Extra's Life: MILFs Won't Leave the Incubus Alone-Chapter 218:My rightful place

The bells of the High Capital tolled like war drums.

Slow.

Heavy.

Ominous.

From the moment Aiden stepped off the teleportation platform, the weight of a thousand gazes pressed against him—whispers sliding through the air like blades.

"Is that him...?"

"The new Prophet..."

"The one the Pope summoned personally."

Aiden ignored them all.

His cloak fluttered behind him, black turning silver beneath the morning sun as though stitched with starlight. His steps were calm—eerily calm in a street filled with tension so thick it strangled the lungs.

Because the capital was shaking.

Not visibly—politically.

The religious noble family, every church faction, remaining knight order and mage sect... all were bracing for something monumental. The summons the Pope issued was not routine.

It was a declaration.

A shift.

A storm.

Aiden smirked faintly.

Perfect timing.

The cathedral loomed ahead—a monolith of white stone and golden spires carved with runes that hummed faintly with divine authority. Its doors towered like the gates of judgment.

Two squads of Paladins waited at the entrance, armor gleaming like mirrors. Their captain stepped forward and bowed stiffly.

"Prophet Lucifer," he said, voice rigid with discipline. "His Holiness awaits."

Aiden didn’t bow back.

He simply walked.

The paladins swallowed, stiffened, then followed.

The cathedral’s inner chamber was enormous. Light streamed through stained-glass windows, bathing everything in colors that danced like celestial fire.

And waiting for him—

A row of bishops.

Two cardinals.

Dozens of high-ranking priests.

But none of them mattered.

Not compared to her.

The new Saintess.

She stood near the dais, her white robes glowing faintly with holy radiance, silver eyes locked onto Aiden the moment he entered. Her heartbeat spiked—so violently she had to clasp her hands to steady herself.

Because she knew him.

Not by face.

By aura.

By instinct.

By the whisper of prophecy that clawed at her soul whenever he drew near.

"Monster... human... catalyst... destroyer..."

Her oracle whispered all contradictions at once.

She hated the uncertainty.

She hated him.

She feared him.

And yet...

She couldn’t look away.

"So..."

The Pope rose from his throne of white gold, voice echoing like thunder wrapped in silk.

"You finally come before me, Prophet... Lucifer."

A hush consumed the cathedral.

Aiden lifted his gaze slowly...

...and smiled.

A calm, lethal smile.

"As requested."

The Pope’s eyes narrowed. "Tell me... why does Heaven ring with anomalies when you act? Why do my Saintess’s visions blur whenever you move? Why do the dungeons stir in rhythm with your footsteps?"

Aiden didn’t blink.

"Because the world," he said softly, "is finally waking up...."

Whispers erupted instantly.

The Saintess’s eyes widened, breath catching in her throat. Something inside her chest tightened—fear or fascination, she couldn’t tell.

The Pope slammed his staff down.

"Do not answer me with riddles!"

Aiden met his fury with lazy amusement. 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞

"I didn’t."

The cardinals moved forward.

One raised a hand glowing with divine chains.

Another’s aura flared bright enough to scorch the air.

"Prophet or not," the first cardinal hissed, "no one speaks so lightly before His Holiness."

Aiden didn’t even turn.

"I wasn’t speaking lightly," he said. "I was speaking truth....plane simple truth..."

The chains of holy magic lashed toward him—

And shattered.

Exploding like glass hitting stone.

Silence.

Dead.

Absolute.

Even the Pope flinched.

A whisper rippled through the priests:

"He broke divine chains..."

"No one... no one can do that..."

"What is he?"

Aiden exhaled slowly.

"I’ll be direct."

He stepped forward, boots echoing like approaching judgment.

"I did not come here to debate."

Another step.

"I came to take my rightful place at the Church."

Gasps.

Cries.

Shock so heavy it rattled the stained glass.

The Saintess staggered backward, nearly losing her balance.

"Y-You... you expect us to simply hand you authority!?" one bishop shouted.

Aiden looked at him—once.

The bishop fell silent, trembling.

Aiden’s next words fell like blades.

"I expect nothing."

His aura surged—quiet, invisible, yet crushing. The temperature dropped. The light dimmed. Reality itself seemed to tighten, like the world’s heart held its breath.

"I am taking it."

She moved without thinking.

"Stop."

Her voice wavered, but the holy power rising behind her didn’t. The cathedral itself trembled as divine light swirled around her like a shield.

"lucifer," she said—using his name, surprising even herself. "If you threaten the Pope... I cannot let you walk out."

Aiden smiled gently.

And that softness made her flinch more than his power ever did.

"You misunderstand."

He lifted his hand.

Not toward the Pope.

Toward her.

Her breath caught.

"I’m not here to dethrone him," Aiden said quietly. "I’m here because the Church is collapsing from the inside, and the next storm will kill millions if someone doesn’t take the reins..call it, God’s Will...."

His gaze sharpened, slicing straight into her soul.

"And because you, Saintess... are being lied to."

Her pulse hammered in her ears.

The Pope stiffened. His looks disgruntling.

