Kiss of the vampire
"The Girl with the Sharp sword"
The battlefield fell silent, a heavy stillness enveloping the chaos as Deyviel’s transformation reached its zenith. The air crackled with an electric tension, and the remaining combatants paused, their eyes wide with a mix of fear and awe. Lancer, momentarily taken aback, narrowed his eyes, assessing the new threat that had emerged from the ashes of despair.
"What have you done?" Lancer hissed, his voice laced with both curiosity and dread. "You’ve become a monster!Deyviel, now a towering figure of darkness and power, let out a guttural roar that reverberated through the very ground beneath them. The sound was primal, echoing the anguish and rage that had consumed him. He was no longer the friend Denver had fought to save; he was something else entirely—a being forged from pain, loss, and the remnants of Laxus's curse.
Maya, still locked in combat with Catherine, felt the shift in the atmosphere. "Deyviel!" she shouted, her voice filled with a mix of hope and fear. "Fight it! You’re stronger than this!"
But Deyviel’s eyes, now glowing with a fierce crimson light, were devoid of recognition. The darkness within him had taken hold, and the flicker of the friend they once knew was buried beneath layers of rage and despair. He turned his gaze toward Lancer, the embodiment of his pain, and a low growl emanated from deep within his throat.
Catherine, sensing the shift in power, took a step back, her icy demeanor faltering. "This… this isn’t what we wanted," she stammered, her confidence wavering. "We must retreat, Lancer!"
But Lancer, emboldened by the chaos, raised the Laxus Nevan high, the scythe crackling with dark energy. "No! This is an opportunity! With him under my control, we can crush the rebellion once and for all!" He lunged forward, aiming to harness Deyviel’s newfound power for his own sinister purposes.
Mission thirty two: victory against Darkness
In that moment, Denver, still reeling from the shock of Ghelle’s death, felt a surge of determination rise within him. He couldn’t let Lancer manipulate Deyviel. "No! Deyviel, listen to me!" he shouted, his voice breaking through the chaos. "You’re not a monster! You’re our friend! Fight it!" He shouted, but Deyviel just charged a giant dark red ball and then released it.
toward Denver with a ferocity that sent shockwaves through the air. The ground trembled beneath him as he barely managed to dodge the attack, rolling to the side just in time. The energy ball exploded on impact, sending debris flying and illuminating the darkened sky with a fiery glow.
"Deyviel, please!" Denver pleaded, scrambling to his feet. He could see the struggle in Deyviel's eyes, a flicker of the friend he knew buried beneath layers of darkness. "You have to fight it! Don't just sleep inside there; we need to save the world! Deyviel!"
"You think he can hear you? He is mine now! Embrace the darkness, Deyviel! Let it consume you!
With a roar, Deyviel lunged at Lancer, the ground shaking beneath his feet. But instead of attacking, he hesitated, caught in the throes of his internal battle. The darkness clawed at him, whispering promises of power and vengeance, while the memories of his friends fought to break through the haze.
Maya, seeing the struggle within him, took a step forward, her katana raised. "Deyviel! Remember who you are! Remember us!" she cried, her voice filled with desperation.
But Deyviel was lost in a haze of rage and confusion, his features twisted in a grimace as he prepared another attack. Denver's heart raced, knowing he had to reach him before it was too late. He glanced around, searching for anything that could help him break through the darkness that enveloped Deyviel.
Suddenly, he spotted Ghelle's pendant, glimmering amidst the rubble. It was a symbol of their bond, a reminder of the strength they had shared. Without thinking, Denver dashed toward it, his mind racing with memories of their adventures together, the laughter, the camaraderie. He could feel the weight of Ghelle's absence pressing down on him, but he pushed it aside, focusing on Deyviel.
"Deyviel!" he shouted again, holding the pendant high. "Ghelle wouldn't want you to become like this! Remember your friends! Remember us, brother! Remember her! You’re not alone in this! We’re still here for you! Deyviel!"
For a moment, we saw a crack begin to appear in Deyviel's horn as we heard a faint voice inside Deyviel's mind. In a peach-black room where Deyviel is floating, eyes closed as we hear Denver and Maya's pleas for their friends as the tendrils of darkness slowly crawl to him. "Yes, yes, yes... Don't listen to them; they are only making you weak. The strong will rule the world, and no one will ever hurt you. If you're strong, no one can take anything from you. Not anymore. As long as I'm here, child, just give up your soul and body to me, and I will make them suffer.
