The Incubus System

Chapter 847: Donʼt Let Guard Down

The Incubus System Chapter 837. Donʼt Let Guard Down

I cringed so hard. ”Right, of course. Sorry about that,” I stammered.

A reminder for myself.

ʼDonʼt ask questions you donʼt need to know the answers. ʼ

I had learned my lesson the hard way, and this time, I made sure to mentally disconnect from Damon.

Stiffening slightly, I pushed my embarrassment aside and cleared my throat. ”I assume youʼll take care of this, right?” I asked. Standing up from my seat, I was ready to make my exit.

Lord Damon met my question with a simple ”Yeah.”

”Okay then, I take my leave,” I announced, preparing to teleport away. As the shadows began to envelop my form, I couldnʼt resist offering one last piece of advice.

”Oh, and remember, donʼt let your guard down. It could be a trap. They might make us think theyʼre targeting the human world when their real aim is the demon world,” I warned, the dim darkness swirling around me as I faded and vanished.

In the room, Lord Damon, with a characteristic air of arrogance, let out a scoff. ”Iʼm well aware of that. No need for you to remind me,” he retorted.

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Mirandaʼs PoV

At the 99th floor lobby, Red sprawled out on a velvet couch, trying to look all cute and pet-like, while Shadow mimicked a snoozing housecat, curled up on a nearby rug. The others followed suit, lounging around in their non-threatening forms, aiming to blend in as legit demon pets.

Meanwhile, Ivy and Maria were deep in convo with Luna and Yuffy, chatting about what had happened in the human world. Mostly about that eye and especially Beel.

Miranda stood beside the expansive window, her gaze fixed on the bustling streets below. She couldnʼt help but be mesmerized by the goings-on in the heart of the demon capital.

The city sprawled out in a chaotic yet oddly structured dance of demons, some soaring through the air, their wings cutting the skyline, others scurrying along the labyrinthine streets. There were creatures with forms sheʼd only read about in old fables.

She watched as they conducted their daily affairs, the flow of life in a world sheʼd never expected to be a part of.

Demons, in their various shapes and sizes, moved about with an eerie resemblance to humans. They strolled side by side, some driving sleek, otherworldly cars that zoomed past, their laughter and chatter echoing through the air. The city seemed to throb with life, just like any bustling human metropolis.

Neon lights adorned the modern architecture. Buildings stood tall and sleek, their edges sharp against the darkened sky, while the pulsating lights infused an otherworldly glow to the surroundings.

ʼIf you have a good life... Why do you still bother people? Why do you still want to break through the human world and eat us?ʼ Her thoughts churned with a mix of anger and confusion, her hands balling into fists.

She stood there, lost in thought.

Why had she chosen this path?

She couldnʼt help but second-guess herself. Joining Damian as his servant had seemed like a way out, a ticket to something bigger, but now she couldnʼt shake the gnawing doubt that had her stomach in knots.

In her quieter moments, she even wondered if sheʼd gone completely off the deep end. Was she nuts to have made that call? Surrendering herself, her life, to a demon master? She wasnʼt sure if she was brave or just plain reckless.

But then, she let her mind wander down a different, darker alley.

A place where her desperation held sway. The demons had clawed their way into her world, into her life, and there was no running from them. Theyʼd taken everything from her, and sheʼd grown weary of being their plaything, their prey.

Desperation, it turned out, was one hell of a motivator. Sheʼd made that choice because she yearned for power, craved it like a dying man craves water in the desert. She was ready to barter her own meaningless existence for that power. It wasnʼt about vanity, it was about survival.

Lost in the labyrinth of her thoughts, Miranda barely noticed the tap on her shoulder, and there he was, her master, Damian, the prince of demons, standing beside her. 𝘳𝙖𝐍𝖔𝖇ЕＳ

Startled, she shifted her gaze to meet his piercing eyes. ”Miranda, what are you thinking about?” His voice, though calm, held an undeniable authority.

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