Chapter 431: Memories of The Nephilim's Painful Past III

The Incubus System Chapter 429. Memories of The Nephilim's Painful Past III

My chest ached excruciatingly. I could feel the immense sadness, hatred, and disappointment in Erebus' heart. I wanted to stop the fight and change the past but I couldn't. I couldn't do anything but watch all of this to the end.

A chuckle came out of Erebus' mouth which gradually turned into an evil laugh that grew louder and louder. His head slowly raised and looked at Lord Damon.

"If I ... can't own this world ... I'll destroy it ..." he said with a wicked smile.

After those words left his mouth, Erebus' body exploded.

The wind blew hard, the impact shook the ground and destroyed everything around it. Things were so chaotic. I couldn't see what was going on due to the thick smoke. What I saw next was a large black hole in the Lightglen sky. The first dimensional crack between the human world and the dark dimension.

After that, my vision turned dark, as if I was in a dark space. I lowered my head and realized... Even though his goal was pure, his hatred and ambition had consumed Erebus' heart and mind. He couldn't accept his defeat and went astray so he decided to destroy everything. But in the end... Instead of his hatred for Lord Damon, what I felt was his pain and regret.

In the middle of that darkness, I could hear his whisper.

"Ethan... Please fix my wrong..." And those whispers made my heart ache even more.

Lilieth and Lord Damon's PoV

A click-clack sound of the heels echoed along with the demon lord's mansion corridor as Lilieth strode into Damian's room in a hurry. Her heart was pounding and her worry was evident from her expression after she received that Lord Damon had brought Damian home from The Cursed Mountain.

Without knocking on the door, she entered the room in silence. Her eyes quickly fell on her son who was lying on the bed. Lord Damon sat on the chair beside him. Despite his usual arrogant posture, Lilieth was able to pick up on his worries. No, even the fact that he should be in his office instead of here was enough to show how worried he was.

Without saying a word, Lilieth approached him and sat on the side of the bed. Her eyes fell on Damian.

Although his eyes were closed, he frowned. His breath was heavy. Sweat dripped down his forehead. Occasionally his head twitched randomly followed by an indistinct voice and a gasp. She knew Damian was having a nightmare because of the sword.

Seeing his state, the pain in her heart grew bigger. She placed her hand on his forehead and caressed it gently. Even though she knew it was only temporary, seeing him in this state made her worry and sad... She felt like she had failed to protect him--- the child she had been waiting for, again.

She turned to Lord Damon.

"Isn't it too much for him? He just finished his training and got his demon lord form. Yet you bestowed him with that sword." Complaining like this wasn't something she usually did. She knew Lord Damon always had a clear reason for what he did. But she couldn't hold herself anymore.

"It is. But I have no other choice. The swords have detected him, they already know he is here. They are getting impatient. If the others hear their screams, the other demon lords will target them," he said regretfully. He also didn't want to push Damian this far, but he had no other choice. The moment he opened his last Demonic Seal, the swords could feel that Damian was ready for them. The armor even couldn't hide that from them.

"But can he balance his powers? He only took one of them," said Lilieth.

Lord Damon exhaled a long breath.

"As long as he hasn't broken his angelic seal, Redemption won't admit him. On the other hand, he needs the sword to fight Letos and the Dreadful Burial Grounds' demons. The faster he gets the sword, the better," he explained.

"Are you planning to send him again? Can't he just train here?" She tried to bargain.

He shook his head from side to side regretfully.

"I've opened his final seal. He can't train in another place except for that Abyss." This was not only to groom Damian for the throne but also one of Lord Damon's ways to protect Damian. Since he had involved Damian too far, Lord Damon had to go all out to train him. If Damian grew stronger faster, his survival change was also getting higher.

Lilieth lowered her head for a moment before she returned her gaze to Damian and looked at him with a bitter gaze.

"He's just a child... Why does he have to face so many painful things? His human parents left him and we have to push him into the battle..." she whispered. Tears started to fill her eyes.

Lord Damon gritted his teeth. Secretly, his hands clenched into fists, trying to suppress the overwhelming feelings in his heart.

"I blame my incompetence for this," he admitted regretfully. He didn't even have a reason to deny it.

"You've tried well. I'm also the one to blame," Lilieth said without taking her eyes off Damian. It felt like she wanted to take all of Damian's nightmares and take away his pain.

"I will return to my office," said Lord Damon. He knew there was nothing he could do here. His worries were useless and seeing Damian in such a state was torture, so he decided to distract his mind with his unfinished work.

"I will take care of him..." said Lilieth.

"Please contact me if something bad happens to him," he said.

"Alright," she replied.

Without saying anything else, Lord Damon teleported to his office.

In the middle of that empty room, Lilieth approached Damian's face. Her hand rubbed his forehead to his hair gently.

"Ethan... Are you going to blame me for changing and dragging you into this?" she whispered.

A mutter came out of his mouth as if he answered her.

"Please... Don't leave me... Don't leave me..." His two drops of tears flowed from the corners of his eyes to the bedsheet. It made her heart hurt even more.

She hugged him, resting her head on his chest. Her tears dropped on his shirt.

"Forgive me... Please forgive me..." she whispered.