"Deyviel, snap out of it."
"Deyviel, we need you!"
The darkness pulsed, a living entity that thrived on doubt and despair. "They are weak, Deyviel. They will only drag you down. Embrace your true power. Let me guide you. Together, we can crush them. We will destroy all evil and kill every last one of those monsters. I will avenge Ghelle for you and destroy the world for you, not to get hurt." As the voice mentioned her name, Deyviel's eyes snap open. Ghelle?" As he murmurs that, Ghelle appears in that dark room. "Do you really want to destroy the world just for me? Ghelle?" asks with a sad face.
"I...I just want to avenge you. They killed you in front of me, so they deserve to suffer and be killed. They deserve to feel what I feel, to hurt like me!" He angrily replied, tears falling down his face.
"But do you think making everyone suffer as much as you do will bring me back?" She asks again.
…….
Deyviel's heart raced as Ghelle's ethereal form shimmered in the darkness, her presence a beacon of light amidst the encroaching shadows. The tendrils of darkness writhed around him, whispering promises of power and vengeance, but her voice cut through the chaos like a knife.
"No, Deyviel," she said softly, her eyes filled with compassion. "You can't bring me back by destroying others. Revenge will only lead you deeper into darkness. I don’t want you to become a monster. I want you to live, to remember the joy we shared when we were kids, you always saving me. Even in elementary, you kept your heroic nature to fight for people who can fend for themselves. You are not like them. You are you, Deyviel Kieth Marthin, always my hero."
The darkness hissed, its voice a cacophony of anger and temptation. "She is lying! She is gone! You can’t bring her back! Embrace the power I offer, and you will never feel this pain again!"
Deyviel's heart pounded in his chest, caught in a tempest of conflicting emotions. The darkness coiled around him, its whispers growing louder, but Ghelle's words resonated deep within him, a lifeline in the storm. He could feel the warmth of her memory, the laughter they shared, the moments of bravery that defined him.
"No!" he shouted, his voice echoing in the void. "I won’t let you take me! I won’t become what you want!"
The tendrils of darkness recoiled, hissing in frustration. "You are weak! You will suffer without me! Embrace your rage, Deyviel! It is your only path to strength! I'm the only one who can give you what you want! And the only one who understands you!"
But Ghelle stepped closer, her form shimmering with an otherworldly light. "Strength isn’t about power or vengeance, Deyviel. It’s about love, friendship, and the courage to stand against the darkness. Remember who you are! Remember the hero you’ve always been!"
Images flooded Deyviel's mind—memories of laughter, of battles fought side by side with Denver, Maya, Captain Ethan, Mizuno, Andrew, Alric, Cymac, Kliev, Rebecca, Alicia, Yumi, Emily, and the Generals and the whole Luzon Hunters Division; moments where he had chosen to protect rather than destroy. He could see the faces of his friends, their unwavering support, their belief in him.
The memories surged like a tidal wave, washing over him and pushing back the encroaching darkness. Deyviel felt the warmth of their camaraderie, the strength of their bonds, and the love that had always been a part of him. He remembered the laughter shared around campfires, the battles fought not just for victory but for each other.
"No!" he roared, his voice echoing through the void, shaking the very foundations of the darkness that sought to consume him. "I am not weak! I am not a monster! I am Deyviel Kieth Marthin, and I choose to fight for everybody's sake!"
"That's my hero," as Ghelle moved closer to him and hugged him, her warm light enveloped him for the first and last time.
The darkness writhed and shrieked, its hold on Deyviel faltering as Ghelle's light enveloped him. The tendrils that had once seemed so powerful now recoiled in fear, their whispers turning to desperate howls. "No! You cannot resist! You belong to me!" it screamed, but Deyviel stood firm, the warmth of Ghelle's embrace igniting a fire within him.
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With a surge of determination, Deyviel pushed back against the darkness, feeling the weight of his friends' memories bolstering his resolve. "You are not my master!" he shouted, his voice resonating with newfound strength. "I will not let you define me! I choose my own path! But thanks for giving Lancer a beating. I hope someday you help me without any of that shenanigan." He said with a smile.
