Chapter 665: Lies And Betrayal I

The Incubus System Chapter 655. Lies And Betrayal I

The time showed past noon when I stood in front of the full-body mirror in my room. My hand fixed my shirt and trouser, making sure they were neat even though I was using my Demon's Clothes. Celia was still in her room. She returned there after she washed the dishes and Foxy was still with her.

I took a deep breath and looked at my reflection, staring into my own eyes with mixed feelings.

"It's okay, Ethan. You have survived the Abyss. You won the battle against the demon lords and you are the prince of the dark dimension now. This is nothing," I said to myself. Yeah... This should be a piece of cake compared to what I had experienced but somehow the uneasy feeling still filled me and I couldn't point out what it was.

It wasn't fear for sure. Was it a doubt? Or hesitation? Or maybe... I just didn't want to face my past, especially my mom.

Red, who was in the room, nuzzled his head against my leg. Without saying anything, I knew he was worried about me.

I turned to him and ducked. "Don't worry, Red," I said, patting his head. A small smile on my lips. "I'll be back soon."

Rave perched on top of the dresser. "Be careful, Your Highness," he reminded me.

"Call us if you need some help. We'll kick anyone who hurts you!" Buni said, jumping around, imitating warrior fighting movements with his chubby body.

"He's the strongest among us, remember? Why does he need you to kick a few weak humans?" reminded Shadow, who was laying down on my bed.

Buni answered him by clicking his tongue and pouted.

"It's fine, guys. I'm just a bit nervous," I said before I took one final deep breath before I left the room and made my way toward the police station. My heart was heavy and my mind was filled with uncertainty, but I was determined to find the answers I was looking for.

As I walked down the street, I felt the cool breeze blowing against my face. People bustled past me, hurrying to their destinations, but I took my time, savoring the peace that the walk was bringing me. The sun was shining brightly, casting its warm rays on the world below. I felt it on my face, felt it soak into my skin, and I basked in its comforting light. I gazed up at the bright blue sky, taking in the vast expanse of it, feeling a sense of calm wash over me.

Yeah, rather than using my Portal, I decided to walk to prepare myself. Maybe I could find something that calmed me down by it. Yet... My mind sank about what I was going to say to my mother when I finally saw her. But I couldn't find a word. I was torn between anger and sadness. Her betrayal was too much.

'I wonder if she is still the mom I remember or if she has changed into someone else entirely...' I thought.

Deciding to divert my thoughts, I looked around me. The street was dotted with vendors selling all sorts of goods, from brightly colored flowers to freshly roasted nuts. The sound of their calls filled the air, competing with the honking of cars and the chatter of people. But through it all, I felt a sense of detachment, as if I was watching it all from a distance, detached from the world around me.

Fifteen minutes later, I finally arrived at my destination.

I approached the police station with a heavy heart, the bright red and white sign reading "Police Station" loomed ahead of me. The large building was imposing, with its stark, gray walls and small, barred windows. I took a deep breath, trying to steady my nerves, and pushed open the door, the sound of its hinges echoing through the quiet hallway.

Inside, the station was just as sterile and unwelcoming as the outside, with a long counter separating me from the officers on the other side. I approached it, feeling small and out of place.

"Can I help you?" One of the officers asked, his voice gruff.

"Yes, I received a letter from the police, it says that my mother was caught," I explained, feeling my voice shake slightly.

The officer took it and nodded, his expression unreadable. "Right this way," he said, gesturing for me to follow him.

We walked down a sterile, white hallway, my shoes echoing on the linoleum floor. My heart felt like it was pounding in my chest. I could hear my own footsteps echoing through the silence, each step bringing me closer to the woman who had given birth to me. I was nervous, scared, and filled with a million different emotions as I approached the door to her.

I tried to take deep breaths, to calm my racing heart, but it was no use. My mind was filled with a million thoughts, all of them jumbled and conflicting. Fear, sadness, anger.

Finally, the officer led me into a small room, with a table and two chairs. "Your mother is in one of our cells," he explained. "You can see her now if you'd like."

I nodded and sat down, feeling a lump form in my throat. This was it. I was about to see my mother, after all these events. What would I say to her? What would she say to me? The questions swirled through my mind as the officer opened the door, bringing a woman into that room, and took her to sit across from me.

Our sights met. A middle-aged woman had warm, chocolate-brown hair that was tied back in a messy bun. Despite her current situation as a prisoner, she had a healthy glow to her skin and her face was well taken care of. Her hair, despite being tied up, was still glossy and full of life, a sign she had a good life before she got caught.

The sight of her brought back all the memories, both good and bad, that we shared. My emotions were in turmoil and I didn't know what to feel. I felt a mixture of anger and sadness as I took in her appearance.