The Incubus System

Once the impact subsided and I lowered my hands, I could see two black orbs surrounding Azrael's body. They hovered around him like satellites revolving around the earth. That was the answer to what blocked my attack. A confident smile on his face.

"I see…" I muttered in a weird calm tone. Without further ado, I teleported behind him and swung my Wrath Kill to rip him apart.

But his orbs deflected my attack. Not only that, but it also dispersed the claws covering my hands, both for my Wrath Kill and my Demonic Claw, as if something was eating my Demonic Power.

As he turned around, he used his Evil Flame on me. A fierce red fire stormed at me. It also spread around us and turned that arena into a sea of fire. The temperature suddenly rose drastically and a spark of fire was flying around us.

It was a close call, but I quickly swung my hand from top to bottom, creating a barrier that blocked his attack, holding his fire right in front of me. At the same time, I cast my other skill and raised my other hand.

'Demonic Spike.' My black lances appeared above him and with one movement of my hand, they would rain down on him.

Meanwhile, Azarel who was aware of my upcoming attack had already raised one of his legs and was ready to destroy my barrier in one hit.

But before we launched our attacks, both of us gasped and glanced to the side as a dense demonic power broke through the battle arena. Among the fierce fire, my sight could catch a figure of a familiar demon.

"Having fun without me, huh?" Lord Damon said. A smirk appeared on his lips before a powerful invisible power stormed at us.

"Oh shit!" we said in unison. Both I and Azrael immediately stopped our fight, turned to Lord Damon, and cast our barrier at the same time.

But it was too late, the invisible power managed to throw both of us hard before we managed to create our barriers. Hard enough to the point we had to get our wings out so we didn't hit the arena barrier.

Both of us flapped our wings and floated in mid-air. Our eyes stared at Lord Damon, who was standing in the center of the arena, with a flat stare. The annoyance was evident on our faces since he interrupted our fight.

"Seriously?!" I complained.

While Azrael shouted at him.

"What the heck, Damon?! Can't you let us mind our own business?!" His eyes shot his rage and his tentacles burst out of his back.

Lord Damon answered us by clicking his tongue.

"Oh c'mon. Both of you started the battle royale without me. At least let me join the fight."

"Nope," I refused before I teleported myself out of the battle arena. "I promised Nefaris to dance with her." If he joined the fight, we would be stuck in the battle arena for a long time and we would end up not having any energy to enjoy the party again. After all, this was just a friendly match, I was not interested in bringing it more than that.

Seeing my attitude, Azrael descended and hid all of his demonic features.

"Heh, go battle with yourself," he scoffed at Lord Damon before he ran out of the arena and chased me, leaving Lord Damon behind.

"Hey, I just got a nice wine a week ago. I will have my servant bring it to the bar, how's that?" he offered me once he was on my side. Both of us walked towards the palace.

"That's a good idea. Thank you," I welcomed the idea.

While Lord Damon's jaw dropped upon our acts.

"Seriously?!" he protested in annoyance.

Syntyche's PoV

The party was over. Since Syntyche had already taken Damian's contract, she decided to return to her mansion in Jealousi City. According to Damian's request before she left, she had already announced her return to lure Beel and Zatan.

She was greeted by her servants. All of them immediately gathered at the entrance and prepared to throw a party to welcome her. The usual procedure was when Syntyche just got back from her long vacation. But there was something different about her.

She didn't seem interested in all of that. There wasn't a smile on her lips even though she said that she had just returned from a party. Yet, she didn't look sad either. She looked lost and confused. She didn't know what she wanted or what she wanted to do.

Instead of partying, she called her first servant to talk about something important in her room. He was her first slave after her ex-husband's betrayal.

"How can I serve you, My Queen?" A handsome shadow demon greeted her once he entered the room. He was a noble demon with an athletic body. His black long hair hung up on his neck. He has pointy ears like an elf, with tanned skin and a tail that resembled the skeleton of a lizard's tail. His name was Remmy.

"Take a seat. I just want to talk," she replied, gesturing to sit by her side. She decided to have this conversation in her room since it was a bit personal for her.

He followed her orders.

"Tell me, are you happy here?" she asked without further ado.

That weird question made Remmy frown. But he soon returned to his composure and smiled.

"Of course, I'm happy," he replied.

"I want an honest answer, Remmy." Her eyes stared at him gently. Something she had never done before.

"I'm happy," he repeated once more. This time, his smile faded slightly, indicating that he was lying.

"Really? I remember you begged me to let you go when I enslaved you," she reminded him. Her disbelief was clear in the tone of her voice. Yet her calm voice showed that she was not angry with him.

He pressed his lips, not knowing what to say. He was used to telling lies like that ever since he knew that as a slave he could only obey his master's orders.

"If you're asking it so you can have an excuse to punish me, just punish me. You don't have to sour your mood for it," he finally answered and he meant it.

"I just want your honest answer," she said once again. Remmy's words had said everything, but she wanted him to say it out loud. For the first time, she could understand his pain.

Pic is in my discord channel.