As he spoke, the darkness began to unravel, the shadows retreating as if burned by the light of his conviction. Ghelle's form shimmered brighter, her presence a guiding star in the storm of his emotions. "Remember, Deyviel," she urged, her voice a soothing balm. "You are not alone. You have the strength of your friends behind you. You have the power to choose love over hate, hope over despair."
As we went back to the battlefield, Lancer was engaged in an intense battle with EreBus that injured Denver. While Maya is still fighting Catherine, the air is thick with tension and the remnants of chaos. The battlefield, once a cacophony of clashing steel and cries of anguish, now held its breath, waiting for the outcome of Deyviel's internal struggle.
Deyviel's eyes, once a fierce crimson, began to shift back to their familiar hue, the darkness receding like a tide pulled away from the shore. The memories of his friends surged within him, a powerful tide that washed away the despair and rage that had threatened to consume him. He could feel Ghelle's warmth, her love, and the strength of their shared memories igniting a fire in his heart.
And when Lancer is about to hit Denver and Denver with his full-powered blood swipes. But EreBus stood to protect: Live, "Lad, don't let the cycle of vengeance repeat to you and your friend. Wink." As he said that, dozens of blood swipes hit EreBus back. "Please, sir, don't, don't sacrifice yourself for me." Denver pleaded, but EreBus just smiled. "You know, lad, as long as you guys are the ones who inherited this world, I'm sure you will protect it with all you got. But for now, for you to reach your full potential, you need to continue to grow stronger to be able to protect the next generation,EreBus said.
"But sir, I…I'm weak. I can't even protect my friends. Even with powers, we still failed to save them," Denver spoke with tears in his eyes.
" Don't blame yourselves lad. It's disrespectful to them if you keep blaming yourself to what happen we, the living has the obligation to nourish and protect the new gen for them to bloom ."as he said that EreBus saw someone he knew in Denvers eyes."oh I see, you must be his him. this must be faith ,mybe our original god has given me a last to redeem my self to my old friend, oh my old friend Lancelot, you suffer so much ,even your soul couldnt rest to afterlife. I guess I'll be waiting for you in the other side, because you still have a world to save.i bid you ferwel old friend." As EreBus say that lancer once again charge his scythe and unleashed another waves of blood swipes. But someone stood in front of the giant wave of blood swipes; with a wave of his hand, all of a dozen blood swipes shattered in an instant.
The battlefield erupted in a cacophony of sound as the air crackled with energy, the remnants of Lancer's attack dissipating into nothingness. As a man stood Infront of them.
Hair white,arm turns into dragonic form(his vampire Buster) and a blue ki energy envelope the man who stood at his back a spirit like vistesge that mimic his movements (like asusano ) that have horns spouting at the back to his head and curve down to his face, with spikes at it's shoulders and it's face resembles of Deyviel but in Demonic form.
"I hope I am not that late for the last full show, big fella?" Deyviel said. And EreBus just smirks, heh, you two lads just like your ancestors. You have a cool way to have your grand comeback; don't just stand there and beat that fraud vampire king and save this world from him." EreBus said, and Deyviel just smiled and nodded before turning his back on them. "Got it, big fella. Now then, Lancer, how about we finish this for our final round? " Deyviel asked Lancer, who was in shock because of Deyviel's new form.
Lancer's eyes widened in disbelief as he took in the sight of Deyviel, transformed into a formidable figure of light and power. The darkness that had once threatened to consume him had been replaced by a radiant aura, a testament to his resilience and the strength of his bonds. The air around them shimmered with energy, and the battlefield seemed to hold its breath, waiting for the inevitable clash.
"You think you can stand against me now?" Lancer sneered, trying to mask his fear with bravado. "You’re just a puppet, a shadow of your former self! I will crush you like the insect you are!"
Deyviel's expression hardened, the flicker of doubt extinguished by the fire of determination. "You don’t understand, Lancer. I am not a puppet. I am my own master, and I choose to fight for my friends, for Ghelle, and for everyone who has suffered because of your tyranny! It's time for you to pay for your century-long sins; your stay here was long overdue; time to pay up your rent, fuckface!"
