Kiss of the vampire

"The Girl with the Sharp sword"

The tension in the air was palpable as Maya and Denver stood their ground, ready to face the looming threat of Lancer and Catherine. The battlefield, once filled with the sounds of clashing steel and the cries of combatants, now felt like a still, charged moment before a storm.

"You think you can intimidate us with your empty threats?" Maya shot back, her katana gleaming in the dim light. "We’ve fought too hard and lost too much to back down now!"

Lancer's eyes narrowed, his fangs bared in a predatory grin. "You are brave; I’ll give you that. But bravery alone will not save you from the darkness that I wield." He raised his hand, dark energy swirling around him like a tempest, ready to unleash his wrath.

Catherine stepped forward, her icy aura radiating a chilling energy that seemed to freeze the very air around them. "You think you can stand against us? You are nothing but children playing at war. We have centuries of power and experience on our side," she hissed, her voice dripping with disdain.

Denver, feeling the surge of energy from his soul weapons, grinned defiantly. "Experience? You mean the experience of losing to a bunch of kids? We’ve got heart, and that’s something you’ll never understand!" He twirled his swords, the chains connecting them creating a mesmerizing dance of blue flames.

The werewolves, led by EreBus, began to regroup around Maya and Denver, their eyes glowing with determination. The tide of battle was shifting, and the presence of their allies bolstered their spirits. "We fight together!" EreBus growled, his massive form towering over the others, ready to charge into battle.

Lancer and Catherine exchanged glances, their expressions a mix of anger and amusement. "You think your little pack can save you?" Lancer sneered, his voice echoing with contempt. "You are all nothing but pawns in this game, and I will enjoy watching you fall."

Maya stepped forward, her resolve unwavering. "We’re not pawns; we’re the ones who will end your reign of terror!" she shouted, her voice ringing with defiance. "You’ve hurt too many people, and we won’t let you continue your twisted schemes!"

With a fierce roar, Lancer lunged forward, dark energy crackling around him as he aimed to strike down Maya. But Denver was quicker, dashing in front of her and swinging his swords in a wide arc, the chains connecting them creating a barrier of blue flames that intercepted Lancer’s attack.

The impact sent shockwaves through the air, and the battlefield erupted into chaos once more. Maya seized the moment, charging at Catherine with her katana raised high. "This ends now!" she shouted, her voice filled with determination.

Catherine raised her hands, summoning a wall of ice to shield herself, but Maya was relentless. She slashed through the ice barrier, the katana slicing through it like butter, and continued her assault, aiming for Catherine’s heart.

Meanwhile, Lancer and Denver were locked in a fierce struggle, the vampire king’s dark magic clashing against Denver’s fiery energy. "You think you can defeat me with flames?" Lancer growled, his eyes blazing with fury. "I will consume you!" As he said that, a glowing orb appears at the center of the altar and flies towards Deyviel's unconscious body, and the lancers' eyes narrow as he ignores Denver and goes after the ball of light. And EreBus noticed it and shouted to Denver.

"Fuck. Child, don't let Lancer grab that ball of light; if he gets his hands on that, we're all screwed! Denver's heart raced as he processed EreBus's warning. The glowing orb, pulsating with a radiant energy, was a beacon of hope amidst the chaos, and Lancer's intent to seize it sent a chill down his spine. As Lancer was ahead of him, nearly touching the orb, Denver used his leg pull strength and kicked the ground to propel his body towards Lancer as he caught Lancer and sprawled around as they punched each other for the ball. As Denver punched Lancer's face to the ground, he shouted, "Captain Ben, the orb!! "And Ben turned and dashed towards the ball, ignoring all of the vampire knights he was facing as he flicked one with the hilt of his sword.

The battlefield was a whirlwind of chaos, the air thick with the scent of sweat and blood as allies and enemies clashed in a desperate struggle for survival. Denver and Lancer grappled fiercely, their bodies entwined in a brutal dance of strength and fury. Each punch thrown was a testament to their resolve, the stakes higher than ever as the glowing orb pulsed ominously, drawing them both closer to its radiant power.

"Get it, Ben!" Denver shouted, his voice strained as he wrestled with Lancer, trying to keep the vampire king from reaching the orb. Lancer snarled, his fangs bared, and with a sudden surge of strength, he threw Denver off, sending him crashing into the ground. But Denver quickly rolled to his feet, determination etched on his face. Summoning his soul weapons, he threw them towards Lancer, but Lancer was quick to dodge, but then Denver smirked, "Got you, bitch," he said as he pulled the chains of his dual short swords and snapped back to Lancer, stabbing him into the ground and pinning him in the process.

Lancer let out a furious roar as the chains wrapped around him, the blue flames igniting with a fierce intensity. He struggled against the binding, but Denver had him pinned, the weight of his resolve pressing down like a mountain. "You think this will hold me?" Lancer spat, his eyes blazing with rage. "I am the darkness incarnate!"

