Kiss of the vampire
"The Girl with the Sharp sword"
Mission fourty six: Dragon punch part2!
"Get up, Deyviel!" Maya shouted, her voice cutting through the haze. She was already charging toward Lancer, flames swirling around her fists, ready to unleash her fury. Denver was right beside her, his own energy crackling with power as he prepared to join the fray.
With a surge of willpower, Deyviel pushed himself up, gritting his teeth against the pain. He could feel the warmth of his blood pooling around him, but he refused to let it defeat him. "I won't give up," he muttered, determination igniting within him.
Lancer, sensing Deyviel's resurgence, turned his attention back to him, a cruel smile spreading across his face. "You think you can stand against me after that? You're nothing but a broken toy!" he taunted, raising the Blood Reaper once more, ready to strike.
"I'm not your dildo, you fucker," Deyviel spat back.
With a fierce roar, Deyviel summoned every ounce of strength he had left, pushing through the pain that coursed through his body. As he grabbed his red queen and swung it against Lancer's blood weapon.
The clash of their weapons sent shockwaves through the battlefield, the sound echoing like thunder as Deyviel's Red Queen met Lancer's Blood Reaper. The force of the impact reverberated through Deyviel's arm, but he held firm, channeling the pain into his resolve.
"You think you can match me?" Lancer sneered, his eyes narrowing as he pushed against Deyviel's blade, trying to overpower him. "You are nothing but a fleeting moment in my eternal existence!"
Deyviel gritted his teeth, feeling the weight of Lancer's dark magic pressing down on him. "I may be human, but I refuse to be a victim!" he shouted, summoning the last remnants of his energy. With a primal roar, he pushed back against Lancer, forcing the vampire king to stagger.
Maya and Denver, sensing Deyviel's struggle, surged forward. But Catherine stopped them.
"Hey, my dear niece, don't disturb them. I'm your opponent, remember?" Catherine sneered at them.
"So I'm free to go? Denver asks, but Catherine glares at him. "Ow… what a greedy bitch, huh? You want two opponents, huh? Hey, Lady (Maya), you're right; I'm there. Denver gestures, and Maya quickly understands him.
Maya nodded, her eyes narrowing as she focused on Catherine. "We can take her together, Denver. Let's show her what we're made of!"
With a synchronized movement, they charged at Catherine, their energies intertwining as they prepared to unleash a combined attack. Flames and electric energy crackled around them, creating a dazzling display of power that illuminated the dark battlefield.
Meanwhile, Deyviel was locked in a fierce struggle with Lancer, the vampire king's Blood Reaper pressing down against his Red Queen. The two forces clashed, sending shockwaves rippling through the ground. Deyviel could feel the weight of Lancer's dark magic, but he refused to back down. He uses his sword full throttle again to give his sword explosive power.
With a fierce determination, Deyviel channeled every ounce of energy he had left into the Red Queen, feeling the blade hum with power as it absorbed his resolve. The air around him crackled with intensity, and the ground trembled beneath their feet as he prepared to unleash a devastating counterattack.
"Time to end this!" Deyviel shouted, his voice echoing with defiance. He pushed against Lancer's Blood Reaper, feeling the dark magic pressing down on him, but he refused to yield. With a primal roar, he unleashed a powerful upward slash, the Red Queen glowing with an explosive energy that illuminated the battlefield..
The clash of their weapons sent shockwaves rippling through the air, and the ground beneath them cracked and splintered. Deyviel's strike connected with Lancer's Blood Reaper, the force of the impact creating a blinding flash of light that momentarily obscured everything around them. Shattering both of their weapons. Sending the both of them flying in different directions.
The battlefield erupted in chaos as the shockwave from the clash of Deyviel's Red Queen and Lancer's Blood Reaper sent combatants sprawling. Dust and debris filled the air, obscuring the view of the ongoing battle. Deyviel felt the force of the impact reverberate through his body, but he refused to let it defeat him. He landed hard on the ground, rolling to absorb the impact, and quickly pushed himself back to his feet.
Lancer, on the other hand, was thrown several feet away, his monstrous form crashing into the ground with a resounding thud. The vampire king struggled to rise, his eyes filled with fury and disbelief. "You... you insolent brat!" he spat, his voice a low growl as he glared at Deyviel, who was now standing tall, determination etched on his face. Ignoring all his wounds.
"Let's settle this mano a mano. Deyviel challenges Lancer.
Lancer's eyes blazed with rage as he pushed himself up from the ground, his monstrous form still trembling from the impact. "You think you can challenge me to a fair fight? You are a fool!" he snarled, his voice dripping with venom. The battlefield around them was a cacophony of chaos, but in that moment, it felt as if time had slowed, the world narrowing down to just the two of them.
Deyviel stood firm, his draconic arm turning back into a normal arm again. I'm done playing games, Lancer. You've hurt too many people and killed too many innocents. and it's time for you to face the consequences," he declared, his voice steady and resolute.
"Innocent, huh? Then how about you humans? You kill many innocent children (halflings). Who among us is the villain? Humans like you, after catching our children, experimented on them. They used them like guinea pigs. Then you accuse me as a villain? A monster that's needed to be put down? Then what are you calling yourself? You're even worse than us. You're just like your ancestors!"
