Kiss of the vampire

"The Girl with the Sharp sword"

Mission thirty three: meeting and aftermath

After Denver, Deyviel and the others defeat Lancer and his army. While our MCS are recovering, other hunters that are not heavily wounded are back at Lancer's castle to assess the situation. There are remaining vampires left there and they don't want to fight, so the hunters post guards on them so none of them would go around attacking human cities.

Meanwhile, the battle they fought didn't go unnoticed to the public because right after our heroes stopped the vampirerasation, the media went into a frenzy and searched for clues to what was happening and the stubble of a massive explosion created from the ongoing fights. So they send a helicopter in that area where the final battle is taking place, which they'll shock. Because they saw two massive beasts fighting (Laxus-primordial vampire vs. Erebus-primordial werewolf) and a horde of vampires, wendigos, and ghouls vs. humans (hunters) and werewolves. And they finally saw the two media sensation Deyviel and Denver fighting the king and queen of the vampires. As they cheer the two at the very last moment of the fight, they also mourn Ghelle's death in front of Deyviel (now people called him the Hero of Light).

One of them commented, Poor thing, losing the very person you want to save in your very eyes. Hold my dear. Don't lose hope!"

And they'll be shocked when suddenly Deyviel transforms into a demonic, grotesque humanoid dragon-looking being because of his anger over Ghelle's death. As he attacks Lancer.

"Can humans really do that? one of the viewers commented.

"No, of course, he isn't a human; it's obvious he's a monster!"

"Well, I don't care, just as long as he beat the shit out of that vampire king or whatever he called himself."

"Man, who are we going to trust? Our savior is also a monster."

"Shut up! You bitch, it's not helping! The dude is doing his best to save us, and then you judge him because he can transform into a monster. If you ask me, you're the one who is not trustworthy because of your heavy makeup, you shapeshifting bitch!"

The argument escalated, mirroring the chaos below. As Deyviel's monstrous form clashed with Lancer, the stakes grew higher. The hunters on the ground, still recovering from their own injuries, watched in awe and fear. They had seen Deyviel as a beacon of hope, but now, with his transformation, they were left questioning everything they thought they knew.

Meanwhile, the remaining vampires, under guard, exchanged nervous glances. They had witnessed the power of Deyviel's wrath and knew that their fate hung in the balance. Would the hunters see them as allies or enemies in this new world where their savior had become a monster?

As the battle raged on, the media frenzy continued, capturing every moment of the fight. The world was watching, and opinions were divided. Some saw Deyviel as a hero, a tragic figure driven to madness by loss, while others viewed him as a threat, a monster that could turn on humanity at any moment.

In the midst of the chaos, Deyviel's roar echoed through the air, a sound filled with pain and determination. He was fighting not just for revenge but for the memory of Ghelle, the one he had lost. The world may have been divided, but in that moment, he was resolute. He would not let her death be in vain.

And all of them cheered and celebrated as Deyviel broke through his transformation and came back to his senses and became human again. And continue to fight, Lancer.

"Yeah, that's my guy! I know you're on our side; beat him!"

"Shut up, you two-faced bitch! If I were recalled, you'd be doubting him moments before."

"Shut up, you nerd. Who are you anyway? Why are you depending on him anyways?"

"Heh, glad you ask. We are his fun club! We are the hero of light fun club! We have our full trust in him."

"Shut up, you two."

As the battle raged on, the air crackled with tension, both on the ground and in the skies above. Deyviel, now back in his human form, stood resolute against Lancer, the vampire king. The cheers from the crowd echoed in his ears, a reminder of the hope he had ignited in the hearts of those watching. But beneath that hope lay a tumultuous sea of doubt and fear, reflected in the arguments of the onlookers.

"Look at him! He’s fighting for us!" one voice shouted, cutting through the chaos. "He’s not a monster; he’s our hero!"

"Yeah, but what if he loses control again?" another retorted, glancing nervously at the swirling shadows of the battlefield. "What if he turns on us?"

The helicopter hovered above, capturing every moment, every clash of power. The camera zoomed in on Deyviel, his face a mask of determination, and Lancer, a sneer of arrogance plastered across his features. The world was watching, and the stakes had never been higher.

