The Incubus System Chapter 685. I Don't Take Orders From Anyone
A long exhale escaped from my mouth as I struggled to find the words. "I don't know," I finally managed to whisper, my voice strained and hoarse.
My mind was still a jumbled ss of conflicting emotions. My mother, once the most important person in my life, now seed like a distant mory. I couldn't bring myself to care whether she was alive or dead, or what her fate might be. All I could think about was saving my father's house, the only tangible link I had left to my family.
The most important thing for , I didn't want her roaming around happily with my stepdad and I wanted her to stay away from and Celia. She had already done enough damage, and I was determined to make sure she never hurt us again. I would think about her later after my business with the association and two demon lords was done. They were more urgent and dangerous.
"I just hope you don't act recklessly," Mrs. Cleas reminded once again. Then she glanced at Alan who was perched on her shoulder. "Let's go ho, Alan."
The silver bird that had been perched on her shoulder, flitted off her and landed softly on the ground below. The sound of his landing was barely audible as if he had never left the ground at all. Then Alan began to transform, his feathered form shifting and reshaping into sothing new. As if by magic, his wings shrunk, and his silver feathers lted away, replaced by pale skin and soft hair. The little bird had transford into a child.
Alan's little hand reached out and grasped Mrs. Clea's. "Mommy, if Brother is a demon, does this an that brother is our enemy?" he asked in a small, hesitant voice. I could catch the hint of sadness in his tone.
Mrs. Clea's response was imdiate, her smile warm and reassuring. "No, Alan. He is our ally now," she explained, her voice calm and soothing.
"What about them?" he pointed at Red and the others, his eyes wide with curiosity.
Mrs. Clea didn't hesitate to answer. "They are also our allies," she explained,
"Really?" Alan's face lit up with excitent, his childlike wonder taking over. "So, I can play with them again next ti?" he asked, his voice eager and hopeful.
Mrs. Clea answered him with a simple nod, her expression one of quiet understanding.
"Just don't attack on the battlefield, okay?" I reminded Alan, trying to keep the mood light. "Well, if the association's droid is nearby, you can pretend to attack ."
"OK!" said Alan, his eyes sparkling with happiness.
Mrs. Clea and Alan prepared to leave, I rose from my seat and led them to the entrance of my house. But as we reached the door, Mrs. Clea paused, her steps faltering for a mont.
"Is sothing wrong?" I asked, my voice tinged with concern.
She turned to , her expression grave. "One more thing, Ethan," she said, her tone serious. "Please restrain yourself."
Confusion gnawed at my insides as I tried to make sense of her words. "What do you an?" I asked, my voice low and uncertain.
"I know you are a demon now," she continued, her voice dropping to a whisper. "But you were once a human. Don't kill other humans. Don't dirty your hands with human blood."
"That depends on and the situation," I replied, my voice laced with a touch of aggression. "Believe , so humans are better off dying. They are no different from demons in human skin."
My words were harsh, but they were also true. I had seen enough of the darkness in humanity to know that not all were deserving of rcy.
I took a few steps forward and leaned in close to Mrs. Clea, my face inches away from hers. I could feel the heat of her breath against my skin and could see the faint blush that tinted her cheeks.
"Also… I will remind you once again," I said, my voice low and dangerous. "I know what I'm doing and I don't take orders from anyone."
For a mont, we stood there, locked in a tense and charged silence. And then, without warning, I turned away and opened the door for her.
Without another word, Mrs. Clea and Alan stepped out of the doorway, and I watched as they made their way down the path that led to the street.
With a sigh, I closed the door and made my way back to the sofa. I collapsed onto the cushions.
I turned to Celia, trying to muster as much warmth as I could. Despite the turmoil brewing inside , I knew that she didn't deserve to be caught up in my troubles.
"How do you feel, Celia?" I asked, my voice gentle. "Do you want to eat sothing?" After the long conversation with Mrs. Clea and what I saw in her mory, at least I wanted to rest my mind and everything. No, I didn't even want to think anymore at least for the rest of the night. I was tired of all the emotions that eat up my mind today.
Celia looked up at . I could tell that she had been affected by everything that had transpired between Mrs. Clea, and .
"I'm not hungry," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.
I could sense the pain in her words, and it only served to amplify my own.
"But you still have to eat sothing," I reminded her in a soft voice.
"Foxy and I will cook sothing later," she refused.
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