Deyviel's heart raced as Lancer's words struck a nerve. The vampire king's twisted logic echoed in his mind, but he refused to let it sway him. "I won't deny the sins of humanity," he replied, his voice steady despite the turmoil within. "But that doesn't justify your actions. You prey on the weak and innocent, and I won't stand by while you continue to spread your darkness."
Lancer's eyes narrowed, his fangs bared in a snarl. "You think you can lecture me on morality? You are nothing but a child playing at heroism. I have lived for centuries, and I have seen the true nature of humanity. You are all the same—selfish, cruel, and ultimately doomed to repeat your mistakes, always selling one another, always killing each other just to elevate themselves. You humans are the parasite in this world. You are destroying it. I'm just saving it by eradicating you weak humans and turning the strings into vampires like me. I called it mercy!"
Deyviel's resolve hardened at Lancer's words; the vampire king's twisted rationale only fueled his determination. "Mercy? Is that what you call it? You think slaughtering innocents and turning them into monsters is mercy? Don't make me laugh. You're nothing but a coward hiding behind your power!" he shouted, his voice echoing across the battlefield.
Lancer's expression twisted into a snarl, his rage palpable. "You dare speak to me of cowardice? I have faced armies and brought kingdoms to their knees! You are nothing but a fleeting moment in my eternal existence!" He lunged forward, his claws poised to strike, but Deyviel was ready.
"Yeah, after this, you'll just be part of history, Deyviel spat back.
With a swift sidestep, Deyviel dodged Lancer's attack, feeling the rush of air as the vampire king's claws grazed past him. He countered with a powerful uppercut using his body's full momentum, aiming for Lancer's lower jaw. The blow connected, sending the vampire king staggering back, but Lancer quickly regained his footing, his eyes blazing with fury.
"You think you can defeat me with mere brute strength?" Lancer growled, wiping a trickle of blood from his mouth. "You are a fool to think that will be enough!"
Deyviel, breathing heavily but undeterred, squared his shoulders. "I may be human, but I have something you lack—heart! I fight for those who can't fight for themselves!" He charged forward again, his fists clenched, ready to unleash a flurry of strikes.
Lancer, now fully enraged, summoned dark energy around him, creating a swirling vortex of crimson magic. "You will regret this, human! I will show you the true meaning of despair!" He unleashed a wave of blood magic, the energy crackling with malevolence as it surged toward Deyviel.
Deyviel's instincts kicked in, and he leaped to the side, narrowly avoiding the onslaught. The ground where he had stood moments before erupted in a shower of dirt and debris. "Is that all you've got?" he taunted, his voice steady despite the adrenaline coursing through him. Whole gathering ki energy around him.
As the dust settled, Deyviel felt the energy within him surging, a powerful force that ignited his spirit. He could sense the weight of the battle around him, the cries of his allies and the roars of their enemies blending into a chaotic symphony. But in that moment, it was just him and Lancer, locked in a deadly dance of power and will.
"You think you can dodge forever?" Lancer snarled, his eyes narrowing as he prepared to unleash another wave of blood magic. "You will tire long before I do!"
Deyviel smirked, his confidence unwavering. "I'm just getting started!" he shouted, channeling the energy he had gathered into a concentrated blast. As he remembers Master Eldrin's words: Lad, at your state now, you can only use that once, just like your partial transformation. It is not clear to me how you have that kind of power, but that's not the problem at the moment. So, lad, use that one charge when you see an opening that you're really certain this attack will hit. And not your allies. And once you use it you'll be unable to move temporary or worst, lose consciousness mid battle. So be mindful using it.
The air around him crackled with power as he focused, feeling the heat radiate from his body, his right arm beside him, his left in front of him, his leg spread as he charges up his ki energy. "Let's see who has the last laugh." He shouted as he and EreBus's eyes met. EreBus winked at him, and then he understood. Cymac now!! He shouted as he teleported in front of Laxus, and then he targeted Laxus's cracked chest and unleashed his technique full force, called focus punch or… "DRAGON'S PUNCH!" He shouted as Laxus's eyes widened. At the realization that he is the real target of the punch.
The battlefield fell silent as Deyviel unleashed his devastating attack, the air around him shimmering with energy. The ground trembled beneath his feet as he channeled all his power into the Dragon's Punch, a technique that embodied the very essence of his newfound strength. The translucent blue aura enveloped his fist, growing larger and more intense as he focused on Laxus, who stood frozen in shock.
"No!" Laxus shouted, his eyes widening in horror as he realized the full force of Deyviel's attack was aimed directly at him. He attempted to summon his dark magic to shield himself, but it was too late. Deyviel's fist shot forward like a comet, the energy crackling with raw power.
The impact was cataclysmic. Deyviel's Dragon's Punch connected with Laxus's chest, the force of the blow sending shockwaves rippling through the air. The ground beneath them shattered, creating a massive crater as the energy exploded outward, engulfing everything in its path. Laxus's body was lifted off the ground, his monstrous form propelled backward as if struck by a freight train.
