Kiss of the vampire

"The Girl with the Sharp sword"

"How would you win against all of us? All of you friends are down. You think you two are enough to stop us? How foolish.Lancer sneered at them. As Deyviel scanned the area, he could see so many wendigos and ghouls and four vampire knights and two vampire lords.

"Tsk, as he clicks his tongue, Catherine laughs even harder. Even if you two get strong enough to fight or match a vampire lord, you won't win against all of us. Give up, human, you two. We're outnumbered.

Deyviel's heart raced as he took in the overwhelming odds stacked against them. But then one voice spoke. "They were outnumbered if we weren't here," the voice said. As Deyviel turned his head, he could see a familiar silhouette and smiled. Well, you're late too, you bastard! "Deyviel shouted as the light of the red moon revealed the person's identity.

"Ben Rayleigh!" Catherine shouted. As more silhouettes appear, one woman stands beside Ben. As we hear growls and howling.

Mission twenty eight: Clashing of Two Primordials !

And because of the Howling Lancer panic, eyes grew wide because he recognized where that howl came from.

"Werewolves! Fuck, I thought they were wiped out long ago, but how?!" The vampire king snarled.

"Well, just a little bit of searching found a whole new tribe hiding with the original alpha, or like you, you called yourself a progenitor. He is the primordial werewolf (Lancer's eyes narrowed hearing the old alpha). I think you already met each other, right, Lord Erebus?" As Ben said that, one large man landed in front of Lancer (the vampire king) and Catharine (the ice queen).

"It's been a long time, young brat? he calls. EreBus greeted Lancer happily as his feet crushed the stone beneath him.

Author's note: Well, to put this simply, there are two types of older beings: primordials and progenitors. Lancer is from the progenitors. All progenitors are the unpure-blooded original vampires/werewolves, while the primordials are the first ones to be born. And let me further explain this: there are two types of coup d'état, one happening at the primordial time and one to lancers.

The first one nearly killed almost all of the primordials; just a few of them remain during Lancer's young age. And they were locked up. And you'll soon know the location of that; just wait, and I'll explain it. They were locked up because of the power they possessed. The newborns, or progenitors of the new gens, feared them, so they locked them up or used them as the dimensional seal to the outer gods to not let them enter our world. And the second coup d'état happens when the last king, the vampire primordial, dies and all of the shenanigans of the hero (Lancelot) killing almost all of the progenitors.

"You fucker! How did you come out!?" Lancer snarled at him. But EreBus just laughed, his voice booming like a massive shockwave reverberated around them.

"Ah...you wonder that, as you can see, I owe that to my old friend right there (pointing at Ben Rayleigh). He freed me a few minutes ago, so that sums it up. Spoiled brat (Lancer) and Lancer's face shift into panic to anger as he asked EreBus, How...how did you get here so fast? You were locked up on the other side of the world, and how do you already have an army of wolves?! "EreBus just laughed, 'Oh, thanks to that young lad over there. Hey lad, say hi to...uh...what did you call him again? Oh yeah, yeah, bloodsucking bitch. Aha, quite a fitting name. "As he said that, Lancer's head turned, and he saw Cymac, one of Deyviel's friends." Heh, I told you someone would fuck you up, bloodsucking bitch! "As he said that, he raised his middle finger. Say hi with this, you filth, he added. And EreBus just laughed even more.

"Man, you make quite a lot of enemies, don't you, young Rant (lancer)? he said, as all of the wendigos, ghouls, runners, berserkers, and halflings cowered because of EreBus's aura. As Maya and Ben landed, Denver and Deyviel approached them. "Hey man, so this is why you're late. Heh, quite an entrance you have there," Deyviel said as they approached, and Maya turned to him and said, So you're that demon," she said, and Deyviel and Denver just repeated her words in confusion, and Maya just explained.

"Saw the news. I saw you fighting Lancer over there. You gave him a run for his money," she said, and Deyviel just scratched the back of his head and replied, Uh, well, that wasn't really me. I was controlled by something that moment," he shyly admitted. And back to Lancer, Catherine, and EreBus.

