Deyviel's eyes snapped open, the bright yellow light radiating from his arm illuminating the battlefield around him. The chaos of the fight faded into the background as he felt a surge of energy coursing through him, a power he had never experienced before. It was as if the very essence of his determination had manifested into something tangible.
"What's happening?!" Denver exclaimed, his eyes wide with shock as he watched Deyviel's transformation. "Deyviel, are you okay?"
"I... I feel incredible!" Deyviel shouted, his voice booming with newfound strength. He could feel the energy pulsing through him—a vibrant force that filled him with confidence. "I can do this! I can fight!"
As he stood up, the glow from his arm intensified, and he could feel the power of Ki surging within him. It was a sensation unlike anything he had ever felt—a perfect blend of strength and clarity. He glanced at his friends, who were still engaged in their battle against Aldebaran and Catherine.
"Stay back! I’ve got this!" Deyviel declared, his voice steady and resolute. He could see Aldebaran recovering from the earlier assault, his monstrous form towering over the battlefield. The creature's eyes narrowed as it focused on Deyviel, sensing the shift in energy.
"You think you can challenge me now, little human?" Aldebaran growled, his voice dripping with disdain. "You’re still nothing but a pest!"
Deyviel smirked, the glow from his arm pulsating in rhythm with his heartbeat. "You have no idea what I’m capable of!" he shouted, channeling the energy into his sword. The blade shimmered with a golden hue, reflecting the light of his newfound power.
With a fierce battle cry, Deyviel charged at Aldebaran, his movements swift and precise. The ground shook beneath him as he closed the distance, the air crackling with energy. "This ends now, Mr. Piggy Bat!" he yelled, swinging his sword with all his might.
Aldebaran attempted to swipe at him with his massive claws, but Deyviel was faster. He dove under the attack, rolling to the side and coming up on his feet. "You’re too slow!" he taunted, launching himself at Aldebaran once more.
With a powerful thrust, Deyviel aimed for the creature's exposed flank, the golden energy surrounding his sword amplifying the impact. The blade connected with a resounding clash, and Aldebaran let out a roar of pain, staggering back.
"How is this possible?!" Aldebaran bellowed, his eyes wide with disbelief. "You’re just a human!"
Deyviel grinned, feeling the rush of adrenaline and power. "I’m not just any human! I’m a Hunter!" he shouted, launching into a series of rapid strikes, each one infused with the energy coursing through him. The golden light from his arm illuminated the battlefield, drawing the attention of his teammates.
"Eat this fucking slash! he shouted, and Denver and the others facepalmed their faces because of the stupid name of his attack.Can he come up with a cooler name?" Alicia commented.
"Tsk. Idiots. Don't just stand there; help him get an opening damn it," Kliev shouted.
"Look at him go!" Arthur shouted, momentarily breaking away from his fight with Catherine to witness Deyviel's transformation. "He’s on fire!"
Keep it up, Deyviel!"McDougal encouraged, his voice filled with pride. "Show that monster what you’re made of! "
As Deyviel continued his assault, he could feel the energy within him growing stronger. Each strike against Aldebaran felt like a surge of power, and he was determined to take the creature down once and for all. "Damn it, I hadn't noticed it earlier; my body is slowly losing its strength in every attack I unleash. I need to end this fight quickly before this unknown power leaves my body," he thinks to himself as he grips the hilt of his sword.
"Hey Elric, I want you to teleport Deyviel at the right moment when I say." He ordered
"But why? He got this look; he can fumble a freaking royal knight," he proudly said, but as he said that, he was hit by the realization that Deyviel's power is temporary, so after that glow disappears, he might lose consciousness. It was normal for people who awakened for the first time.
"Roger that captain," he agreed and ready himself.
Meanwhile, Catherine was still locked in combat with McDougal, Adrac, and Arthur. The Ice Queen was struggling to regain her footing after the earlier fireball attack, her icy demeanor faltering as she faced the relentless onslaught of the Hunters.
"You think you can defeat me with mere tricks?" she spat, her voice laced with venom. But the fear in her eyes betrayed her bravado.
"Tricks? No, this is strategy!" McDougal replied, his voice steady and commanding. "And you’re about to find out just how outmatched you are. Don't think for a second that after those years we did not improve, to avenge our slain friends. We will kill you, Elsa!( he said to Catherine.