Meanwhile, the remaining vampires, still under guard, exchanged worried glances. They had seen the depths of Deyviel's rage and the power he wielded. Would the hunters see them as potential allies, or would they be viewed as the enemy in this new world where the lines between good and evil had blurred?

As Deyviel and Lancer clashed, the ground shook with the force of their blows. Deyviel's fists, fueled by grief and anger, struck with a ferocity that left the hunters in awe. They had witnessed his transformation into a grotesque dragon-like being, a manifestation of his pain, but now they saw the man they had come to trust fighting for their survival.

"Come on, Deyviel! You can do this!" shouted one of the hunters, his voice rising above the din. "Show that bloodsucker what you’re made of!"

The cheers from the crowd grew louder, a wave of support washing over Deyviel as he fought. He could feel their energy, their belief in him, and it fueled his resolve. He was not just fighting for revenge; he was fighting for the future of humanity, for Ghelle’s memory, and for the hope that still flickered in the hearts of those watching.

As the battle reached its climax, Deyviel found himself face to face with Lancer once more. The vampire king, now visibly shaken by Deyviel's relentless assault, snarled in frustration. "You think you can defeat me? You’re nothing but a pawn in this game!"

With a final surge of strength, Deyviel unleashed a powerful blow that sent Lancer staggering back. The crowd erupted in cheers, their faith in him renewed. But amidst the celebration, the arguments continued, a reflection of the uncertainty that lingered in the air.

"See? He’s got this!" one supporter exclaimed, pumping their fist in the air.

"Yeah, but what happens when he loses it again?" another countered, crossing their arms. "We can’t just ignore that he transformed into a monster."

"Enough!" shouted a third voice, cutting through the bickering. "We need to focus on what’s happening right now. Deyviel is fighting for us, and that’s what matters!"

As the battle reached its peak, Deyviel felt a surge of energy coursing through him. He remembered Ghelle’s smile, her laughter, and the promise he had made to protect those he loved. With that memory guiding him, he charged at Lancer once more, ready to end the threat once and for all.

In that moment, the world held its breath, watching as the Hero of Light faced the darkness head-on. The outcome was uncertain, but one thing was clear: Deyviel was not just fighting for himself; he was fighting for everyone who believed in him, and he would not let them down. As Deyviel dealt the final blow to Lancer, the whole world cheered as Lancer fell into the ground.

But they're all shivering in fear of what Lancer's last words were.

"Heh, well I guess I lost. Are you happy now hero. That you'd finally defeat the vampire king? Heh but even if you defeated me now, the weeds I nurture will keep growing until you remove it's roots.

You may cut me down today and stop all of my plans.

But the seeds of darkness I nurtured will sprout again. They will fester in the hearts of the weak. the desperate, the broken, as long as there was fear, as long as there was pain. The weeds will always return.

Do you think you can vanquish Evil by killing me?. Foolish, evil isn't a person, a being you can simply destroy. It's like an idea like us, a shadow cast by humanity's flaws.

It's the greed that lurks in the hearts of men. The hatred that festers in silence. The envy that poisons even those like you with the purest of souls.

Just like if you cut off the head of evil, another will rise in its place. More vicious, more cunning, more unstoppable.

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It is harder for a dragon to bend its neck. than for the world to bow before it.

I stood tall, unyielding while the world trembled at my feet. I did not bend; I did not break.

And yet here I sat at the brink of my death. Not because of your strength but because of my own hubris.

But tell me, Deyviel, what will you do if the world demands the same of you? When it asked you to bend to compromise your ideals. Will you stand as I did, or will you crumble under its expectations? You see, I've always known my end will always come; I've seen it in my dreams in every battle. "As Lancer's form disintegrated into ashes, the weight of his final words hung heavily in the air. The cheers of the crowd began to fade, replaced by a profound silence that enveloped the battlefield. Deyviel stood amidst the remnants of the fight, his heart pounding in his chest, the adrenaline of battle still coursing through his veins. But now, he felt a different kind of weight pressing down on him—one that came from the realization of the truth in Lancer's words.

The hunters, still recovering from the chaos, exchanged glances filled with uncertainty. They had witnessed the fall of the vampire king, but Lancer's ominous warning echoed in their minds. Could evil truly be vanquished? Was it as simple as defeating a single foe, or was it a deeper, more insidious force that lurked within the hearts of humanity?.