The tension in the air was palpable as Deyviel stood tall, his new form radiating an aura of power and defiance. The remnants of darkness that had once threatened to consume him were now mere shadows, fading in the light of his resolve. Lancer, despite his bravado, could feel the shift in the battlefield; the tide was turning, and he was no longer the predator.
"Hey Maya, I'm borrowing this, he said as he picked up Maya's katana. Hey Ben, can you deal with that bitch?" he asked Ben. "Yeah, I can; I just finished the job there, kid." He shouted back.
"Heh, Roger that, Captain," he said as he tested the sword that was strangely reacting to his power. It's glowing along with his vampire Buster arm. "So you like my arm, huh?" he murmured as he turned his attention to Lancer once more.
"You think you can intimidate me with your little transformation?" Lancer spat, gripping the Laxus Nevan tighter, the scythe crackling with dark energy. "You’re still just a boy playing at being a hero. I’ve crushed stronger foes than you!"
Deyviel's eyes blazed with determination, the memories of his friends fueling his strength. "You underestimate the power of hope, Lancer. You’ve spent so long in the shadows, but I’ve learned that true strength comes from the bonds we forge, not the fear we instill. You may have power, but you lack what truly matters."
With a swift motion, Deyviel summoned the energy around him, the blue ki swirling like a tempest. The spirit-like vestige behind him mirrored his movements, a testament to his newfound strength. As he swung Maya's katana, and just like him, his translucent blue demon vestige swung a copy of the katana he wielded. "I will not let you hurt anyone else. This ends now!" As he said that, he moved so fast that even Lancer couldn't react or see his movements.
Deyviel surged forward, a blur of motion and power, the air crackling with energy as he closed the distance between himself and Lancer in an instant. The battlefield erupted into chaos once more, the tension palpable as the two forces prepared to collide.
Lancer, caught off guard by Deyviel's newfound speed and strength, barely had time to react. He swung the Laxus Nevan in a desperate arc, but Deyviel was already upon him, his katana slicing through the air with a fierce determination. The blade met Lancer's scythe in a clash of power, sending shockwaves rippling through the ground beneath them.
"You think you can stop me?" Lancer growled, gritting his teeth as he struggled to hold his ground against Deyviel's onslaught. "You’re just a child playing with forces beyond your understanding!"
Deyviel's eyes blazed with a fierce light, the memories of his friends and the love they shared fueling his resolve. "I’m not just a child! I’m a vampire hunter! And I fight for those who can’t fight for themselves! You’ve taken too much from us, Lancer. It’s time for you to face the consequences of your actions!"
With a powerful thrust, Deyviel pushed Lancer back, the force of his attack sending the dark warrior stumbling. The spirit-like vestige behind him mirrored his movements, creating a dual assault that left Lancer reeling. Deyviel pressed the advantage, unleashing a flurry of strikes that forced Lancer to defend himself desperately.
"You’re stronger than I expected," Lancer admitted, his voice strained as he struggled to keep up. "But strength alone won’t save you! You’re still just a pawn in this game!"
Deyviel's heart raced as he felt the weight of Lancer's words, but he refused to let doubt creep in. "I’m not a pawn! I’m the master of my own fate!" He pivoted, dodging a sweeping strike from Lancer and countering with a powerful slash that caught Lancer off guard.
The blade connected, and Lancer staggered back, a look of shock crossing his face. "You… you actually hurt me!" he exclaimed, disbelief mingling with anger. "This isn’t over!"
Deyviel seized the moment, channeling the energy of his friends into a single, powerful strike. "This ends now!" he shouted, his voice echoing with conviction. He swung Maya's katana with all his might, the blade glowing with a brilliant light as it cut through the darkness surrounding Lancer.
In that moment, the battlefield seemed to hold its breath, the air thick with anticipation. Deyviel's strike connected with Lancer's scythe, the force of the impact sending shockwaves rippling through the ground. The darkness that had once enveloped Deyviel began to dissipate, replaced by the radiant light of his determination.
Lancer's eyes widened in horror as he felt the power of Deyviel's attack. "No! This can’t be happening!" he screamed, desperation creeping into his voice. "I am the darkness! I am the end of all things!"
But Deyviel stood firm, the light of his friends shining brightly within him. "You may have power, Lancer, but you will never understand the strength that comes from love and friendship! You’ve lost this battle!"
