Chapter 76: Allow me to tear your lowly existence from this world.

"Human filth..."

A voice entirely different from Silas’s spoke.

"You broke my vessel."

And the Enclave Hunters realised it.

The worst possibility had come true.

Vaelrith, the Greater Incubus of the Court of Desire, had descended into Silas’s body.

It wasn’t just the Enclave Hunters who seemed horrified, the guards who were on Silas’s side were no different either. Their bodies trembled strongly, the demons they hosted in their bodies were reacting to Vaelrith’s presence, making it impossible for them to move.

That was when Darius tightened his hold around his baton.

Even if the enemy was the Sixth Veil, they wouldn’t lose, even if he had to give his all. So Darius prepared himself and just as he was about to say something and rally other members of his team as well—

"Stay back."

Lucian spoke up, his eyes never leaving Silas, or in this case, Vaelrith.

Darius frowned at those words, Lucian still didn’t look back—

"You all take care of the guards."

He instructed.

"We ca—"

Mara tried to counter but this time, Lucian finally looked back, his violet eyes shone dangerously and—

"Stay back."

He repeated.

"You will only get in the way."

And Mara froze.

So did every other member of the party, even Darius clenched his baton tightly.

Lucian didn’t care.

He wasn’t lying. He had seen these people fight, they were strong, yes, especially Darius, he was extremely skilled, but they all had weak bodies that were only slightly stronger compared to normal humans.

One well-connected attack and they would fall that very instant.

They were not nearly strong enough to deal with an enemy this strong.

"I cannot protect you and face him."

Lucian spoke directly. This was his first mission, he very much preferred if there were no deaths in his party.

"We will take care of the guards."

Darius nodded.

As small as he felt when he said those words, he saw it as well. He saw Lucian’s strength, the way he fought, his presence of mind and that was more than enough for him to realise they were on entirely different levels.

So right now—

Listening to what Lucian said was the only correct choice they had.

Lucian nodded at Darius with a genuine, meaningful look on his face, Darius nodded back.

"Do not lose."

He spoke, hoping for a miracle and Lucian just laughed at those words.

"Against a spa owner? You underestimate me, Captain."

Then, he turned back towards Vaelrith and—

"I can defeat someone like him in my sleep."

Vaelrith heard those words and—

"Defeat me...?"

He spoke in a dark, heavy, repulsive voice.

"To think I would hear those words from a False Demon."

He laughed.

"Allow me to tear your lowly existence from this world."

"Nope, I don’t allow it."

Lucian shrugged, still joking around.

His mind however, was still thinking.

Just... what in the hell happened here?

This wasn’t the Sixth Veil, that much he was sure about. It was... far too unstable for that to be possible.

Not to mention that according to Vivienne, even a Sixth Veil Host can only share his body with a demon when he is alive.

Silas was not.

Vaelrith should have no source to anchor itself to in order to support his presence.

So...

The only way Lucian could explain it would be...

Vaelrith was forcing himself. He was using his own energy to support his existence in this world, something that made Lucian frown because...

Demons almost never use this method because of how taxing it is and the consequences are even more dire.

’Is there something he wants here?’

Lucian thought inwardly.

He looked around and honestly, other than Evelyn, he didn’t find anything special about this place. For a moment, he also considered the possibility that Vaelrith came here for him, after all, he was a unique case, someone like him shouldn’t even have survived, but during their entire interaction, Vaelrith never once mentioned how ’special’ he was.

Heck, he called him a False Demon, that was the term demons used for normal Blood-Altered Humans.

’Then did he just come here because I made him angry?

Did I diss him too hard?’

He wondered, just then—

"I hope you are pleased knowing that the last words that came from your mouth were unamusing drolleries."

BOOOOOOM

Vaelrith spoke as he released an impossible amount of purple-black demonic energy, the energy rushed down the corridor in thick purple-black waves, devouring everything in its way.

Lucian moved before the energy reached him, sliding behind a metal cart full of surgical tools—

BOOOM

The energy wave hit the cart and flattened the entire thing.

That was what Vaelrith intended to do, since the body he had descended into had nothing left, he was going to use pure demonic energy to crush the filthy rat.

Not the most efficient way to use his energy, but Vaelrith didn’t have a choice. Not to mention, with the amount of demonic energy he had, efficiency was hardly something he cared about, at least not while facing an insect like Lucian.

That being said, his first attack failed, while he did manage to flatten the cart Lucian was hiding behind, Lucian had escaped.

"You run fast...

As expected of a filthy rat."

Vaelrith grinned as he then moved his dead arm, the demonic energy moved towards Lucian again, he ducked into a room, grabbed a nearby metal tray and aimed at Silas.

The tray spun towards his face but before it could hit Vaelrith, it stopped midway, then, the demonic energy gathered around it, the tray folded in half, then Vaelrith discarded it.

"Petty tricks like these won’t work."

He grinned.

Lucian, who was watching it all from afar, grinned too as the violet glow in his eyes faded.

He saw it.

He saw Silas’s corpse’s shoulder tear as Vaelrith controlled the demonic energy to defend himself.

’Just as I expected.’

His grin widened even further.

Yes, Vaelrith was using his own energy to support his existence in this world, but this didn’t mean the body he was using could hold on, especially when the body itself had pretty much collapsed from inside.

Silas’s body could not hold Vaelrith for long.

The Greater Incubus was running on borrowed time.

And Lucian—

His battle plan was clear.

He was going to stall.