Previously on Kiss Of The Vampire

As Deyviel soared through the air, the world around him blurred into a whirlwind of colors and sounds. The moment he crashed through the ceiling, he landed with a powerful thud, sending a shockwave through the ground that momentarily stunned the wendigos and the Elder Lord Vampire, Apollo. Dust and debris cascaded around him, but he stood tall, a fierce determination burning in his eyes.

The battlefield was chaotic. Denver was still fending off the relentless wendigos, his daggers flashing as he fought to protect his friends. Kliev and Mizuno were regrouping, trying to strategize their next move against Apollo, who was now glaring at Deyviel with a mix of surprise and annoyance.

"Well, well, look who finally decided to join the party," Apollo sneered, his voice dripping with condescension. "You think you can take me on now? You’re just a child playing with forces beyond your understanding."

Deyviel smirked, feeling the power coursing through him. "You have no idea what I’m capable of," he replied, his voice steady and confident. "And I’m not here to play."

With a swift motion, he summoned the energy within him, feeling the darkness swirl around his fingertips. The blue flames from the skull flickered in his mind, urging him to unleash his newfound strength. He focused on Apollo, channeling his energy into a concentrated blast.

"Ow, you have a nice trick there, Deyviel Taunt. "Let me teach you how to use that kind of power. Then he slashes a giant blue light, "Be gone, heavens slash.

Kiss of the Vampire

"The Girl With The Sharp Sword

Mission Ten: forgotten Dark history

The two forces collided in a brilliant explosion of light and shadow, illuminating the darkened landscape around them. The air crackled with energy as Deyviel's yellow slash met Apollo's blue light, creating a shockwave that sent debris flying in all directions.

Apollo's eyes widened for a moment, surprise flickering across his face. "Impressive," he admitted, though his tone remained mocking. "But you’ll need more than flashy colors to defeat me."

Deyviel gritted his teeth, feeling the heat of the battle surge through him. He could sense the darkness within him growing stronger, feeding off his determination. "I’m not here to impress you, Apollo. I’m here to end this."

With a fierce determination, Deyviel drew upon the depths of his power, the blue flames from the skull in his mind roaring to life. He could feel the energy coiling around him, ready to be unleashed. "Let’s see how you handle this!" he shouted, thrusting his hands forward. "Restraint"

A torrent of dark energy spiraled from his fingertips, forming into a massive wave that surged toward Apollo. The ground trembled beneath them as the force of Deyviel's attack barreled forward, threatening to engulf everything in its path.

"What is that it barely tickles? "The moment he decides to move his body, he can't move anymore." But how?

Deyviel just smiled.

"Surprised?" he taunted, his voice steady despite the chaos around them. "You thought you could just brush me off, didn’t you? This isn’t just a flashy display; it’s a culmination of everything I’ve become."

Apollo's expression shifted from amusement to irritation as he struggled against the binding energy that wrapped around him like chains. The dark tendrils of Deyviel's attack were not just a physical force; they were a manifestation of his will, a reflection of the darkness he had embraced.

"I don't know how and why I can do that, but all that matters is that I can defeat you guys. I will have giant power and more power, even selling my soul to a devil just to defeat you. But before I end this, I have a question for you. And I want you to answer me honestly. If you do, I'll end you painlessly," he confidently said.

Apollo's eyes narrowed, the flicker of surprise replaced by a cold, calculating gaze. "You think you can intimidate me with your little theatrics? I’ve faced worse than you, Deyviel. But go ahead, ask your question. I’m curious to see what you think could possibly matter at this point."

Deyviel took a step closer, the dark energy swirling around him like a storm. "Why do you do this? Why do you seek to dominate and destroy? Is it power you crave, or is it something deeper? I want to know what drives you, Apollo." But all Apollo does is just laugh maniacally. Deyviel, Ethan, Mizuno, and Denver share glances. And Ethan walked forward while Mizuno helped him walk. Because of his injury from this battle, "What's funny to the question? Just answer it, damn it," he ordered.

It's not the question is funny, but you humans are idiotic. We've been fighting and killing each other all these years, and you still don't have any clue how and why we fight. Hahahaha, how idiotic. So your ancestors didn't tell you how and why we're attacking humans? He mockingly said as he continued to laugh at them.