"Maybe," Denver replied, gritting his teeth as he tightened the chains. "But right now, you’re just a big bad wolf who’s about to get taken down a notch." He glanced over at Ben, who was sprinting toward the orb, dodging vampire knights with agility and precision. "Ben, hurry!"

Maya, still locked in combat with Catherine, could feel the tide of the battle shifting. She had managed to break through Catherine's ice defenses, but the sorceress was relentless, conjuring shards of ice that flew at her like deadly projectiles. Maya ducked and rolled, narrowly avoiding a lethal strike, and then countered with a swift slash of her katana, sending shards flying in all directions.

"Is that all you’ve got?" Maya taunted, her spirit unyielding. "You’re just a relic of the past, Catherine! Your time is over!"

Catherine's eyes narrowed, and she unleashed a wave of icy energy that swept across the battlefield, freezing everything in its path. Maya felt the chill seep into her bones, but she pushed through, her heart pounding with determination. "I won’t let you win!" she shouted, charging forward once more.

Meanwhile, Ben was almost at the orb, his heart racing as he dodged the last of the vampire knights. He could feel the energy radiating from the orb, a warmth that contrasted sharply with the cold darkness surrounding them. Just as he reached out to grasp it, a knight lunged at him, sword raised high.

With a swift motion, Ben deflected the attack with the hilt of his sword, and then when he was about to grab the orb, Lancer appeared behind him, stabbing him with his blood reaper at his back. The blade pierced through Ben's front eyes, widening in shock. "The hell?!" He murmured as Lancer finally grabbed the orb, and as Lancer threw his blood weapon, the orb of light engulfed him, and the power within the orb began to manifest as the light faded. We can all see Lancer holding a new weapon, a black and violet scythe, violet electricity flowing through it like it was alive. "Hahahaha, just like what I expected. Behold the power of the Primordial Vampire! The Laxus Nevan! His own primordial weapon!

Mission thirty one : Losing hope!

The battlefield trembled as Lancer brandished the Laxus Nevan, the scythe crackling with dark energy. The air thickened with an ominous presence, and the once vibrant colors of the fight dulled under the weight of his newfound power. Maya and Denver exchanged worried glances, their hearts sinking at the sight of the weapon that could tip the scales in Lancer's favor.

"You think you can challenge me now?" Lancer taunted, his voice echoing with a sinister confidence. "With this scythe, I am invincible! Your little rebellion ends here!"

Maya clenched her fists around her katana, her resolve hardening. "We won’t let you win, Lancer! We’ve come too far to back down now!" She charged forward, her spirit ignited by the determination of her allies.

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Denver, still grappling with the remnants of his earlier struggle, pushed himself to his feet. "Maya, wait! We need to regroup!" But it was too late; Maya was already in motion, her katana slicing through the air with deadly precision.

"Try to wake your friend up." I'll buy you some time! "Maya shouted to Denver, but he hesitantly stopped, but EreBus reassured him, "Go now, lad. I'll keep Lancer's attention, but I won't last long because the primordial weapon is infused with the soul of its user with its owner's power and life energy, so that means it can kill me if I don't play my cards safe. Go now; our only hope of defeating him now is your friend, so go now. While I still can provide help." As EreBus said that, Denver nodded, and he rushed back to Deyviel's.

Catherine, momentarily forgotten in the chaos, seized the opportunity. "Foolish girl!" she hissed, summoning a barrage of ice shards that shot toward Maya like arrows. But just as the shards were about to pierce her, Ben Rayleigh leaped into action, his bloodied chest evident of his deep wounds, but he ignored that as he intercepted the attack. The shards shattered against his powerful frame, and he growled defiantly at Catherine. "Mind if I join in?" he said while pouring ki to his chest to stop the bleeding.

Maya's heart swelled with gratitude as she saw Ben step in front of her, his determination shining through despite his injuries. "Ben! You shouldn't—" she started, but he cut her off with a fierce glare.

"I’m not letting you face this alone," he said, his voice steady despite the pain. "We fight together, remember?"

Catherine's eyes narrowed, her icy demeanor faltering for just a moment. "You think you can protect her? You’re just a wounded animal, desperate to save your pack. It won’t be enough!" She raised her hands again, summoning more ice, but Ben was already moving.

"Heh, shut it, Elsa (from the Frozen movie). It's better to be an animal than a blood-sucking bastard like you guys. "With a fierce battle cry, Ben charged at Catherine, his sword raised high. The air crackled with tension as he closed the distance, his resolve unwavering despite the pain coursing through his body. Maya watched, her heart racing, as Ben engaged the sorceress, their clash echoing across the battlefield.

