Evening settles in, streetlights are on. Ren is leaning back on his bed, reflecting on his day of practice. Most of it was spent on flying. At first, he just hovered, getting a feel for the weightlessness, then slowly started moving—forward, backward, turning. His control had improved, and he could fly with ease, even gaining speed as he zipped around his room.
He also tested his telekinesis control, trying to see how many objects he could lift at once. Four was his limit before things got hard. His mind struggled to keep each one in motion. It was frustrating, but progress nonetheless.
He smirks, lying on his bed, knowing his powers are growing. The day's practice had been worth it.
Moments later, Lina comes in his room with a plate of food. Lina sits besides him on a chair with her plate.
They munch on their food, sneaking peaks at each other from time to time. Last night's event might have dulled but Ren's will to have revenge on those thugs have only sharpened.
They finish their meal and Lina heads out of the room with their plates, closing their door behind.
"Don't worry, they are going to pay tonight. They will pay for every moment they touched you." Ren thinks as he watches her exit the room.
As soon as Lina leaves, Ren's face turns cold. He rises from his bed, the faint ache in his body from the day's practice already forgotten. It's time for Incubi to appear. His pulse quickens at the thought.
He moves to his almirah, opening it with a soft creak. Underneath a pile of old clothes, there it is—the black outfit he had hidden. Carefully, almost reverently, he takes it out, feeling the fabric between his fingers. He stands in front of the mirror, taking in his reflection. With each piece of clothing he slips on, he feels a transformation—each item a layer that covers up Ren and reveals Incubi.
The tight black shirt molds to his frame, sleek and powerful. He pulls on the pants, their fit allowing him full flexibility, ready for whatever comes next. The dark cloak drapes over his shoulders, its edges fluttering like shadows. His face disappears behind the mask, leaving only his eyes visible, gleaming with the thrill of what's to come. He pulls on the gloves, flexing his fingers.
Fully dressed as Incubi, he looks like a different person, and he feels like different too—confident, powerful and untouchable.
This is it, he thinks, admiring his form in the mirror. This is who I am now.
After some time, he carefully locks his door from the inside, ensuring Lina won't come in and find him missing. He steps to his window, standing there, looking different.
"It is time. Time for me to soar." He whispers.
But then, he looks at the drop below. The alleyway looks far beneath him, and the height makes his stomach churn for a moment. He clenches his fists with determination.
But the thought creeps in his head, "It's deep, if I fall…" but he shakes his head, trying to push it aside.
"I can fly. I'm gonna soar. There's no need to fear some height."
He takes a deep breath, steeling his resolve. "Okay, Ren," he whispers to himself, "this is it. Your dream—to fly in the sky. You practiced all day. Now's the time."
He summons his power, the familiar pull of telekinesis humming through his body. Slowly, he lifts himself off the floor, hovering a few inches in the air. But again, his gaze falls down and the fear spikes through him. His breath catches and the drop suddenly feels infinite. If I fall… that might be game over.
His body tenses and he immediately gets down. "No... let's not do it this way. I can take it slow. I can wait for a while more. It's better to be late than sorry."
Quickly, Ren changes his approach. He takes off the outfit and stuff it into a bag. Quietly, he unlocks the door and sneaks out of the apartment, making sure Lina doesn't hear a thing. Once he's in the hallway, he exhales in relief. She didn't see me.
The night air is cool as he slips into the alley beside the apartment—the same alley where last night's chaos unfolded. Darkness is cloaking the narrow space, no streetlights reaching this far in. Ren scans the area, his eyes sharp for any sign of movement, but it's empty. Silent. The perfect place.
This is it. He takes a deep breath, slipping into his Incubi outfit again. The cloak falls around him, its dark fabric blending into the shadows of the alley. If I fall here, at least I won't get too hurt, he thinks. He looks up at the sky, hidden behind the tall buildings surrounding him. It's time.
Focusing his mind, Ren pushes himself off the ground, inch by inch. The alley walls rush past him as he begins to rise higher, his heartbeat racing with every moment. His face breaks into a wide grin as the adrenaline surges. It's finally happening. I'm flying!
His ascent is slow at first, careful, but as his confidence builds, so does his speed. The higher he goes, the stronger the pull of excitement. His hands tremble, not from fear, but from pure exhilaration. His grin widens, his heart hammering in his chest. I'm actually flying!
With a final push, Ren bursts out of the alley and into the open sky. The air feels different here—cooler, fresher, filled with the scent of the night. He soars higher, the buildings below shrinking as he climbs. His heart pounds, his smile unstoppable as he moves further from the ground.
He flies above the rooftops, the city stretching out beneath him like a vast, glittering ocean of lights. And then, he looks up—and there it is.
The moon.
Huge and radiant, hanging in the sky like a silent guardian, glowing with an ethereal light. Ren stops mid-air, staring at it. He gets breathless as he stares at the silver orb looming larger than before, its soft light casting the world below in a dreamlike glow. The sight is mesmerizing, as if the moon itself is welcoming him, embracing him in its light. He feels a surge of emotion, a feeling of belonging that he has never felt before.
This is it. This is what I was meant to do. What I was missing. It's beautiful.
The world below is no less spectacular. Tall buildings gleaming in the night, their windows like jewels sparkling against the dark canvas of the city. The streets wind through the landscape like glowing rivers. And as Ren watches them from above, his heart races, begins to pound in his chest.
It's a view he's only ever dreamed of—a view that belongs to someone free, someone powerful.
He breathes in and out, his voice barely a whisper in the wind. His whole body hums with excitement, the freedom, the pure ecstasy of the moment. He laughs—loud, wild, exhilarated. This is his dream come true. He's no longer just Ren. He's something more.
He's Incubi.
This is only the beginning, he thinks, his smile never fading. He looks down at the city, ready to conquer it, to make his mark.
The moon shines down on him, watching. The buildings below gleam in silent admiration. And for the first time in his life, Ren feels like the king of the world.
The birth of the demon who indulges in worldly desires.