Lancer's expression twisted into a mask of fury and disbelief as he processed the sudden turn of events. The arrival of EreBus and the werewolves had shifted the balance of power in an instant. The vampire king's bravado faltered, and he took a step back, his eyes darting between the imposing figure of EreBus and the gathered werewolves, who were now growling and baring their teeth in a show of solidarity.

"You think you can just waltz in here and take over?" Lancer spat, his voice dripping with venom. "You’re nothing but a relic of the past, EreBus! Your time is over!"

EreBus chuckled, a deep, rumbling sound that echoed through the clearing. "Oh, Lancer, you really don’t understand, do you? This isn’t just about me. This is about the balance of power. You and your kind have ruled through fear for too long. The time of the progenitors is over, and the primordials are rising again."

Catherine, still standing beside Lancer, narrowed her eyes at EreBus. "You think you can just reclaim your throne? The world has changed since your day. We have power now, and we won’t let you take it from us."

Ben stepped forward, his presence commanding. "You’re mistaken, Catherine. This isn’t about thrones or power. This is about survival. The world is shifting, and if you don’t adapt, you’ll be swept away like the dust you are."

"Hahahaa, you have quite a nice joke there, young lady. I am not just taking the throne; I am just retaking it. That throne isn't his in the first place; he just stole it from his younger brother, Lancelot's best friend, by making them fight each other and dealing the final blow.

Lancer's face contorted with rage at EreBus's words, the truth of his past laid bare for all to see. "You dare speak of my lineage? You know nothing of the sacrifices I made to claim my place!" he roared, his voice echoing through the clearing, causing the wendigos and ghouls to flinch. "He didn't deserve the throne! I did! That bastard wanted to coexist with humans. They were beneath us! A lesser being who was just our food source! Father always favors him because he is the brightest! "Lancer shouted.

"So you sold him out?! And orchestrated a fight between two friends? Then dealt the final blow yourself because you can't beat your younger brother?! Maya chimed in.

"Oh, isn't that the young princess of the north? How amusing, the vampire princess of the fallen north castle, hahahaha.

Lancer's eyes blazed with fury as he glared at Maya, his anger palpable. "You don’t know anything about sacrifice, princess! You think you can judge me? You’ve never had to fight for your survival like I have!"

EreBus stepped forward, his massive frame casting a shadow over Lancer. "Sacrifice? You call betrayal and murder sacrifice? You’re nothing but a coward hiding behind your title. You’ve ruled through fear, and now that fear is crumbling. The world is changing, and you’re too blind to see it."

Catherine, sensing the tension, interjected, "Enough! We won’t let you take what’s ours. We’ve built an empire, and we will defend it with our lives." Her icy demeanor was unwavering, but Deyviel could see the flicker of uncertainty in her eyes.

Ben raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. "An empire built on the bones of the innocent, Catherine? You think you can hold onto that power forever? The winds of change are blowing, and they’re bringing a storm."

The werewolves growled in agreement, their eyes glinting with a primal hunger for battle. EreBus turned to them, his voice booming. "Tonight, we reclaim what was taken from us! We fight not just for ourselves, but for all those who have suffered under the tyranny of the progenitors!"

Lancer’s bravado began to wane as he realized the gravity of the situation. He was outnumbered, and the tide was turning against him. "You think you can just rally your little pack and take me down? I am the vampire king! I will not be dethroned by the likes of you!" But the light flashes and reveals a large gate, and it's open, and all of their heads turn, and one man steps out. And EreBus's eyes narrowed. "So you finally decided to show yourself, Laxus! EreBus growled at the man that came out the gate.

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"Oh dear creator, this primordial is threatening our plan to rule this world," Lancer spoke, bowing to Laxus.

Laxus stepped into the clearing, his presence commanding and regal. The air crackled with energy as he surveyed the scene before him, taking in the tension between the two factions. His long, flowing cloak billowed behind him, and his eyes glinted with an ancient wisdom that seemed to pierce through the chaos.

"Enough of this petty squabbling," Laxus said, his voice smooth yet authoritative. "I did not come here to witness a spectacle of egos clashing. I came to restore our place on the top of the food chain."