Catherine retaliated with a wave of icy energy, but Ben was quick on his feet, dodging and weaving through the shards of ice that threatened to pierce him. He swung his sword with precision, aiming for Catherine’s heart, but she was a master of her craft, conjuring barriers of ice to deflect his blows.

"You think you can defeat me with mere brute force?" Catherine sneered, her voice laced with contempt. "I am the embodiment of winter! You are nothing but a fleeting moment in time!"

Ben gritted his teeth, pushing through the pain. "Maybe, but even winter has to give way to spring!" He lunged forward again, this time using his ki to enhance his speed, catching Catherine off guard. His sword connected with her ice barrier, shattering it and sending shards flying in all directions.

Maya felt a surge of hope as she saw Ben gaining the upper hand. "That’s it, Ben! Keep pushing!" she shouted, her voice filled with encouragement.

Meanwhile, Denver raced back to Deyviel, his heart pounding in his chest. The sight of his unconscious friend fueled his determination. "Deyviel, come on! We need you!" he urged, kneeling beside him. He placed a hand on Deyviel’s shoulder, feeling the warmth of his life force flickering like a candle in the wind.

"Fuck, what the hell happened? A few minutes had passed, so I know you should be up by...As he said that, his eyes widened as he noticed a pool of blood under Deyviels's body. Fuck, fuck, fuck, please don't do this, brother. Don't leave us like this, damn. "As he put his head on Deyviel's chest, he breathed a sigh of relief as he heard Deyviel breathing but faintly. As Denver concentrated, he could feel the energy of the battlefield swirling around him, a chaotic mix of hope and despair. He closed his eyes, channeling his own energy into Deyviel, trying to heal him. "You can’t give up now, not when we need you the most! "He whispered, pouring every ounce of his strength into his friend. Back then, when he hit Laxus, Laxus's eyes shot a red beam. They hit Deyviel near his heart, but no one noticed it until now.

As Denver focused, he felt the warmth of his own energy intertwining with Deyviel's flickering life force. He could sense the darkness that had seeped into his friend, a malevolent force that threatened to snuff out the light within him. "Come on, Deyviel," he urged, his voice a desperate whisper. "Fight back! We need you!"

The battlefield around them raged on, the sounds of clashing steel and the cries of combatants fading into a distant hum as Denver poured his heart and soul into Deyviel. He could feel the weight of the world pressing down on him, the stakes higher than ever. Lancer's laughter echoed in the distance, a chilling reminder of the power he now wielded.

One woman rushes beside Denver and Deyviel. "I...I think I can heal him," Ghelle said to Denver.

Denver looked up, his eyes filled with a mix of hope and desperation. "Ghelle, please! He needs all the help he can get. I can feel the darkness inside him; it’s like a poison. We have to act fast!"

Ghelle knelt beside Deyviel, her hands trembling slightly as she focused on the unconscious figure. "I can channel my energy to cleanse the darkness, but I’ll need your help to stabilize him," she said, her voice steady despite the chaos surrounding them. "We have to work together."

Denver nodded, determination flooding through him. "Okay, let’s do this. On three, we channel our energy into him. One… two… three!"

As they both placed their hands on Deyviel’s chest, a surge of energy flowed between them. Denver felt Ghelle’s warmth mingling with his own, creating a powerful current that enveloped Deyviel. The darkness within him writhed and twisted, resisting their efforts, but they pressed on, pouring their will into the healing light.

"Come on, Deyviel! Fight it!" Denver shouted, his voice breaking with emotion. "We need you back! You’re stronger than this!"

Ghelle closed her eyes, focusing on the light within her. "I can feel it," she murmured, her brow furrowing in concentration. "It’s fighting us, but we can push it out. Just a little more!"

As they concentrated, the battlefield around them continued to rage. Lancer’s laughter echoed ominously, and the clash of steel rang in their ears. But in that moment, all that mattered was Deyviel. Denver could feel the flicker of life within his friend, a small flame struggling against the encroaching darkness.

Suddenly, a surge of energy erupted from Deyviel’s body, a blinding light that pushed back the shadows. Denver and Ghelle gasped as they felt the darkness begin to recede, the malevolent force that had threatened to consume Deyviel weakening under their combined strength.

The light enveloped Deyviel, illuminating the area around them and casting away the shadows that had threatened to engulf him. Denver and Ghelle exchanged glances, their hearts racing as they felt the power of their combined efforts pushing back against the darkness.

"Keep going!" Denver urged, his voice filled with urgency. "We’re almost there we need to repelle the curse Laxus gave him before we can heal him push Ghelle!"

Ghelle nodded, her focus unwavering. "I can feel it too! Just a little more!"

As they poured their energy into Deyviel, the darkness writhed violently, as if sensing its impending defeat. It lashed out, trying to cling to its host, but the light was relentless. Deyviel’s body began to tremble, and for a moment, Denver feared they were losing him.