Aiden continued, voice low.

"i know, half of you all received letters... secret letters from the capital as well...."

"The summonses?"

"from the sigil of your respective houses, houses that you influences?"

He tilted his head.

"You think the Church isn’t involved?"

A collective shudder passed through the priests.

"This alone tells, how the mighty Faith have fallen..."

The Saintess’s eyes shook—because she had sensed manipulation recently. Shadows in holy visions. Gaps in divine messages.

But the Pope barked:

"Silence! You will not manipulate—"

"No," Aiden said softly. "I don’t need to manipulate. I already know."

His next words froze the entire cathedral.

"Three days from now... the Church’s hidden faction will make their move."

No one breathed.

Aiden turned his gaze upward—toward the towering mural of the heavens.

"And I intend to wipe them out...not my will, but the will of the almighty..."

"Lucifer..."

The Pope stepped down, eyes burning with authority older than kingdoms.

"If you take up this mantle...being the so called prophet...

If you claim this power...

You will stand against enemies no mortal should face."

Aiden’s smirk returned.

"I’m not mortal."

Silence.

Then—

The Pope’s voice boomed through the cathedral.

"Then let the heavens witness."

"From this moment—"

"You shall lead the Church’s holy knight Division."

"You will command our forces."

"You will purge the traitors...and do your holy work, ."

"And you..."

He pointed his staff toward the Saintess.

"...will stand at his side."

The Saintess froze. Her yellow eyes beaming open.

Aiden simply nodded.

The throne hall trembled.

Not because of magic.

Not because of conflict.

Because of Aiden.

He stood before the Pope’s dais, calm as a still ocean—yet the air warped around him, bending under the weight of an aura no mortal was meant to carry.

The Saintess stood beside him, trying to steady her breath, trying not to look at him, trying not to listen to the whisper inside her head—

"Destiny fracture... anomaly... catastrophe..."

Her vision blurred.

The stained-glass windows dissolved into streams of colors.

The world fractured like thin crystal.

The Saintess gasped—lungs burning as divine pressure slammed into her.

lucifer—lucifer—lucifer—Ai..den...?

Every future vision became him.

She saw a thousand Lucifer’s standing over a burning world.

Another thousand saving it.

Another thousand killing gods.

Another thousand killed by them.

And then—

A pair of hands caught her before she hit the cathedral floor.

Warm. Firm. Steady.

Lucifer.

"Still with me?" he murmured.

The Saintess stared up at him—her heart thundering in confusion and fear.

Why... why was he the only stable point in the chaos of her visions?

The Pope stiffened on his throne.

"So you finally see," he said gravely. "The reason I summoned him."

Before the Saintess could speak—

The attack came.

A sharp whistle. A flash of silver. A crushing aura.

Ten robed figures appeared—silent, masked, blood-red sigils burning on their palms.

The Church’s secret execution squad.

A forbidden faction.

One of them hissed:

"For attempting to seize the Church... Prophet Lucifer... you die here."

They moved as one.

Lightning-fast.

Divine blades of pure light sliced toward Aiden.

The Saintess tried to scream a warning—

But the blades never reached him.

The moment they touched Aiden’s body...

the divine magic shuddered—

cracked—

and shattered like brittle ash.

No—not shattered.

Absorbed.

Into him.

Into his aura.

Into something they didn’t understand.

The entire cathedral froze.

The assassins stared with horror.

The bishops collapsed.

Even the Pope’s eyes widened.

The leader of the assassins whispered, voice breaking:

"That’s... impossible..."

Aiden looked at his own hand, flexing his fingers calmly.

"Divine light," he said softly. "Not a bad breakfast."

And then, with chilling casualness—

He snapped his fingers.

A single shockwave blasted through the chamber—

soundless yet devastating—

sending all ten assassins crashing to their knees, choking on pressure.

The Saintess’s heart hammered.

"What are you?" she whispered.

Aiden looked down at her.

The faintest smile curved his lips.

"A problem."

The Pope saw everything, his eyes tuning in disappointment.

But the Pope stood, leaning heavily on his staff.

"The Church has hidden one prophecy for generations...chosen one" he said. "One so dangerous it could collapse nations."

His voice echoed like thunder:

"The Prophet Lucifer walks outside Heaven’s design."

Gasps erupted across the cathedral.

"He is not bound to divine will. His fate cannot be read. His presence disrupts prophecy itself."

The Saintess’s hands shook violently.

"No wonder my visions—no wonder—"

He cut in gently.

"Relax. I’m not here to destroy the world, I’m just converting everything anew."

He paused, eyes sharpening.

"Not unless I must."

A shiver tore through the Saintess’s spine.

And through the Pope’s.

Something Watches Them

A faint ripple slid across the edge of the hall—too subtle for anyone except Aiden and the Saintess to sense.

A shadow glided along the walls.

A presence too ancient, too vast, too monstrous.

An Elf....

Hidden.

Watching.

Studying every sigil, every knight, every divine ward.

Preparing.

Aiden didn’t look toward the shadow.

But he spoke, deliberately louder.

"Seems the Church has holes in its defenses..."