As the reporters flooded the area asking of what's next the hunters is back at hunting the remaining wendigos and ghouls that lancer raise. As EreBus and the other all four Generals of the hunters had a meeting about what's gonna happen to the werewolves.

"So you want to rule over the vampira that chose not to fight and stay in the castle?" General McDougal asks EreBus.

Erebus, the leader of the werewolves, nodded solemnly, his expression a mix of determination and concern. "Yes, General McDougal. The remaining vampires in Lancer's castle have surrendered. They pose no immediate threat, and I believe we can find a way to coexist. We need to show the world that not all vampires are our enemies."

General McDougal crossed his arms, skepticism etched on his face. "And what makes you think they won't turn on us the moment they see an opportunity? Lancer's reign was built on fear and manipulation. How can we trust that these vampires will not follow in his footsteps?"

Erebus leaned forward, his voice steady. "Because we have a chance to break the cycle. If we can establish a new order, one based on mutual respect rather than fear, we can prevent the rise of another tyrant like Lancer. We can show them that we are not their enemies but their allies against the true darkness that Lancer spoke of."

The other generals exchanged glances, weighing Erebus's words. General Hargrove, a grizzled veteran with a reputation for being hard-nosed, spoke up. "And what about the hunters? They’ve just fought tooth and nail against Lancer and his forces. Do you think they’ll accept this idea of coexistence? They’ve lost friends and family to these creatures."

As they are having a meeting, more people enter the meeting hall. And it was the Philippines president and its senator, and with them is the father of the girl that got sacrificed and killed in the battle, Ghelle. Senator Delion.

The atmosphere in the meeting hall shifted as the Philippines president and Senator Delion entered, their presence commanding immediate attention. The generals of the hunters, still grappling with the implications of Erebus's proposal, turned their focus to the newcomers, sensing the weight of their arrival.

Senator Delion, visibly shaken but resolute, stepped forward. "I understand the complexities of this situation," he began, his voice steady despite the turmoil in his heart. "My daughter, Ghelle, was taken from us in this conflict. Her sacrifice weighs heavily on my conscience, and I know it does on yours as well." He paused, glancing at Erebus, who met his gaze with a mixture of empathy and understanding.

"But I also recognize that the world is changing," Delion continued. "Lancer's reign of terror has ended, but the seeds of fear and hatred he planted still linger. If we are to move forward, we must find a way to heal, to unite against the true darkness that threatens us all."

General McDougal shifted uncomfortably, his skepticism still evident. "And you believe that allowing the remaining vampires to coexist with us is the answer? After everything we've fought against?"

The president interjected, his tone firm yet diplomatic. "We cannot afford to let vengeance dictate our actions. If we continue to see all vampires as enemies, we risk repeating the cycle of violence that Lancer perpetuated. We must be the ones to break that cycle."

Erebus nodded, encouraged by the support from the president and senator. "Exactly. We have a unique opportunity here. The remaining vampires are not Lancer's loyalists; they are survivors, just like us. If we can show them that we are willing to extend a hand, we may find allies in the fight against the true evils that Lancer spoke of."

Senator Delion stepped closer, his expression softening. "I lost my daughter, and I know the pain of loss all too well. But I also know that Ghelle would not want us to perpetuate hatred. She believed in the possibility of redemption, even for those who have strayed from the path."

The room fell silent as the weight of his words settled in. The generals exchanged glances, their expressions a mix of contemplation and uncertainty. General Arthur Hargrove finally spoke, his voice low but resolute. "If we are to consider this path, we must establish strict guidelines. We cannot allow ourselves to be blindsided again. Trust must be earned, not given freely."

Erebus agreed, his tone earnest. "I will ensure that the vampires who choose to coexist with us understand the gravity of their situation. They will be held accountable for their actions, and we will work together to protect our communities from any remnants of Lancer's influence."

The president nodded, his expression thoughtful. "Then let us draft a plan. We need to communicate this to the public, to show them that we are taking steps toward a new era of cooperation. It will not be easy, but it is necessary."

As the meeting progressed, the atmosphere shifted from one of skepticism to cautious optimism. The generals, still wary, began to see the potential in Erebus's vision of coexistence. The president's and Senator Delion's presence added a layer of legitimacy to the discussion, reminding everyone of the stakes involved.

