, his gaze landed on Puriel, her angelic wings spread out behind her. His expression shifted to confusion, but he didn’t stop there. Next, his eyes moved to Lilieth, who stood there with her bat-like succubus wings folded neatly, looking both elegant and irritated. His brows furrowed, and I could see the gears in his brain starting to turn. And then, finally, his eyes landed on Lord Damon, whose imposing skeletal wings and aura practically screamed 'I’m a terrifying demon lord, don’t mess with me'.

“AHHHHH!” Larry screamed, stumbling back a step as realization hit him like a truck. He pointed at each of them in turn, his voice trembling. “A-a-an angel?! A s-succubus?! A-a-and a freaking demon lord?!”

Before he could freak out any further, I crossed the room in two quick strides and clamped my hand over his mouth. “Calm down!” I hissed, my voice low but urgent. “They’re my parents.”

Larry’s eyes widened further, as if that piece of information made everything infinitely worse. His muffled voice came through my hand, something along the lines of “What the actual hell?”

“Relax,” I said, trying to sound as calm as possible. “I’ll explain later.”

He gave me a panicked look but slowly nodded. I took my hand away, relieved that he wasn’t screaming anymore.

“Okay,” he said quietly, taking a deep breath. “Okay. I’m calm. I’m calm,” he stammered.

“Good,” I said. “Now just—”

“I’m doomed, aren’t I?” Larry blurted out, cutting me off before I could finish.

I sighed. “No, you’re not doomed. Just go now before—”