But then, with a final surge of energy, Deyviel's eyes shot open, glowing with a fierce light that pierced through the darkness. The malevolent force recoiled, shrieking in agony as it was expelled from his body. The light enveloped him completely, and for a moment, it felt as if time itself had stopped.

"Deyviel!" Denver shouted, his heart racing as he watched his friend awaken. The warmth of life surged back into Deyviel, and he gasped, drawing in a deep breath as if emerging from the depths of a dark abyss.

"Hey, bruh, wha…what happened?" Deyviel asks as he hears a loud crashing as he turns to Ghelle, still unable to pull himself up.

"Hey, you ok?" Ghelle asks with tears on the brink of falling, but Deyviel musters his strength and wipes her tears. And say, "Of course, just by seeing you that more than en— as all of a sudden Ghelle vanished from his sight as he blinked, and Ghelle's eyes widened as a large blade pierced through her body, and Denver was too slow to react, and he got slashed and got sent flying to the castle walls. As Deyviel is struggling to keep his head up. Because of all of the blood he lost and the recoil of the Dragon punch. As he searched for Ghelle, as he turn his head he saw Ghelle's lifeless body as his eyes grow wide.

"Well, still alive, huh?" Lancer said as the body of EreBus fell into the ground, defeated.

The battlefield was a cacophony of chaos, but in that moment, all Deyviel could hear was the pounding of his own heart, a frantic drum echoing in his ears. The sight of Ghelle’s lifeless body sent a shockwave of despair through him, a cold grip tightening around his chest. "No… Ghelle!" he gasped, his voice barely a whisper as he struggled to rise.

Lancer stood over them, the dark scythe Laxus Nevan crackling with energy in his hand, a sinister smile playing on his lips. "You see, this is the price of defiance," he taunted, his voice dripping with malice. "You thought you could save him, but all you’ve done is prolong the inevitable." Lancer taunt as Deyviel hugged Ghelle lifeless body tears slowly falling into his eyes while murmuring because of the shock." No,no,no,no, it can't be right it can't be right. "

The world around Deyviel blurred as he cradled Ghelle's lifeless body in his arms, the weight of his grief pressing down on him like a suffocating shroud. Her warmth was gone, replaced by the coldness of death, and the reality of the moment crashed over him like a tidal wave. "Ghelle, please… wake up," he pleaded, his voice trembling as he shook her gently, desperate for a response that would never come.

Lancer's laughter echoed in the distance, a cruel reminder of the darkness that surrounded them. "You see how fragile hope is? You thought you could change the tide, but all you’ve done is feed the darkness," he sneered, his scythe glinting ominously in the dim light. "Your little rebellion is nothing but a flicker in the vastness of night." As Lancer says all his villainous lines. Something is happening inside Deyviel's head.

Meanwhile, as Lancer leaned in to Deyviel and looked at his face, Deyviel's face went blank. Because of the shock.

"Tsk. Such a pity. All that power, and then you lose all reason to live because of that one bitch, heh. Human as always. Now I lose my interest to kill you. Tsk. Catherine, let's go now and leave them. Don't waste your time on them. But a large eruption of dark energy explodes in the direction of Deyviel. Lancer's eyes widen as he is flung by the sheer force of the explosion of the energy from Deyviel."Now what?"

As the light of Deyviel's victory began to fade, a strange and unsettling transformation took hold of him. The energy that had surged through him, once a beacon of hope, began to twist and warp, merging with the remnants of Laxuz's dark curse that still lingered within him.

Deyviel's body trembled as he

felt the change coursing through him, a powerful force that was both exhilarating and terrifying. His skin began to darken, shifting from its warm hue to a deep, obsidian black, glistening like polished stone under the fading light. Veins of crimson energy pulsed beneath the surface, glowing ominously as they spread across his arms and chest.

His bones cracked and shifted, elongating and reshaping as he felt a primal instinct awaken within him. Wings, vast and leathery, erupted from his back, unfurling with a sound like thunder. They were not the elegant wings of a dragon but rather a grotesque amalgamation of sinew and scale, jagged and menacing, casting a shadow over the battlefield.

Deyviel's face contorted, his jaw elongating into a fearsome maw filled with razor-sharp teeth. His eyes glowed with an otherworldly light, a mix of fierce determination and a haunting darkness that threatened to consume him. Horns, twisted and gnarled, sprouted from his forehead, curling back like the branches of a cursed tree, giving him an imposing and terrifying visage.

The air around him crackled with energy, a chaotic blend of light and dark that swirled like a tempest. The transformation was not just physical; it was a merging of his essence with the very darkness he had fought against. He could feel the power surging within him, a raw and untamed force that threatened to overwhelm his senses. As Deyviel screamed a blood-gurgling roar

that instantly took the life of all the weaker vampires. As Deyviel's demonic form readied itself to attack everyone, eyes glowing bright red. Because Deyviel is no more…

To be continued...