Ren is hovering in the sky, high above the city, motionless, as if suspended by an invisible thread. Below him, the city sprawls out like a glittering web of lights and life. Tall buildings rise like jagged peaks from the streets, their windows gleaming like scattered stars. The streets are alive with movement, tiny dots of cars flowing through the veins of the city, their headlights tracing paths in the darkness.
For a moment, Ren is still, awestruck by the view beneath him. It's breathtaking, more beautiful than he could have ever imagined.
His heart races, not with fear, but with excitement. This is it. The moment he's dreamed of. The world below is his playground, and the sky… his domain.
"I can't believe it," he murmurs to himself, his voice trembling with disbelief. "I'm actually flying. It's actually happening. I have been wanting to do this from the moment I first awakened these strange powers."
With a rush of exhilaration he takes a deep breath and propels himself forward. The wind roars in his ears as he shoots through the sky, faster and faster, his laughter echoing in the empty air.
"Yaaaahoooo!" Ren shouts, his voice full of pure joy. He darts between buildings, his body twisting effortlessly as he dodges and weaves through the steel and glass towers. The city lights blur as he speeds past them, a blur of motion against the stillness of the night.
He tilts his body forward, diving toward the lake he spots in the distance, the water reflecting the soft glow of the moon. Ren drops lower, skimming over the surface, letting his fingertips graze the water as he flies. A cool shiver runs through him as the water ripples beneath his touch. His heart pounds with excitement, every nerve alive with the sensation of freedom.
He ascends again, soaring high above the city once more, looking down at the world like a bird with the power to go anywhere, do anything. The city is his playground tonight, and the sky feels like it belongs to him.
Minutes stretch into a half-hour as he zooms across the skyline, the thrill of flying never fading. He soars between the tall buildings, dips low over parks, and even loops around a bridge. The wind kisses his skin, and the stars seem just within his reach.
But soon, his muscles begin to tire. The rush of flying for the first time is starting to take its toll, and Ren knows he needs to rest. Spotting a tall building with a flat rooftop, he slows down, gently landing on the surface.
He stretches his arms and lies back on the cool stone roof, catching his breath, his heart still pounding from the sheer excitement.
"Ahh, flying is the best," Ren groans softly, staring up at the sky. The moon hangs above him, watching over the city with a silent glow. "I didn't know it would feel this good…"
The wind rustles his hair as he lies there, the world below him quiet for the first time since he took flight. Silence stretches out, and in that silence, his mind drifts. Lina. The thought of her slips into his mind like a whisper. How would Lina feel if she could experience this? If she could soar through the sky like a bird, with nothing but the wind to carry her?
"She'd love it," Ren mutters, a small smile curling his lips. "Soaring through the skies… seeing the moon up close… Lina would be so happy, look so lovely."
He imagines her beside him, flying hand in hand, her laughter filling the night air. Maybe one day, he could share this with her. Maybe one day, this is how he'd tell her how he feels—how much he wants her. He smiles at the thought, picturing the look on her face, the joy in her eyes.
But then, the moment of tenderness fades, and reality sinks back in.
"Ahh… damn it," he mutters, sitting up. "I almost forgot. I came out here for the thugs… the ones who hurt Lina." His brows furrow in frustration as the realization dawns on him. He had let himself get carried away, lost in the thrill of flying. But now, it was time to remember what mattered.
His excitement dims slightly as he recalls the reason he transformed into Incubi tonight. He meant to track down the scum who had dared to lay their hands on Lina.
But now, as he glances over the city, a new problem presents itself.
"Where the hell even are they?" Ren grumbles, running a hand through his hair. "I didn't even think about that. I don't know where they live… where they hang out."
He shakes his head, annoyed at himself for not planning ahead. He has no idea where to start looking, no clue where those thugs might be hiding.
"Guess I'll have to look around…" he sighs, standing back up. "Maybe I'll get lucky and stumble into them."
With that, Ren takes off into the sky again, this time slower, his excitement tempered by the task at hand. He flies through the back alleys, scanning the darkened streets, searching for any sign of the thugs who had tormented Lina.
But alley after alley, street after street, there's nothing. Just empty streets and shadows.
"Where are they?" he mutters under his breath, frustration building.
Then, just as he's about to give up, something catches his eye. Below him, in a narrow street, he sees a woman stumbling, her figure swaying drunkenly as she walks. She's dressed in a tight red dress that hugs every curve of her body, her long legs barely steady as she makes her way down the street.
Her hair falls in loose waves around her shoulders, and even from a distance, Ren can see her beauty—the way her dress clings to her body, accentuating her large chest and round hips.
But that's not all.
Behind her, a man is following her. He is keeping his distance, but the way his eyes are locked onto her is unsettling. He doesn't look like he knows her. He looks like he's waiting—waiting for the right moment to make his move.
"Well, well…" Ren smirks to himself, his heart quickening with a different kind of excitement now. "I might not find the thugs tonight… but this… this is perfect as well."
Ren haven't found what he came out for but Incubi has found something interesting, for what he was brought to life.
He descends, hovering just above them, watching as the woman stumbles further and the man closing in behind her. Ren's eyes darken as his mind shifts, thoughts twisting with the growing darkness inside him.
"A beautiful girl… and some creep following her… Looks like Incubi's found something fun to do."
His lips curl into a dark, twisted smile as he watches the two figures below him. The night isn't over yet. Incubi still has work to do.
And with that, Ren follows them, a shadow in the night, ready for his first female target.