As Deyviel pushed himself to Aldebaran's rage, he lifted forward and attempted to slash him, but this time Aldebaran was faster and he was slower because his ki flicker was nearing its energy. As Aldebaran was about to land a killing blow to Deyviel, we heard a shout, "Elric now!"
Deyviel teleported beside Aldebaran's chest.
"Go Deyviel, you can do it," Denver shouted.
As Deyviel landed another powerful blow against Aldebaran, he could see the creature's resolve beginning to waver. "You’re nothing but a monster!" Deyviel shouted, channeling all his energy into a barrage of slashes to weaken Aldebaran's armored chest. "Gahhhhhhhh!" he shouted.
With a fierce battle cry, Deyviel rises his sword into the air, mastering all of Ki inside his body. The golden light enveloped him last time, and as it was about to pierce Aldebaran's heart, we saw a flashback inside Aldebaran's memory. As he utters the words "the prophecies, Child's
Aldebaran pov.
I'm Aldebaran Neterfari.
As I stood in the dim light of the castle's grand hall, the weight of my lineage pressed heavily upon my shoulders. I was Aldebaran Neterfari, the eldest son of Alisius Neterfari, a noble vampire knight sworn to protect the realm. The echoes of my family's legacy reverberated through the stone walls, but the memories of betrayal and bloodshed haunted me.
King Vladimir had been a beacon of hope, a ruler who inspired loyalty and courage. His untimely death at the hands of his own brother, Radu Iron, had shattered that hope. I had witnessed the treachery firsthand, the cold glint of a dagger as it pierced the heart of a king who had only sought to unite his people. The image of that night replayed in my mind like a cursed memory, a reminder of my misguided loyalty to a man who had betrayed not only his brother but the very essence of nobility.
Years passed, and I found myself entangled in a web of deceit and ambition. My path crossed with Catherine, the widow of the man who had usurped the throne. Her beauty was a haunting reminder of the life that had been stolen from her, and her resolve ignited a spark within me. When I asked her why she had married Lancer, her response was sharp and defiant. She was not a pawn in his game; she was a player, and she had her own plans for revenge.
Together, we plotted in the shadows, waiting for the right moment to strike. My mother, on her deathbed, had whispered words of prophecy that lingered in my mind. The child of prophecy, the one who would bring an end to our suffering, was a glimmer of hope in a world shrouded in darkness. But the years slipped by, and the search for this child felt like chasing a mirage.
Then came a hooded man, a figure cloaked in mystery and mischief. His name was as peculiar as his demeanor, and I couldn't shake the feeling that he was more than he appeared. When he offered to help me find the child of prophecy, I was skeptical but intrigued. His sly grin hinted at secrets yet to be revealed.
"Fine, I'll play along," I said, my voice steady despite the uncertainty swirling within me. "If you can find him or her, take me to them."
Balthazar's laughter danced in the air, a sound both unsettling and oddly comforting. "No, no, no. I'll just set you up to where you're going to find them."
"Fine, where?" I pressed, my impatience growing.
"Into the human village in the Philippines," he replied, his eyes glinting with mischief.
"Into the human village in the Philippines," he replied, his eyes glinting with mischief.
The mention of a distant land stirred something within me. The Philippines—a place I had only heard of in whispers—a realm of vibrant life and untamed beauty. It felt like a world apart from the cold stone of the castle and the blood-soaked history of my family. But if that hooded man was to be believed, it was there that I would find the key to our salvation.
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As I prepared for the journey, I felt a mix of trepidation and determination. The path ahead was fraught with uncertainty, but I was no stranger to danger. I had faced betrayal, witnessed the fall of kings, and now I stood on the precipice of a new quest. With Catherine by my side and the promise of the child of prophecy guiding me, I would venture into the unknown, ready to confront whatever awaited us in that distant village.
The winds of fate were shifting, and I could feel the stirrings of change in the air. The time for vengeance was drawing near, and with it, the hope of a brighter future. As I set my sights on the horizon, the weight of my family's legacy mingled with the thrill of the unknown. The journey to the Philippines would not only be a quest for the child of prophecy but also a chance to reclaim my honor and right the wrongs of the past. I gathered my armor, the familiar coldness of steel a comfort against the uncertainty that lay ahead.