The battlefield erupted into chaos as combatants were thrown off balance, debris flying in all directions. Deyviel felt the energy of the punch reverberate through his arm, a surge of power that left him momentarily breathless. He had poured everything he had into that attack, and now he fell to the ground unconscious at the center of the storm, watching as Laxus was sent crashing into the ground, a look of disbelief etched on his face. As we can see, a massive hole in his chest.
The battlefield was engulfed in chaos, the air thick with dust and the remnants of the explosive clash. As Deyviel lay on the ground, his vision blurred and consciousness fading, he could hear the distant sounds of battle—the roars of werewolves, the cries of vampires, and the crackling of magic. But at that moment, all he could focus on was the aftermath of his attack.
Laxus, the primordial vampire, was sent hurtling through the air, his monstrous form crashing into the ground with a resounding thud. The impact created a shockwave that rippled through the battlefield, sending combatants sprawling and causing the very earth to tremble. Deyviel's heart raced as he watched the vampire king struggle to rise, his eyes wide with disbelief and fury. As Lexus slowly turned into ashes, "Damn it, cursed you all dragon kin. You're always in the way!.
"Heh, Laxus, don't you get it? The world is correcting itself; you weren't born here, neither do I. This era is for the new hatchling and newborn to inherit. Deciding isn't for us. Just accept that we've done our part for this world by protecting the past for future generations," he said as Lexus slowly crumbled into ashes.
The battlefield was a cacophony of chaos, the air thick with the scent of blood and magic. As Laxus disintegrated into ashes, a hush fell over the combatants, their eyes drawn to the remnants of the primordial vampire. Deyviel, still lying on the ground, felt the weight of exhaustion wash over him, but a sense of triumph surged within him as well. He had faced the darkness and emerged victorious, at least for now.
Maya and Denver, having dispatched Catherine with a combination of fire and lightning, rushed to Deyviel's side. "Deyviel! Are you okay?" Maya knelt beside him, her eyes filled with concern as she gently shook him. But he's already asleep.
"Man, for real? Sleeping at this time?Denver said. And Maya just chuckled.
As the dust settled over the battlefield, the echoes of chaos began to fade, replaced by a profound silence that enveloped the remnants of the fierce conflict. The air was thick with the scent of smoke and blood, but amidst the destruction, a sense of victory hung in the atmosphere. Deyviel lay unconscious, his body battered but his spirit unbroken, having faced the primordial vampire Laxus and emerged triumphant. When all of the sudden they hear a loud rumbling and the giant light shooting into the sky vanish. "Thank God, he stop it! The turning ritual( a ritual that lancer create to turn everyone into a vampire)
"But man, I wish that's the end... but we'd still have business to do." As he said that, Lancer and Catherine emerged from the rubble, fangs bared. The battlefield was still charged with tension, the remnants of the fierce battle hanging in the air like a thick fog. Maya and Denver exchanged worried glances as they watched Lancer and Catherine rise from the rubble, their forms battered but far from defeated. The vampire king's eyes burned with a furious intensity, and Catherine's icy demeanor was now laced with a palpable rage.
"You think you can defeat us so easily?" Lancer growled, his voice a low rumble that echoed across the battlefield. "You may have vanquished my creator, Laxus, but you will not escape my wrath!"
Catherine stepped forward, her icy aura radiating a chilling energy. "You may have won this battle, but the war is far from over. We will not allow you to disrupt our plans!" she hissed, her voice dripping with venom.
Maya clenched her fists, her flames flickering in response to the rising tension. "We won't let you continue your twisted schemes! You've hurt too many people, and we're not backing down!" she shouted, her voice filled with determination as she unsheathed her katana (sword) and pointed at Catherine.
Denver nodded, his own energy crackling around him. "We'll fight you to the end if we have to! You're not getting away with this!" he declared, stepping protectively in front of Deyviel's unconscious form.
Lancer and Catherine exchanged glances, their expressions a mix of anger and amusement. "You think you can stand against us?" Lancer sneered, his fangs glinting in the dim light. "You are nothing but children playing at war. You have no idea what true power is."
Maya's resolve only strengthened at Lancer's taunts. "We may be young, but we've faced more than you can imagine. We won't let you hurt anyone else!" she shouted, her voice ringing with defiance.
Denver stepped forward, his fists crackling with energy. "You're outnumbered now. We've got allies, and we're not afraid to use them!" he declared, glancing around the battlefield where the werewolves and other allies were regrouping, ready to join the fight. As Denver summons his soul weapon for the first time. As two short swords materialize in his hands, both of the swords have chains connecting both swords to their hilts. And then blue flame erupted from his back, just like two pairs of wings.
Catherine's icy demeanor faltered for a moment as she realized who Denver was. Fuck, at all places, why do guys like him reappear here? "But she quickly regained her composure. "Allies? You think they can save you? They are nothing but pawns in this game," she hissed, her voice laced with contempt. "You will all fall before us, just like your precious Deyviel. After we kill him."
"Heh, look who's here; after 600 years, a new hero arrives."
To be continued....