General McDougal, still crossing his arms, finally spoke up. "If we are to move forward with this plan, we need to ensure that the hunters are on board. They’ve just witnessed the horrors of this war, and many have lost loved ones. We cannot expect them to accept vampires as allies overnight."

Erebus nodded, understanding the gravity of the situation. "I agree. We need to hold a summit, a gathering where hunters, werewolves, and the remaining vampires can come together. It will be a chance for dialogue, for healing, and for establishing trust."

Senator Delion interjected, "And we must also address the public's fears. The media frenzy surrounding Deyviel's transformation and the battle has left many feeling vulnerable. We need to communicate clearly that this is a new beginning, not a return to the old ways."

"So now that the vampire's case is settled, our next topic is you, Mr. EreBus, isn't it right?" President Rod asked. And EreBus just nodded and smiled.

"Oh, I forgot to tell you my true name. I'm so sorry, ladies and gentlemen. My full name is Orion Gray EreBus." And their eyes widen because his name pops up in their heads as they recall his name was in each and every mythical story passed down in history as he and other mythical beings fought and sealed away a universal threat (outer gods). Author's note: this story is a myth in a storybook. And the church stopped these kinds of books because the story has no basis…yet. Because the church believes in our one god, not in other gods that want to invade our world, and this being of this book is to stop them from entering our world. But some people had read this kind of book, like a wealthy one. Because it was banned from the public.)

The revelation of Erebus's true name sent a ripple of shock through the meeting hall. The generals exchanged incredulous glances, their skepticism momentarily overshadowed by the weight of history that hung in the air. The name Orion Gray EreBus was not just a title; it was a legacy, a symbol of ancient battles fought against cosmic horrors that threatened the very fabric of existence.

General McDougal was the first to break the silence, his voice tinged with disbelief. "You mean to tell us that you are the same Erebus from the legends? The one who fought against the outer gods? The one who fought with the first hero Lancelot?" (Author's note: Erebus is still present at the second war against monsters, and he fought with the first hero Lancelot against the demon lord at that time. This is the time where Lancer's plan to eradicate all dragons (he feared them so he colame up a plan to killed them) and take the throne of his brother, (the dragon king) the current demon king Lancelot's best friend, and got Erebus locked away and all his kind killed because of Lancer's plan and all of the devilkin escape into the underworld (hell).

Erebus nodded, the weight of his identity settling heavily on his shoulders. "Yes, I am that Erebus. The tales you’ve heard are not mere myths; they are fragments of truth. I fought alongside Lancelot and others to seal away the outer gods, to protect this world from forces beyond comprehension. But the battle is never truly over. Darkness finds a way to return, and it is our duty to stand against it."

The room buzzed with a mix of awe and apprehension. The generals, once skeptical of Erebus's intentions, now found themselves grappling with the reality of his legacy. General Hargrove, who had been silent for a while, finally spoke up. "If you are indeed the Erebus of legend, then your knowledge and experience could be invaluable. But it also raises questions. Why have you remained hidden for so long? Why now?"

"Because of that brat Lancer, he locked me away after injuring me with a primordial weapon from our friends."

"Primordial weapon?" General Monica asked.

"Yes, it's a weapon from our soul," EreBus answered.

"You mean soul weapons?"

"Yeah, something like that, but far stronger. It was a weapon one could wield by slaying Primordials, like Lancer did after your boy Deyviel defeated Laxus. That Laxus Nevan is the manifestation of Laxus's true power. And that's Lancer's searching for why he wanted to open the hell gate: to unleash all of the Primordial guardians to slay them and grab their soul weapons. and release the other gods." EreBus explains.

The room fell into a heavy silence as Erebus's words sank in. The implications of his revelation were staggering. The generals exchanged glances, their minds racing with the possibilities and dangers that lay ahead.

General McDougal broke the silence, his voice steady but filled with concern. "If Lancer was seeking to unleash the Primordial guardians and the outer gods, then we are facing a threat far greater than we initially realized. We thought we were fighting a war against vampires, but it seems we were merely pawns in a much larger game."

Erebus nodded gravely. "Lancer's ambitions were not just about power; they were about chaos. He sought to destabilize the very fabric of our world, to unleash forces that could consume everything in their path. We must act quickly to prevent this from happening again."