Catherine joined me, her resolve unwavering. Together, we would navigate the treacherous waters of ambition and revenge, our fates intertwined like the roots of an ancient tree. The whispers of my mother’s prophecy echoed in my mind, urging me forward. The child of golden light was out there, waiting to be found, and I was determined to uncover the truth.
Balthazar's words lingered, a riddle wrapped in enigma. I couldn't shake the feeling that he held more knowledge than he let on. As we traveled, I kept a watchful eye on him, curious about his true intentions. Was he a mere guide, or did he have his own agenda? The thought gnawed at me, but I pushed it aside. For now, our goals aligned, and that was enough.
The journey to the human village was fraught with challenges. We traversed dense forests and crossed rivers that sparkled under the sun, each step taking us further from the shadows of the castle and closer to the light of a new beginning. The vibrant culture of the Philippines unfolded before us, a tapestry of colors and sounds that felt both foreign and exhilarating.
As we approached the village, I could sense the energy in the air—a mix of hope and despair, dreams and nightmares. It was a place where destinies intertwined, and I felt the pull of fate guiding me. The villagers went about their lives, unaware of the storm brewing just beyond their borders. I knew that within this seemingly ordinary place lay the extraordinary.
We began our search, asking questions and piecing together fragments of information. The child of prophecy was said to be marked by a golden light, a beacon in the darkness. I felt a sense of urgency, a need to find this child before the shadows of our past caught up with us. Each day brought new leads but also new dangers, as whispers of our quest began to spread.
Then, one evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow over the village, we heard a tale that sent shivers down my spine. An old woman spoke of a child who had appeared in the village—a girl with hair like spun gold and eyes that sparkled like stars. She was said to possess a gift, a power that could change the fate of kingdoms.
"Where can we find her?" I asked, my heart racing with anticipation.
As we approached the girl, we only got disappointment because the girl has golden hair that is not growing.
But we don't lose hope that one day we will see the prophecies, child. While I searched the human realm, Catherine conducted vampire human research to aid us in our war against Lancer.
"But now I understand why a human is the prophecy child; it makes sense," he says to himself. "You sly bustard, you set us up to create the prophecy child. If I saw you in hell, I'd punch you."
Deyviel's sword glimmered with the last remnants of his ki as he prepared to deliver the final blow to Aldebaran. The battlefield around him faded into a blur; the only thing that mattered was the monstrous figure before him and the promise of victory that lay just within reach.
"Your reign of terror ends here!" Deyviel shouted, his voice echoing with determination. He could feel the weight of his friends' hopes resting on his shoulders, and he refused to let them down.
As he lunged forward, the flashback of Aldebaran's memories flickered in his mind, a sudden intrusion that momentarily distracted him. He saw the noble vampire's past—the betrayal, the ambition, the pain of loss. Deyviel's heart ached for the creature, but he knew that compassion had no place in this fight. Aldebaran had chosen his path, and now he would face the consequences.
With a fierce battle cry, Deyviel swung his sword down, channeling every ounce of energy he had left. The golden light enveloped him, illuminating the battlefield in a radiant glow. "This is for everyone you've hurt!" he yelled, the words fueled by the memories of his fallen comrades and the lives Aldebaran had destroyed.
Aldebaran's eyes widened in fear and realization as the blade descended. "No! You cannot—!" he roared, but it was too late. The sword pierced through the creature's armored chest, the golden energy erupting in a blinding flash.
The impact sent shockwaves through the air, and for a moment, time seemed to stand still. Deyviel felt the power of the strike resonate through him, a culmination of all his training, his struggles, and the strength of his friends. Aldebaran staggered back, a look of disbelief etched on his face as he clutched the wound.
"You... you were the prophesied child..." Aldebaran gasped, his voice barely a whisper. "But how...?"
Deyviel's heart raced as he pulled his sword free, the golden light flickering as his energy began to wane. "I’m not just a prophecy," he replied, his voice steady despite the exhaustion creeping in. "I’m a hunter, and I fight for those who can’t."
With a final roar of defiance, Aldebaran fell to his knees, the light in his eyes dimming. "You may have won this battle, but the war is far from over," he rasped, his voice fading as he collapsed to the ground. He's slowly turning in ashes. "I hope she, Lady Catherine, escapes."
Deyviel stood over the fallen form of Aldebaran, his heart pounding in his chest as the golden light from his arm flickered and began to fade. The battlefield was eerily quiet, the chaos of combat replaced by a heavy silence that hung in the air like a shroud. He could feel the weight of his friends' gazes upon him, a mixture of awe and relief washing over them.