"Isn't it you guys saw as a food source?" Denver curiously asks.

"Eh? Hahaha yeah, yeah, that's one think, but we don't need that much of the blood that often, hahahaha. This is entertaining as I imagine, he answered.

Deyviel's patience wore thin as Apollo's laughter echoed through the battlefield, a chilling sound that seemed to mock their very existence. The dark energy around him pulsed with his rising anger, but he forced himself to remain calm. "So, you admit it then? You see us as nothing more than playthings, mere entertainment for your twisted amusement?"

Apollo's laughter subsided, replaced by a smirk that twisted his features. "Oh, it’s so much more than that, child. You see, power is a game, and he (the vampire king) is the master player. And you humans are pawns, and he is in the chaos that ensues when I move them across the board. It’s not just about blood; it’s about control, about bending the will of those who think they can stand against him.

"So then just get straight to the point, you damn monster," Kliev shouted.

"Ok, ok. Listen, a long time ago there was a garden in the middle of this planet. And then after the first of your kind was born and walked into this world, they vanished from the garden. because they didn't follow the creator's wish. So after a thousand years, this human created his own kingdom. But one day these filthy humans raged war against one another and almost ended this world, so one day one of the creators creations descending to this realm and helping the humans and this creation you guys called an angel. Impregnate a human. That result of him being vanished from the heaven. His wings were taken from him and turn into a Demon. And his wife gave birth to a four-childen. And this four child is the catalyst of the distraction of said kingdom. And one of them become so strong even three of the brothers combined effort won't matter to him. And this chil were gonna call him siege. As they grow up people of the kingdom notice a huge difference of them from a normal human. They were physically stronger than a normal human. And one day other kingdom attack and almost destrom their kingdom. But the four children depend their kingdom. But by doing that they active their powers . And they all became a monster. One of them is a vampire, the eldest. "WTF, you guys are from an angel. I don't see similarities. Denver chime in.

"Shut up, human.Apollo sneered.

Werewolf, second born

Devilkin, third born

And lastly, the one creation that makes everything worse. "What worse than you guys?" Yumi chime in.

"Ow, darling, you don't know? Blame your idiotic ancestors. Anyways, the one worse than us is... A DRAGON RACE.

All of their eyes widen because of the revelation. But Ethan laughed and said.

"You expect me to believe you in that, "Ethan sneered.

Apollo's laughter echoed again, a chilling sound that reverberated through the battlefield. "Oh, how naive you are, Ethan. You think your skepticism can shield you from the truth? The history of your kind is drenched in blood and betrayal, and yet you cling to your ignorance like a child to a blanket. You want to hear the whole story or not?

"Then where are they now? Ethan asks.

Deyviel's heart raced as he processed Apollo's words, the weight of the revelation settling heavily on his shoulders. The history of their conflict, the bloodshed, the twisted lineage of monsters and humans—it was all more complex than he had ever imagined.

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"So, you’re saying that all of this—the wars, the hatred, the endless cycle of violence—is rooted in a betrayal that goes back generations?" Deyviel asked, his voice steady despite the turmoil within him.

Apollo's smirk widened, a glint of satisfaction in his eyes. "Exactly. You humans are so quick to forget your past, to vilify us without understanding the truth. You think we’re the monsters, but you’ve been playing your part in this tragic tale all along."

Ethan stepped forward, his expression a mix of anger and disbelief. "So what? You expect us to feel sorry for you? You’ve killed countless innocents, destroyed lives, and now you want to paint yourselves as the victims?"

"Heh, we're just part of the same coin, humans," Apollo smirked.

"Are you guys just going to believe him?" Alicia chime in, but Deyviel is struck by a realization.

"I believe him, because when I was down there, I discovered a shrine or temple that has a floating skull in it. And give me this power, he said, calling him the immortal Demon Dragon".

"So you got chosen by him. Tsk that filthy dragon is still here all this time?" Apollo asks.