With one final, powerful swing, Deyviel unleashed a wave of energy that surged forward, engulfing Lancer in a brilliant light. The darkness that had once consumed Deyviel was now turned against its master, the very shadows that had given Lancer strength now betraying him.
As the light enveloped Lancer, he let out a final, anguished scream, the sound echoing across the battlefield. "No! This isn’t how it ends!" But it was too late. The darkness shattered, and Lancer was consumed by the very power he had sought to wield.
Deyviel stood amidst the remnants of the battle, breathing heavily as the light faded. The battlefield was silent, the echoes of conflict replaced by a profound stillness. He looked around, seeing the faces of his friends—Maya, Denver, EreBus, and the others—standing together, united in their victory. As they gather around the crumbling body of the lancer...
"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.you think you vanquish Evel 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 the humanities flaws. It's the greed that lurks in the hearts of men. The hatred that Fester in silence. The envy that poisons even like you with the purest of souls. Just like if you cut off the head of evil and another will rise in its place.more vicious,more cunning, more unstoppable. It is harder for a dragon to bend it's 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 hear I sat at the brink of my death. Not because of the your strength but because of my own Hubris. But tell me Deyviel,what will you do if the world demans the same 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 it's expectations. You see I've always known my end will always come,I've seen it in my dreams in every battles
But I never feared it. I embraced it. Because in the end, it is not the fall that defines us, but how we rise from it. You may have defeated me today, Deyviel, but remember this: the true battle lies not in the physical realm but within the hearts of every person. You may have vanquished a king, but the kingdom of darkness is vast and ever-growing. It will always find a way to seep back into the world, to corrupt, and to twist.
Deyviel stood there, the weight of Lancer's words hanging in the air like a heavy fog. He felt the pulse of his friends beside him, their unwavering support a reminder of the strength they shared. But Lancer's words struck a chord deep within him, igniting a flicker of doubt. Could he truly protect the world from the darkness that lurked in the hearts of men?
"You speak of darkness as if it is an inevitability," Deyviel replied, his voice steady despite the turmoil within. "But I refuse to accept that. We are not powerless against it. We can choose to fight back, to stand together against the shadows. It may not be easy, and we may stumble along the way, but we will not give in to despair. We will nurture the light within us, and we will protect those who cannot protect themselves."
Lancer's expression twisted into a sneer, but there was a flicker of uncertainty in his eyes. "You think your little band of heroes can change the world? You are naive, Deyviel. The darkness is a part of humanity. It is woven into the very fabric of our existence. You cannot eradicate it; you can only hope to contain it."
"Maybe," Deyviel conceded, "but that doesn't mean we should stop trying. Every act of kindness, every moment of courage, every bond of friendship—these are the seeds of hope that can grow into something beautiful. We may not be able to eliminate darkness entirely, but we can choose to shine our light in the face of it. And that light can inspire others to do the same."
Lancer's laughter echoed through the battlefield, a harsh sound that cut through the silence. "You are a fool, Deyviel. Hope is a fragile thing, easily crushed under the weight of despair. You will see. One day, you will understand the futility of your ideals."
Deyviel stepped closer, his resolve unwavering. "And one day, you will see that hope is stronger than fear. It is the very thing that binds us together, that gives us the strength to rise again and again, no matter how many times we fall. You may have lost today, Lancer, but I will not let your darkness define my future or the future of those I care about."
"Ugh… you're just like my brother. Naive and stupid. That's why I hated him. Tsk, the future, that future, this. Well, maybe that's why many people like him, and despite me," Lancer said with a hint of regret in his voice as he slowly disintegrated into ash.
As the last remnants of Lancer faded into the air, a heavy silence fell over the battlefield. The echoes of their fierce confrontation lingered, but the oppressive weight of darkness that had once enveloped them began to lift. Deyviel stood tall, the glow of his transformation still radiating around him, a beacon of hope amidst the ruins of their struggle.
Maya, Denver, and the others gathered around him, their expressions a mix of relief and disbelief. They had witnessed the harrowing battle, the internal struggle that had threatened to consume their friend, and now they stood united, the bonds of their friendship stronger than ever. As Deyviel falls to his knees and loses his consciousness.
To be continued....