"Did you see that?!" Denver shouted, his voice breaking the stillness. "You did it, Deyviel! You actually did it!"
Alicia rushed to his side, her eyes wide with admiration. "That was incredible! You took down Aldebaran like it was nothing!"
"Nothing, my ass. His attack nearly killed me,Deyviel said and managed a weak smile, but the exhaustion was creeping in fast. "Yeah, but I think I’m running on empty here," he admitted, glancing at his arm where the golden glow had once radiated with power. "I don’t know how much longer I can stand."
"Don’t worry, we’ve got your back," McDougal said, stepping forward with a reassuring nod. "You’ve done more than enough. We’ll handle the rest, Brat.
Deyviel took a deep breath, feeling the adrenaline slowly ebbing away, leaving behind a heavy fatigue that threatened to pull him under. The battlefield, once a cacophony of clashing steel and roars of fury, now felt surreal in its stillness. He glanced at the remnants of Aldebaran, the once-mighty creature reduced to ashes, a testament to the power of his newfound abilities.
"Is everyone okay?" Deyviel asked, his voice hoarse but filled with concern for his friends. He turned to see Denver, Alicia, McDougal, Kliev, and Arthur regrouping, their expressions a mix of relief and disbelief.
"We're fine, thanks to you," Kliev replied, his tone serious but grateful. "But we need to be cautious. Catherine is still out there, and she won't take this defeat lightly."
"Right," Deyviel nodded, pushing himself to stand straighter despite the fatigue weighing him down. "We need to regroup and come up with a plan. If Aldebaran was just a pawn in her game, we can’t underestimate her. But for now, can you guys grab me a cheeseburger? I'm starving," he said as all the generals laughed at him.
When the sun started to rise, more of the hunters came to treat our wounds and fix the house of the village.
"What I have been sleeping in 3 days straight?! The hell?!!! " Deyviel shouted to Ethan in shock.
"Yep, apparently your ki reserve was deflated. So that's why you overslept," Ethan explains.
"Bruh. I can't sleep that long every time I use that power," she worriedly said.
"Well, that's the good news at least."
"Good news, at least what?" Deyviel asked with wide eyes. "Don't tell me? "He?
"Yep, General McDougal will personally train you again about Ki," he happily said.
"Fuck fuck fuck no!! If that damn bat didn't kill me, that Gangster Ape will!" Deyviel said while panicking.
While Deyviel is panicking, Denver and the rest of his teammates are sent to investigate a high school building in Cuba. Where there's more vampire sightings.
"Man, I wish Deyviel was here. We can use his loud mouth and jokes," Denver said.
"Yeah. If just us. It's pretty boring," Alicia chime in.
"Fuck off you two," we're on a mission, remember," he angrily said.
"Tss, I know you miss his jokes too, Kliev. Just admit it," Yumi said.
"Shut up. I don't even like the dude's reckless, loud, and annoying," he answered.
"You sure? They both ask in unison, smirking at Kliev's obvious irritation.
"Ugh, whatever," Kliev huffed, crossing his arms. "Just keep your eyes peeled. We’re here to gather intel, not to reminisce about Deyviel’s antics."
As they approached the high school building in Cubao, the atmosphere shifted. The air felt thick with tension, and the shadows seemed to stretch unnaturally. Denver led the way, his senses heightened, while Alicia and Kliev flanked him, their eyes scanning for any signs of danger.
"Remember, we’re looking for any signs of vampire activity," Denver reminded them, his voice low. "Reports have indicated that students have gone missing, and there have been strange sightings around this area."
"Yeah, and if we find any vampires, we need to be careful," Alicia added, her tone serious. "We don’t know how many might be lurking around."
As they entered the building, the dimly lit hallways echoed with their footsteps. Lockers lined the walls, some slightly ajar, as if abandoned in a hurry. The atmosphere was eerily quiet, and a chill ran down Denver's spine.
"Stay alert," Kliev whispered, his instincts kicking in. "Something feels off."
They moved cautiously through the corridors, peering into classrooms and common areas. The remnants of student life were scattered everywhere—books, backpacks, and even a forgotten lunch tray. But there was no sign of any students.