Deyviel's heart raced as he recalled the visions that had flooded his mind during that fateful encounter in the shrine. The whispers of the immortal Demon Dragon had promised power, but at what cost? He could feel the weight of that choice pressing down on him, intertwining with the dark energy that surged within him now.

"Chosen?" Ethan echoed, his voice laced with skepticism. "What does that even mean? You think you’re some kind of hero now because you’ve got a dragon’s power? You’re just playing into their hands, Deyviel."

Deyviel shook his head, frustration bubbling to the surface. "No, Ethan. This is different. I can feel it. The power I wield isn’t just for destruction; it’s a chance to break this cycle. To change the narrative."

Apollo's laughter cut through the tension like a knife. "Change the narrative? How quaint. You think you can rewrite history with your little power-up? You’re just another pawn in a game that’s been played for eons. The Immortal Demon Dragon? He’s just another player, and you’re too blind to see it."

Mizuno stepped forward, her voice steady. "Then what do you propose, Apollo? If we’re all just pawns, what’s your master's endgame? What do you gain from this endless cycle of violence?"

Apollo’s smirk faded, replaced by a cold, calculating gaze. "Control, my dear child. Control over the chaos. You see, the world is a stage, and I intend to be the one pulling the strings. The vampire king may be the mastermind. But there's a bigger being at play.

And that's the vampire king's true real goal.

Deyviel felt a chill run down his spine at Apollo's words. The implications of a greater force manipulating the strings of their conflict sent a wave of unease through him. "What do you mean? Who is this being?" he demanded, his voice rising above the chaos of the battlefield.

Apollo's eyes glinted with a mix of amusement and malice. "Ah, now we’re getting somewhere. You see, the vampire king is merely a puppet, a figurehead in a much larger game. There are ancient entities that thrive on the chaos of this world, feeding off the despair and suffering of both humans and monsters alike. They are the true architects of this endless cycle."

Ethan clenched his fists, his anger boiling over. "So you’re saying that all of this—the wars, the bloodshed, the hatred—it's all part of some grand design? And you expect us to just accept that?"

"Acceptance is irrelevant," Apollo replied, his tone dripping with disdain. "What matters is power. Those who possess it dictate the terms of existence. You humans have always been so quick to turn on each other, to fight for scraps while the true players watch from the shadows."

Mizuno stepped forward, her expression fierce. "And what do you gain from this? You’re just a pawn yourself, aren’t you? What’s your endgame, Apollo?"

"Well, I'm just like you. A pawn. If you really want to stop this endless war, try to stop the vampire king to find the key and open the hell gate. And all of a sudden something flashes, and Apollo's head is rolling to the ground and begin to disappear. And a mysterious man walks in and speaks.

"Long time, so see Ethan. As the stranger spoke, Ethan's eyes began to be filled with rage.

"You son of a bitch! BALTHAZAR!!!!" HE shouted and attacked him with his ki-coated spear.

Balthazar barely had time to react as Ethan lunged at him, the spear crackling with energy. With a swift motion, he sidestepped the attack, a smirk playing on his lips. "Ah, the fiery spirit of youth. How delightful," he taunted, his voice smooth and mocking.

Deyviel, still reeling from the revelation of the vampire King's true nature, felt a surge of urgency. "Ethan, wait!" he shouted, but it was too late. The clash of their powers echoed through the battlefield as Ethan's spear met Balthazar's defenses, sending shockwaves ripping through the air.

Mizuno and Denver exchanged worried glances, unsure of how to intervene. "We need to focus on the bigger picture," Mizuno urged, his voice steady despite the chaos. "If Balthazar is here, it means the vampire king is making his move."

Balthazar laughed, a low, sinister sound that sent chills down their spines. "Oh, how astute of you, lad. But you see, I’m not here to play games. I’m here to collect what’s mine." His gaze flicked to Deyviel, a glimmer of interest sparking in his eyes. "And that includes you, Deyviel. The power you wield is far too tempting to ignore."

Balthazar's smirk widened, revealing a hint of predatory delight. "Oh, I know much more than just your name, Deyviel. I know the whispers of the immortal Demon Dragon that have chosen you. I know the darkness that courses through your veins, and I know the potential you possess to tip the scales in this endless war."

