Incubus Living In A World Of Superpower Users - Chapter 48

48: Velmora Nyx 48: Velmora Nyx The arena was quiet again.

Not the kind of peaceful quiet-but the kind that makes your chest feel heavy like the air itself doesn’t want to move.

Lucas was still on the floor, completely out.

His arms and legs lay limp, his head tilted slightly to the side, lips slightly parted.

If you didn’t see the slow rise and fall of his chest, you might think he was gone.

Not dead, just… hollow.

Whatever he had seen in that illusion, it had taken the fight out of him completely.

And Mr.

Grayson?

Gone.

But the memory of his voice still lingered in the air like poison.

His twisted words.

His obsession.

His desperation.

None of it had disappeared.

It hung over the arena like a bad smell that wouldn’t go away.

And yet, the room wasn’t truly empty.

There was someone else.

Someone who’d been there the entire time.

The far back corner of the arena-hidden in deep shadow-rippled.

Not loud, not dramatic.

Just a quiet change, like a curtain being pulled back without a sound.

From the darkness, a woman stepped out.

She didn’t rush.

She didn’t strut.

She just walked forward like she belonged there, as the space around her had simply decided to let her be seen.

Her body would make any woman jealous.

Tall, curvy, and strong, she had a presence that grabbed attention without asking for it.

Her waist was slim and toned, but her hips were wide and full, swaying smoothly with each step.

Her legs were long and tight, shaped by strength and motion.

Her thighs filled out the tight black bodysuit like they were made for it, and her chest-big, round, and high-pushed against the suit’s zipper in a way that made it impossible not to look.

The zipper was undone just enough to show a deep, smooth valley of cleavage.

Nothing over-the-top, but enough to leave an impression that burned itself into memory.

And her ass?

Firm, juicy, and round.

It bounced gently with every step, the tight fabric hugging it so perfectly that it looked sculpted.

The bodysuit itself was smooth and dark, hugging every part of her body.

Violet lines traced the curves like soft lightning.

A loose silver-lined jacket hung over her shoulders, moving with her as she walked, giving her a cool, casual feel-like she’d just finished a mission and hadn’t bothered to change.

Her hair was a long, silky river of deep purple that flowed down her back, brushing across her perfect rear.

Her lips were soft and full with a natural pout, and her skin had a light glow to it-clear, smooth, flawless.

But what stood out most were her eyes.

Her eyes were deep amethyst, with thin crimson streaks near the iris-glowing faintly in the dim room, like they were always a step away from lighting up.

Sharp.

Confident.

Like she didn’t just see people-she read them.

She didn’t just notice lies-she saw the reasons behind them.

She didn’t speak at first.

Just walked forward until she stood near Lucas’s body.

She looked down at him, head tilted slightly.

Then came the sigh.

It wasn’t a tired or frustrated sigh.

It was a sigh that someone would make if they had to do something that annoyed them.

She crouched beside him, eyes scanning his unconscious face like she was looking at a useless piece of scrap.

“Still breathing,” she muttered.

“Shame you passed out…

you missed your father showing his true colors.” She tapped his forehead once with two fingers.

Not gently-just enough to prove he was still out.

“Could’ve been a nice wake-up call.

But I guess you’re just as blind as he is.” She stood again, brushing off her coat like she’d stepped in something unpleasant.

She looked at Lucas for one more second-expression unreadable.

Just long enough to make a quiet judgment.

‘So this was what Mr.

Grayson pinned everything on?

A hollow brat with no spine, no awareness, and nothing to offer but a name and a tantrum.

All of it just to chase a woman completely out of his reach.’ Velmora scoffed softly.

It’s not even worth the energy it would take to be angry.

If Ethan hadn’t been involved, she wouldn’t have spared the kid a single look.

Just another fly buzzing in the background.

But the second he became a threat-even a small one-she noticed.

And now?

She’d already forgotten him.

Without another glance, she turned and walked away.

She stood still for a moment, arms crossed, eyes on the empty space Mr.

Grayson left behind.

“Another delusional idiot who thinks just wanting her is enough,” she muttered.

“Like she is a reward to be won if they just play their role right.” Her gaze dropped to Lucas.

“And now look at him.

Used and thrown aside before he even understood what game he was in.” She shook her head slightly.

“I’ve seen men try to charm their way before so that they can have her.

I’ve also seen some try to bribe, flatter, and even fight for a glimpse.

“But dragging his own kid into the mess?

That’s a new kind of pathetic.” She paused.

“He thought using Ethan as a stepping stone would be enough.

If Lilith were just a normal actress, maybe that would’ve worked.

But she’s more than that.

She’s something he was never meant to touch… and if he tries, he’ll be burned to ash.” Her voice was cold.

Final.

“He should’ve known better.” She turned without another word.

Her coat swayed behind her as she melted into the dark, her footsteps soft and steady until even they disappeared.

And just like that – she was gone.

No flash.

No sound.

Only a soft ripple in the air… and silence.

But this time, the silence didn’t feel empty.

It felt like someone was still watching.

And far away, in a quiet room wrapped in silk and soft golden light- Lilith opened her eyes.

Her golden gaze was calm.

But the smile she usually wore?

Nowhere to be seen.

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