The Incubus System

Chapter 695: I Don't Take Orders From Anyone

Chapter 695: I Don't Take Orders From Anyone

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 mess of conflicting emotions. My mother, once the most important person in my life, now seemed like a distant memory. 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 me, I didn't want her roaming around happily with my stepdad and I wanted her to stay away from me 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 me once again. Then she glanced at Alan who was perched on her shoulder. "Let's go home, 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 something new. As if by magic, his wings shrunk, and his silver feathers melted away, replaced by pale skin and soft hair. The little bird had transformed into a child.

Alan's little hand reached out and grasped Mrs. Clea's. "Mommy, if Brother is a demon, does this mean 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 immediate, 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 excitement, his childlike wonder taking over. "So, I can play with them again next time?" 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 me 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 me."

"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 moment.

"Is something wrong?" I asked, my voice tinged with concern.

She turned to me, 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 mean?" 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 me and the situation," I replied, my voice laced with a touch of aggression. "Believe me, some 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 mercy.

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 moment, 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 me, 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 something?" After the long conversation with Mrs. Clea and what I saw in her memory, 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 me. I could tell that she had been affected by everything that had transpired between Mrs. Clea, and me.

"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 something," I reminded her in a soft voice.

"Foxy and I will cook something later," she refused.

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