"So I'll give you two choices: one, you come and join us. Or... I'll forcefully take that power from you," he declares.

Deyviel's heart raced as Balthazar's words hung in the air, heavy with the weight of a dire ultimatum. The tension crackled around them, a palpable energy that mirrored the chaos of the battlefield. He could feel the dark power within him thrumming in response to Balthazar's presence—a siren call that both terrified and exhilarated him.

"You think I would ever join you?" Deyviel spat, his voice steady despite the turmoil within. "You’re just another monster, another puppet in this twisted game. I won’t be a pawn for anyone, least of all you."

Balthazar chuckled, a low, sinister sound that sent shivers down Deyviel's spine. "Ah, but you misunderstand, my dear Deyviel. This isn’t about servitude; it’s about power. The kind of power that can reshape the world. You have the potential to be so much more than you are. Why waste it fighting against the inevitable?"

Ethan, still seething with rage, stepped forward, his ki-coated spear crackling with energy. "You think you can just waltz in here and make demands? We won’t let you take Deyviel or anyone else. We’ll fight you to the last breath."

"Here's the deal. If you accept my offer, I won't kill or harm anybody here. Sounds fair, right? He offers with a sly grin, his eyes glinting with malice. "But if you refuse, well... Let's just say I have no qualms about making an example out of your friends."

Deyviel's heart raced as he weighed the implications of Balthazar's words. The stakes had never been higher, and the pressure of the moment bore down on him like a heavy shroud. He could feel the dark energy within him pulsing, urging him to embrace the power that Balthazar promised. But at what cost?

"You think you can intimidate us with your threats?" Mizuno interjected, her voice steady despite the fear that flickered in her eyes. "We’ve faced worse than you, and we won’t back down now."

Balthazar's laughter echoed through the battlefield, a chilling sound that sent shivers down their spines. "Oh, I do admire your spirit, but spirit alone won’t save you. You’re all just pawns in a game far beyond your comprehension. The vampire king is merely the beginning. You have no idea what’s truly at stake here."

"Ok, I just warned you, boy," he says as he speedsblitzes them and appears in front of Christine and pierces her chest.

The battlefield fell silent for a heartbeat, the air thick with tension as Christine's eyes widened in shock. Deyviel's heart dropped as he watched Balthazar's hand emerge from her chest, blood pooling around his fingers like a dark flower blooming in the chaos.

"No!" Deyviel shouted, his voice raw with anguish. The dark energy within him surged, a tempest of rage and despair threatening to consume him. He could feel the power of the immortal Demon Dragon awakening, responding to his emotional turmoil, but he struggled to harness it.

Balthazar's smirk widened, a cruel satisfaction dancing in his eyes. "You see, Deyviel? This is the cost of defiance. You could have joined me, and I would have spared your friends. But now?" He twisted his hand, eliciting a choked gasp from Christine as she crumpled to the ground, her life force flickering like a dying flame.

Ethan's face contorted with fury, his ki-coated spear crackling with energy as he lunged at Balthazar. "You monster!" he roared, but Balthazar merely sidestepped the attack, his movements fluid and effortless.

Such passion," Balthazar taunted, his voice dripping with mockery. "But it won’t save you. None of you understand the game we’re playing. You’re all just pieces on a board, and I’m the one who decides who lives and who dies."

Mizuno rushed to Christine's side, her hands trembling as she tried to assess the damage. "Stay with me, Christine! Please!" she cried, desperation lacing her voice. But Christine's eyes were already glazing over, the light within them dimming.

Deyviel felt a surge of power rising within him, the darkness coiling around his heart like a serpent. "You’ll pay for this, Balthazar," he growled, his voice low and dangerous. "I won’t let you take anyone else," he angrily says, but before he can move, Balthazar appears beside him and pins him down. and say.

"Fine, then. I'll just take this instead of you," he whispered, piercing Deyviel's back and pulling something glowing with blue flame. It's far more dangerous if you have it. If you change your mind, come and find me, Brat, and I know you will someday. For now I'll let you guys live; see yeah," as he said that he vanished into the thin air.