The atmosphere in the clearing shifted dramatically as Laxus made his entrance. The tension was palpable, and both sides seemed to hold their breath, waiting for the primordial's next words. Lancer straightened, a mix of relief and apprehension washing over him. He had been on the verge of losing control, and Laxus's presence was a lifeline.

EreBus, however, stood firm, his eyes narrowing as he regarded Laxus. "You think you can just waltz in here and dictate terms? The world has changed since our time, Laxus. You may have been a king of the vampire once, but your reign is over just like the others."

(Author's note: Laxus was once the king of the primordial vampires before the first outer gods attacked. After they defeated it, Laxus, along with others, was sealed away. They used their power to block the outer gods entrance to this realm.)

Laxus's gaze hardened at EreBus's defiance, and a low chuckle escaped his lips. "You misunderstand me, EreBus. I am not here to dictate terms; I am here to reclaim what is rightfully ours. The progenitors have had their time, and now the primordials will rise again. The balance must be restored, and I will not allow you or anyone else to stand in my way."

"Heh, balance born from innocent's blood, my ass. Count me out there, "Deyviel chimes in.

Laxus turned his piercing gaze toward Deyviel, a hint of amusement flickering in his eyes. "Ah, look what it is: a new hatchling who thinks he can challenge the very fabric of our existence. You speak of innocence, yet you stand among those who have thrived on chaos and bloodshed. What makes you any different?"

Deyviel clenched his fists, feeling the weight of Laxus's scrutiny. "I may not be innocent, but I fight for something greater than power or revenge. I fight for those who can't fight for themselves. You may see this as a game of thrones, but for us, it's about survival."

Laxus's expression shifted slightly, a glimmer of respect mingling with his arrogance. "Survival, you say? Perhaps there is more to you than meets the eye. But know this: the world is not kind to those who stand in the way of the strong."

Deyviel met Laxus's gaze, unflinching. "And the strong are not always right. Power without purpose is just tyranny dressed in a crown. You may have been a king once, but that doesn't mean you deserve to rule again."

Laxus's lips curled into a smirk, but there was a flicker of something deeper in his eyes—curiosity, perhaps. "You have spirit, young one. But spirit alone will not save you from the inevitable. The primordials are awakening, and we will reclaim our place in this world."

EreBus stepped forward, his massive form casting a shadow over the gathering. "And what of the innocents, Laxus? What of those who have suffered under your reign? You speak of balance, yet you offer nothing but bloodshed. The world has changed, and you must adapt or be swept away. Let us leave the younger generation to decide who's going to rule over them. We, the primordials, are here just to oversee them, not to meddle in their squabble. But if you really want to reclaim what was lost long ago, I, EreBus Bararus, will declare you as the enemy of this world!" EreBus shouted.

The tension in the clearing was electric, a palpable force that seemed to thrum in the air. Laxus's smirk faded as he regarded EreBus, the weight of the primordial's words settling heavily upon him. The gathered werewolves, ghouls, and wendigos shifted uneasily, sensing the impending clash of titans.

"You dare challenge me, EreBus?" Laxus's voice was low, a dangerous growl that reverberated through the clearing. "You may have escaped your prison, but you are still bound by the chains of the past. The world has moved on, and you are nothing but a relic, just like the rest of your kind."

EreBus's eyes blazed with fury, his massive form radiating an aura of power that made the ground tremble beneath him. "I am no relic, Laxus. I am the embodiment of the primal forces that govern this world. You may have once ruled, but your time is over. The balance has shifted, and I will not allow you to plunge us back into darkness, just like your fucking creators."

Catherine, sensing the escalating conflict, stepped forward, her icy demeanor unwavering. "This is madness! You think you can just waltz in here and take control? We have built an empire, and we will defend it with our lives. You may have power, but we have the will to fight for what is ours."

"Kid, prepare yourselves; things here and out are going to be messy. Hey Mizuno! Can you still run?" Ben Rayleigh warned Deyviel and called out Mizuno and Andrew.

