“She’s also… an Incubus collector?”Sella’s trembling voice shattered the silence in their new living room, feeling colder than the recently installed air conditioner. The question hung in the air, sharp and heavy, like a verdict about to be delivered.“That’s not it, Sell! You got it all wrong!” Edi quickly replied, panicked. He stepped forward, hand outstretched, trying to snatch back Desmond’s phone—the irrefutable evidence of his double life.Sella took a step back, pulling the phone out of Edi’s reach. Her wide eyes were no longer focused on Edi but glued to the screen, rereading the message from ‘Chameleon’ with an expression mixed with horror and disgust. “How can I misunderstand, Edi? It’s written right here, clear as day! She collects Demons just like you! So what are you? Just one of her many toys? Are you going to end up as a display piece in her glass cabinet?&

“This world is cruel, kid. It’s full of bad people who will stomp on anyone who looks weak. Edi… he will be easy prey. He has no fangs,” Dad explained, his voice filled with a worry Sella only now understood.“So what? We have Dad to protect us,” little Sella said, naively.Dad smiled sadly. “I won't be here forever, sweetheart. One day, you will have to be strong. Not just for yourself.”“What do you mean?”“You have to protect your brother, Sella,” Dad said, his grip tightening. “You have to be his shield.”“Why me? He’s the older one. He should be protecting me.”“Because you are different, kid,” Dad whispered, his eyes staring intently into Sella’s. “Inside you, there is a legacy. Something powerful. Something special that you don't even know about yet. You have a strength Big Brother Edi will never possess.&rdqu

“Enough!” Desmond snapped, his voice booming inside the car. “Listen up. Rina, you know the layout of the Archon Club. You’ll be our eyes and ears. You go in first, find a position, and give us intel on the number of guards and Kael’s location.”Rina nodded briefly. “Can be arranged. I can enter through the kitchen ventilation.”“Good,” Desmond continued, now glancing at Olivia via the rearview mirror. “You, Olivia. You’ll be our comms operator. Wait across the street at that café. From there, you can see the main entrance. Watch everyone who enters and exits. If anything is strange, let me know immediately. And that detonator,” Desmond paused briefly, “hold onto it tight. If I give the ‘red’ signal, and only if I give that signal, then you use it.”“What is the red signal?” Olivia asked suspiciously.“It’s the signal that A

"I can't," Desmond groaned, clutching his chest. His vision was blurring. His DP was draining fast. 10%. "I'll pass out before I even reach the third step.""You don't have a choice, Demon!" Rina stepped forward, her hand darting to the back of Desmond's neck, seizing a nerve point. "I can't give you any more suppressants. You need to get DP now, or your Incubus Rage is going to suck me dry of energy.""Don't touch him!"Sella's sharp voice boomed from the hallway behind them. Sella had disobeyed Desmond's orders, leaving the car and following them. She stood in the doorway, her eyes radiating pure anger and worry. Her figure, draped in a black hoodie, contrasted sharply with the dim hallway."Who do you think you are, Chameleon Demon?" Sella challenged. "Get your hands off him!""Oh, look who decided to show up," Rina sneered, ignoring Sella and keeping her grip on Desmond. "The jealous little brat. Want to join the game, Kid?""I am not a

Lyra stared at him, her crystal blue eyes wide with disbelief, shame and defeat now replacing the boredom she had so carefully maintained. She had been silenced. Her will, which had always been able to shatter any Incubus, was paralyzed before the spiritual storm Desmond unleashed.“What… what energy did you just use?” she hissed, her voice hoarse and fragile, devoid of the intoxicating Siren resonance. “That wasn’t lust—it was… pure chaos. Like shards of glass shot into the soul.”Desmond smirked, a cold, triumphant smile. “That’s the desire you claimed I couldn’t control, Siren. The locked, forbidden desire, stronger than your cheap little charm.”He stepped forward, closing the distance between them. Lyra took a step back, but her back hit the microphone stand. She was trapped.“I told you, I don’t need you to submit,” Desmond continued, his voice now returning