"Where is everyone?" Denver muttered, unease creeping into his voice. "This place feels like a ghost town."
Suddenly, a loud crash echoed from the upper floor, causing them to jump. "What was that?!" Alicia exclaimed, her eyes wide.
"Let’s check it out," Kliev said, his voice steady despite the tension. "It could be a vampire or something else."
They ascended the staircase, the sound of their footsteps muffled by the thick carpet. As they reached the second floor, they spotted a flickering light coming from a classroom at the end of the hall.
"That’s where the noise came from," Denver said, nodding toward the classroom. "On three, we go in."
"One, two, three!" Kliev counted, and they burst through the door, weapons drawn.
Inside, they found a group of students huddled together, their faces pale with fear. In the center of the room stood a tall figure, cloaked in shadows, with piercing red eyes that glowed in the dim light.
"Get away from them!" Denver shouted, stepping forward, his sword at the ready.
The figure turned, revealing a smirk that sent chills down their spines. "Ah, more hunters. How quaint," the vampire said, his voice smooth and mocking. "You think you can save these children? They belong to me now."
"Not if we have anything to say about it!" Kliev retorted, his grip tightening on his weapon.
The vampire laughed, a sound that echoed ominously in the room. "You’re brave; I’ll give you that. But bravery alone won’t save you."
With a swift motion, the vampire lunged at them, and chaos erupted. Denver and Kliev sprang into action, their training kicking in as they fought to protect the students. Alicia moved to shield the terrified kids, her heart racing as she tried to keep them calm.
"Stay back! We’ll handle this!" she shouted, her voice firm.
The vampire was fast, darting between them with supernatural agility. Denver swung his sword, but the vampire dodged effortlessly, countering with a strike of his own. Kliev joined the fray, launching a series of attacks, but the vampire seemed to anticipate their every move.
"These hunters are pathetic," the vampire taunted, his laughter echoing in the room. "You think you can defeat me? I’ve feasted on stronger prey than you."
"Yeah, yeah. Blah blah blah blah. Can't you have a unique version of bad guy lines besides that?"
"Uhm... Wait, I think I have something..." the vampire fonder
"Go on, take your time, Denver said.
The vampire paused, a flicker ofannoyance crossing his face as he considered Denver's words. "You think you’re clever, don’t you? But let me tell you, I’ve heard every cliché in the book. You hunters are all the same—full of bravado and empty threats."
"Wow, you really are a cliché," Denver shot back, rolling his eyes. "How about you try something original for once? Like, 'I will feast on your souls' or 'You’ll regret crossing me'? At least those have some flair."
The vampire's eyes narrowed, irritation evident. "You think mocking me will save you? I’ll enjoy tearing you apart."
"Yeah, yeah, we’ve heard it all before," Kliev interjected, trying to keep the vampire distracted. "You’re just another wannabe villain trying to make a name for yourself. How about you show us what you’ve got instead of talking?"
With a snarl, the vampire lunged again, but this time, Denver was ready. He sidestepped the attack, using the momentum to swing his sword in a wide arc. The blade connected with the vampire's shoulder, causing him to stagger back with a hiss of pain.
"See? That’s how you do it!" Denver exclaimed, adrenaline surging through him. "Now, let’s finish this!"
The vampire glared at them, his expression shifting from arrogance to fury. "You’ll pay for that, little hunter!" he spat, his voice dripping with venom. "I’ll make you wish you had never crossed my path!"
"Bring it on!" Kliev shouted, charging forward to engage the vampire once more. The two hunters worked in tandem; their movements synchronized as they attacked from different angles, forcing the vampire to defend against their relentless onslaught. And Kliev just kicked the vampire that sent him flying to a nearby wall sticking there, not moving.
"Is he dead?" Denver asks.
"Well, hard to say. Yeah, I think he is." Answer
"I'm not dead yet. You damn human, I can still take you guys on!" He hisses at them.
"That's new. "Denver, look at Kliev.
"Yeah, that new one." As they were about to say something, Yumi shot the vampire in the head, killing it.
"Stop fooling around morons," Yumi snarled at them, then left the area. The two only struggle with their shoulders, then follow her.
As we turn back at Deyviel, he is currently being trained by General McDougal.
"Fuck you, Gangster Ape! I promise I'll punch that smug face of you."
As he rushes into the range of McDougal, they ready their first punch, then punch each other.
To be continued....