"Yeah, I think I can. What's your order cap?"

"Go with Cymac and grab all the wounded to safety, because nothing is going to stop these primordials from clashing, and Denver and Maya, you guys take care of Lancer and Catharine, and you Deyviel, save Ghelle to stop the transformation ritual. We have to stop it before the whole world transforms into vampires because it will be permanent. So go now! I'll handle the horde," he ordered them.

"Alone?" Deyviel asks.

"Yeah, don't worry, I'm the strongest, go!" He shouted.

Deyviel hesitated for a moment, the weight of Ben's words sinking in. The urgency in his voice was undeniable, and the stakes had never been higher. He glanced at Denver and Maya, who nodded in agreement, their expressions resolute.

"Alright, let's move!" Deyviel shouted, rallying his friends. They quickly turned to find Mizuno and Andrew, who were already preparing to assist the wounded.

"Stay close and follow my lead!" Deyviel instructed as they sprinted toward the chaos, the sounds of growling and clashing echoing behind them.

"Wait for me, Ghelle; I'm going to save you. That's a promise!" He shouted.

As Deyviel and his friends dashed toward the chaos, the air crackled with tension and the promise of violence. The clearing was a maelstrom of supernatural forces, with EreBus and Laxus poised for confrontation, their auras clashing like titans ready to unleash their fury. The werewolves growled in anticipation, their primal instincts ignited by the impending battle, while the ghouls and wendigos shifted uneasily, caught between the two powerful factions.

Deyviel's heart raced as he navigated through the chaos, his mind focused on one goal: saving Ghelle. He could feel the weight of the world pressing down on him, the stakes higher than ever. The transformation ritual was a ticking time bomb, and if they didn’t act quickly, the consequences would be catastrophic.

“Stay sharp!” Denver called out, his voice cutting through the din. “We need to find Ghelle before it’s too late!”

Maya nodded, her icy demeanor unwavering despite the chaos around them. “We’ll split up and cover more ground. Deyviel, you take the left side of the clearing. Denver and I will check the right. We’ll meet back here in five minutes.”

“Got it!” Deyviel replied, determination fueling his every step. He sprinted toward the left side, scanning the area for any sign of Ghelle. The sounds of battle echoed behind him, but he pushed them aside, focusing on the task at hand. As he moved deeper into the fray, Deyviel spotted a group of ghouls surrounding a figure on the altar. His heart sank as he recognized Ghelle, not moving, faintly breathing.

"You fuckers! Stay away from her! he shouted, and he summoned his Vampire Buster. The floating, translucent arm behind him became bigger and slapped away all of the ghouls and wendigos.

The ghouls were sent sprawling, their grotesque forms tumbling through the air as Deyviel charged forward, his heart pounding in his chest. The sight of Ghelle, vulnerable and ensnared by the dark forces surrounding her, ignited a fire within him. He couldn't let her become a victim of this chaos.

“Ghelle!” he shouted, his voice cutting through the cacophony of growls and snarls. He reached her just as the last of the ghouls was thrown aside, their bodies crumpling against the altar. Deyviel knelt beside her, his hands trembling as he brushed a strand of hair from her face. “Please, wake up. I need you to be okay. Fuck, she's losing blood, Emily! Alicia! Yumi, anyone! I need a healer! "He shouted, but no one responded because all of his friends were engaging in battle or seriously wounded.

"Fuck! Fuck, fuck! Don't worry, I'll help you out." But as he's about to lift her, he can't do it because she was protected by the force field. So he uses his red queen to attack all of the runes, but it won't do anything. It doesn't even give a scratch on it.

"Fuck, fuck, think, Deyviel, think. There must be a way! As he turns, Maya was there reading the text. "Damn it. In order to free her, we need to defeat him." He pointed at Laxus.

Deyviel's eyes narrowed, and he cracked his neck. "Well then, just wait for me, Ghelle. I'll save you, but now we have Big Bat to beat the shit out of!"

He said then charged Laxus, using his vampire buster, growing it big, and using it to punch Laxus's face. As Laxus fell to the ground, EreBus's eyes widened, and he smiled. "Mind if I help, big fella?" Deyviel asked.