Senator Delion, still processing the weight of Erebus's identity, stepped forward. "What can we do? How do we stop this from happening? We cannot afford to lose more lives, especially not after the sacrifice of my daughter."

Erebus looked around the room, meeting the eyes of each person present. "We need to unite. Hunters, werewolves, and the remaining vampires must come together to form a coalition. We need to share our knowledge, our resources, and our strengths. Only by standing together can we hope to face the darkness that threatens us and find and destroy or close the hell gate."

The atmosphere in the meeting hall was charged with urgency as Erebus laid out his vision for a united front against the looming threat. The generals, still grappling with the enormity of his revelations, began to nod in agreement, recognizing the necessity of collaboration in the face of such a formidable enemy.

General Hargrove, his brow furrowed in thought, spoke up. "If we are to form this coalition, we need to establish a clear chain of command. We can't afford to have conflicting agendas when the stakes are this high."

Erebus nodded, appreciating the general's pragmatism. "I propose that we create a council composed of representatives from each faction—hunters, werewolves, and vampires. This council will oversee our joint efforts and ensure that we remain focused on our common goal: preventing the resurrection of the outer gods and sealing the hell gate."

President Rod interjected, his voice steady. "And we must also consider the public's perception. The media frenzy surrounding Deyviel's transformation has left many fearful and uncertain. We need to communicate our intentions clearly to the people, to show them that we are working together for their safety."

Erebus nodded in agreement, recognizing the importance of public perception in this delicate situation. "Absolutely. We need to present a united front, not just to the hunters and werewolves, but to the entire world. If we can demonstrate that we are stronger together, we can quell the fears that linger in the hearts of the people."

Senator Delion stepped forward, his expression resolute. "I can help with that. As a senator, I have access to the media and can help craft a message that emphasizes our commitment to peace and cooperation. We need to honor Ghelle's memory by showing that her sacrifice was not in vain."

"Alright, Head General McDougal, I want you and the hunters to directly work under the World Government from now on. No secrecy, sir Orion. Please lead the vampires and werewolves for us. We humans trust your judgment about this because you were our savior once, and I know this is too much to ask of you because you already saved us two times already, but I'm begging you, sir, protect us again," President Rod asked while bowing to EreBus. And also all of the senators follow suit and next all the generals.

Erebus stood before the assembled leaders, the weight of their expectations pressing down on him. He had fought against the darkness for centuries, but now he was being called upon to lead once more, not just as a warrior but as a unifier of disparate factions. The humility of their gestures struck him deeply, and he felt a surge of responsibility wash over him.

"Rise," he said, his voice steady but filled with a quiet intensity. "You honor me with your trust, but know that this is not a burden I will carry alone. We are all in this together, and it will take the strength of each of us to face the challenges ahead."

General McDougal, still skeptical but now more open to the idea, crossed his arms and regarded Erebus thoughtfully. "If we are to work together, we need to establish clear protocols. We cannot afford to let old grudges and mistrust cloud our judgment. The vampires who choose to ally with us must understand that their actions will be closely monitored."

Erebus nodded in agreement. "Absolutely. Trust must be earned, and I will ensure that the vampires who wish to join us are held to the highest standards. We cannot allow the mistakes of the past to dictate our future."

Senator Delion interjected, "And we must also address the public's fears. The media frenzy surrounding Deyviel's transformation has left many feeling vulnerable. We need to communicate clearly that this is a new beginning, not a return to the old ways."

Erebus nodded, recognizing the importance of public perception in this delicate situation. "Absolutely. We need to present a united front, not just to the hunters and werewolves, but to the entire world. If we can demonstrate that we are stronger together, we can quell the fears that linger in the hearts of the people."

The president leaned forward, his expression serious. "Then let us draft a plan. We need to communicate this to the public to show them that we are taking steps toward a new era of cooperation. It will not be easy, but it is necessary."

As the meeting progressed, the atmosphere shifted from one of skepticism to cautious optimism. The generals, still wary, began to see the potential in Erebus's vision of coexistence. The president's and Senator Delion's presence added a layer of legitimacy to the discussion, reminding everyone of the stakes involved.

As they wrap up the meeting, all of them go to their own appointed task. While Deyviel is still sleeping in the recovery room.

To be continued....