The battlefield was left in a stunned silence, the echoes of Balthazar's taunts lingering in the air like a bitter aftertaste. Deyviel lay on the ground, the weight of his defeat pressing down on him, blood purring out to his back, mingling with the anguish of Christine's fate. The dark energy that had surged within him now felt like a heavy chain, binding him to the ground as despair washed over him.

"Damn it, Balthazar, I promise to God I will kill you next time I see you." As he said that, he collapsed.

Ethan knelt beside Christine, his hands trembling as he cradled her head in his lap. "Stay with me, Christine. Please don’t go," he pleaded, his voice breaking. The vibrant spark that had always shone in her eyes was fading, as was the sight that twisted something deep within him.

"Yumi, Alicia, call all the generals. Hurry! They needed help. As Cooper and Elric even injured Stan, fight the remaining wendigos.

Yumi and Alicia exchanged frantic glances, the gravity of the situation sinking in. They nodded and rushed to gather the remaining forces, their hearts pounding with fear and determination.

Mizuno, still kneeling beside Christine, pressed his hands against the wound, trying to stem the flow of blood. "Stay with me, Christine! Please!" He cried, his voice trembling. "You can’t leave us! Not like this! Man, I'm going to introduce you to my cause, so don't die. Damn it, you said you want to have a family."

Christine's eyes fluttered, a faint flicker of awareness still present. "Ethan... Mizuno..." she whispered, her voice barely audible. "I... I’m... sorry..."

Tears streamed down Mizuno's face as he held Christine's hand tightly, his heart aching with the weight of her words. "No, don’t apologize! You have nothing to be sorry for! Just hold on, please!" he begged, desperation lacing his voice.

Ethan's grip on Christine's head tightened, his own emotions threatening to spill over. "You’re going to be okay, Christine. You have to be! We need you!" he shouted, his voice cracking under the strain. The battlefield around them felt like a distant echo, the chaos of the fight fading into the background as they focused on their friend.

Christine's breath came in shallow gasps, her eyes fluttering as she fought to stay conscious. "Ethan... Mizuno... I... I can’t... hold on much longer..." she whispered, her voice barely above a breath.

"No! You can’t leave us! Not now!" Ethan cried, his heart racing as he felt the life slipping from her. "We’ll find a way to save you! Just stay with us!"

Mizuno's hands trembled as he pressed harder against the wound, trying to will his energy into her. "Please, Christine! You’re stronger than this! Fight! You can’t give up!" he urged, his voice breaking with emotion.

Christine's eyes met Mizuno's, a flicker of warmth and gratitude shining through the pain. "I... I love you both," she managed to say, her voice barely a whisper.

Ethan's heart shattered at her words, the weight of their friendship and the impending loss crashing down on him. "We love you too, Christine! You can’t leave us! We’ll make it through this together!" he shouted, desperation fueling his words.

But Christine's breath was growing fainter, her body growing colder. "Ethan... Mizuno... promise me... you’ll keep fighting... for everyone..." she gasped, her voice trembling.

Mizuno felt tears streaming down his face as he nodded fervently. "I promise! We’ll fight for you! We’ll make sure your sacrifice means something!"

With a final, shuddering breath, Christine's eyes fluttered closed, her body going limp in Ethan's arms. The world around them seemed to freeze, the chaos of battle fading into a haunting silence as the reality of her loss settled in.

Ethan's heart felt like it had been ripped from his chest, a raw, aching void where hope once resided. "No... no... Christine! Please!" he cried, shaking her gently, but there was no response.

Mizuno collapsed beside them, his hands trembling as he cradled Christine's lifeless form. "We... we should have done something... we should have saved her..." he whispered, his voice choked with grief.

Ethan's fists clenched in rage, the pain of loss igniting a fire within him. "Balthazar will pay for this! I swear it! We’ll make him pay!" he vowed, his voice filled with a fierce determination.

Mizuno nodded, wiping his tears away as he stood up, his resolve hardening. "For Christine. We’ll fight for her memory. We won’t let her death be in vain."

As they prepared to face the remaining threats, the weight of their loss hung heavy in the air, but it also fueled their determination. They would honor Christine's memory by fighting with everything they had, refusing to let her sacrifice be forgotten.

To be continued…..