"Fine by me, young hatchling; you're pretty strong for a hatchling that doesn't have a fully awakened." EreBus stated that confused Deyviel. "Hatch what?" As Deyviel asked that, he was suddenly interrupted by Laxus's laugh, so they turned their attention to him. "How about we talk later, big fella?" Deyviel suggested. "Works for me, lad, "EreBus replied.

Laxus pushed himself off the ground, brushing off the dust and blood from his cloak with a disdainful flick of his wrist. His eyes glinted with a mix of amusement and irritation as he regarded Deyviel and EreBus. "You think you can challenge me together? How quaint. But you’re merely delaying the inevitable."

Deyviel's heart raced as he stood shoulder to shoulder with EreBus, the primordial's presence a reassuring force beside him. "We’re not just delaying anything, Laxus. We’re here to end your reign of terror once and for all!" Deyviel shouted, his voice echoing with determination.

EreBus stepped forward, his massive form casting a shadow over Laxus. "You’ve forgotten the strength of unity, Laxus. The world has changed, and so have we. You may have been a king once, but your time is over. The balance must be restored, and I will not allow you to plunge us back into darkness."

Laxus's expression hardened, and he straightened, his regal demeanor returning. "You think you can lecture me about balance? You’re nothing but a relic of the past, EreBus. The world has moved on, and I will not be stopped by the likes of you or this fledgling."

Deyviel clenched his fists, feeling the weight of Laxus's scrutiny. "I may be a fledgling, but I’m not afraid of you! You ugly fat bat!. I fight for those who can’t fight for themselves. You may see this as a game of thrones, but for us, it’s about survival."

Laxus's lips curled into a smirk, but there was a flicker of something deeper in his eyes—curiosity, perhaps. "You have spirit, young one. But spirit alone will not save you from the inevitable. The primordials are awakening, and we will reclaim our place in this world."

"Ok lad, follow my lead and attack with all of your might when you see an opening," EreBus ordered, and Deyviel just nodded.

As the tension in the clearing reached a boiling point, Deyviel felt the weight of the moment pressing down on him. He stood beside EreBus, the primordial werewolf, ready to face Laxus, the once-mighty king of vampires. The air crackled with energy, and the sounds of battle echoed around them, but all Deyviel could focus on was the task at hand: saving Ghelle and stopping Laxus.

"Now!" EreBus roared, charging forward with a primal ferocity that sent shockwaves through the ground. Deyviel followed closely, his heart pounding in rhythm with the thunderous footsteps of the primordial. They surged toward Laxus, who stood defiantly, a smirk still plastered on his face.

"You think you can take me down with brute force?" Laxus taunted, his voice dripping with arrogance. "I’ve faced far greater foes than you two combined!"

Deyviel gritted his teeth, channeling all his energy into his Vampire Buster. "We’re not just any foes, Laxus! We’re here to end your tyranny!" He swung the massive arm toward Laxus, who deftly sidestepped, but not without a glancing blow that sent him staggering.

EreBus seized the opportunity, lunging at Laxus with a ferocious growl. His claws slashed through the air, aiming for Laxus's throat. The primordial vampire barely managed to block the attack, but the force of EreBus's strike sent him reeling back.

"You’re stronger than I expected, EreBus," Laxus admitted, his tone shifting slightly. "But strength alone won’t win this battle."

Deyviel didn’t waste a moment. He charged again, using the momentum from EreBus's attack to propel himself forward. "You’re right about one thing, Laxus. It’s not just about strength; it’s about fighting for what’s right!" He swung his Red Hot Red Queen, this time aiming for Laxus's midsection." Scorching sun flaire! Deyviel shouted.

Laxus anticipated the move, twisting to the side and countering with a powerful kick that sent Deyviel crashing into a nearby pillar. Pain shot through his body, but he quickly pushed himself up, determination burning in his chest. He couldn’t afford to give up—not now, not when Ghelle was still in danger. As he coughs blood because of the impact. And in that moment, Ghelle's eyes snap open.

To be continued.