Noah staggered backward, clutching his head as a wave of disorienting sensations overwhelmed him. He struggled with the newfound reality of his existence as a demon—not just any demon, but an Incubus, a male counterpart to the Succubi. The realization was jarring, and he wrestled with the dissonance of inhabiting a body so vastly different from the one he had known. He could feel the dark energy coursing through his veins, a power that seemed to pulse with a life of its own. It felt alien and dangerous, as though it might consume him if he let his guard down.
Just as he began to regain some composure, another surge hit him—an influx of memories, but not his own. Images, emotions, and experiences flooded his mind, so vivid and detailed that it felt like he was living them all at once. These were the memories of the previous owner of this body, and they unraveled before him like a horrific tapestry.
In these memories, Noah saw figures cloaked in shadow, their forms hidden beneath layers of dark armor and thick cloaks that fluttered like living shadows. These mysterious slayers swept across the demon lair, cutting down everything in their path with an efficiency that bordered on the inhuman. The ground trembled beneath the force of their attacks, and demons fell like autumn leaves caught in a violent storm. The air was thick with the stench of burning flesh and the desperate screams of the dying.
The slaughter had been absolute. These armored figures didn't leave a single soul alive; every demon, no matter how powerful, was methodically exterminated. And those like Noah—demons of the Incubi race—were treated with a special, brutal focus. Noah could feel the terror that had gripped the previous owner of his body as the memory of the massacre unfolded in his mind. Incubi, he learned, were even more dangerous than Succubi. Their seductive abilities were more potent, and they possessed physical strength and combat prowess far superior to their female counterparts.
But such power came at a cost. The Incubi were far rarer, their numbers dwindling to just seven before the attack. The memory revealed that all seven of the remaining Incubi had been hunted down, slaughtered by these mysterious figures with the same chilling precision. The previous owner of this body had been the last to fall. Noah was now, by default, the final Incubus in existence.
His breath hitched as the memory of the Incubus's final moments surged forward. The demon had been running through the blood-soaked corridors, driven by desperation. He had reached a particular room, flinging open the door with a frantic hope that quickly turned to despair. Whatever he had sought there, it wasn't present. The disappointment had barely registered on his face before a blade had sliced through the air, severing his life. The sensation of dying—again—was almost too real, causing Noah to stumble, his knees nearly buckling from the shock.
As the memories faded, Noah found himself gasping for breath, his heart pounding wildly. He struggled to separate the experiences of the body's previous owner from his own thoughts. His mind was a storm of conflicting identities, and it took all his willpower to keep himself grounded. Yet, amidst the confusion, a burning question took root: *Who were those cloaked figures? And why did they go to such lengths to eradicate the Incubi?*
Noah knew he needed answers, but first, he had to understand where he was. He moved cautiously through the lair, his senses alert for any signs of danger. Room after room, he encountered more corpses—demons of various shapes and forms, some with horns like his, others with claws and leathery wings. It seemed the mysterious slayers had spared no one, not even the lowest-ranked demons. Blood stained the walls, pooling on the floor around bodies twisted in their final moments of agony.
It was clear now that this was not a random slaughter; this had been a systematic eradication. But for what purpose? And why had Noah been spared—or rather, why had he awakened in the body of one of the slaughtered Incubi? The weight of these questions bore down on him, but without anyone left alive, there was no one to provide answers.
As he reached another room, the atmosphere shifted. This room was different—it was clean, devoid of corpses and bloodstains. The furniture was intact, the air less tainted by the smell of death. It felt almost… untouched. For the first time since he'd awakened, Noah allowed himself to relax, sinking into a worn leather couch at the center of the room. He exhaled slowly, running a hand through his purple hair, trying to make sense of it all.
Before he could fully gather his thoughts, a sudden sound startled him—a sharp, metallic *ding!* that seemed to resonate from within his very being.
"Ding!"
[Host found! Binding System to Host!]
Noah's eyes widened as glowing text appeared before him, hovering in the air like an illusion. His initial shock quickly turned to confusion. *A system?* His mind raced, recalling stories he'd heard about such things—rumors of warriors who had achieved power beyond understanding through strange, mystical systems. But for a demon, an Incubus no less, to have a system? That was unheard of.
"An Incubus with a system?" he muttered to himself, his voice trembling with a mix of awe and disbelief. "How is that even possible?"
[System Bound Successfully. Welcome, Host, to the Succubus System.]
The words floated in front of him, clear and unmistakable. The phrase 'Succubus System' sent a shiver down his spine. He was no longer merely Noah Argoth, the human warrior who had once fought valiantly for the survival of his people.
He was now bound to something far darker, far more alien—a system designed for creatures like the Succubi, and by extension, the Incubi.
"What… does this mean?" he asked, his voice a mere whisper.
His eyes were filled with shock as he stared at the system panel in front of him. He had no idea what to do!