Kiss of the vampire

"The Girl with the Sharp sword"

Mission twenty one: The Vampire king vs The Beast! Part 2 ( the conclusion of battles)

The hunter's facility erupted into chaos as Deyviel unleashed the massive orb of dark red energy toward Lancer. The sheer force of the attack sent shockwaves through its path, destroying everything. The other hunters and generals dove for cover, their hearts pounding in their chests as they braced for the impact.

"I said get down!" General McDougal shouted, his voice cutting through the din. He quickly positioned himself in front of the other hunters, ready to shield them from the impending explosion. The tension in the air was palpable, a mix of fear and anticipation as they awaited the outcome of Deyviel's attack.

Lancer's eyes widened in shock as the orb hurtled toward him, the dark energy swirling with a malevolent force. "You think you can defeat me with this pitiful display?" he sneered, but there was a hint of uncertainty in his voice. He raised the Blood Reaper, preparing to counter the attack, but the sheer size and power of the orb were overwhelming.

"Oh no!? Balthazar uttered.

The moment of impact was cataclysmic. The orb collided with Lancer, engulfing him in a blinding explosion of light and energy. The force of the blast sent a shockwave rippling through the clinic, knocking everyone off their feet. The walls trembled, and debris rained down as the energy surged outward, illuminating the room in a brilliant flash.

As Deyviel and Lancer are still at their intense exchange. Yumi, Alicia, and Emily are up against Fiona. While Cymac and Andrew are up against Caine, Denver and Kliev are up against Baraka and Glenn.

The chaos in the clinic was far from over. As the dust began to settle from Deyviel's devastating attack, the air crackled with tension as the remaining battles raged on.

As the three girls stood side by side, facing a vampire noble named Fiona, who stood with an air of confidence, her eyes glinting with malice, "You think you can take me down?" she taunted, her voice dripping with disdain. "You’re just a bunch of children playing at being heroes."

Yumi clenched her fists, determination burning in her eyes. "We’re not afraid of you, Fiona! We’ve trained for this!" She charged forward, her blade glinting in the dim light, while Alicia and Emily flanked her, ready to support their friend.

Fiona smirked, her hands weaving intricate patterns in the air as she summoned dark tendrils of energy. "Then let’s see how brave you really are!" With a flick of her wrist, the tendrils shot toward Yumi, who barely managed to dodge, rolling to the side as the energy lashed out, leaving scorch marks on the floor.

Meanwhile, Cymac and Andrew faced off against Caine, who stood with an unsettling calmness. "You think you can defeat me?" Caine said, his voice smooth and mocking. "I’ve seen your kind before. You’re all the same—weak and predictable."

Cymac gritted his teeth, his fists clenched. "We’re not backing down, Caine! We’ll show you what we’re made of!" He lunged forward, unleashing a flurry of punches, but Caine sidestepped effortlessly, countering with a swift kick that sent Cymac sprawling.

Andrew, not one to be outdone, summoned his own energy, forming a shield around himself. "Cymac, focus! We need to work together!" He launched a series of energy blasts at Caine, who deflected them with a wave of his hand, a smirk still plastered on his face.

Across the room, Denver and Kliev were locked in a fierce battle against Baraka and Glenn. Baraka, a hulking figure with a menacing grin, swung a massive fist at Denver, who barely ducked in time. "You think you can escape me, little man?" Baraka bellowed, his voice echoing through the clinic.

Kliev, quick on his feet, darted around Baraka, aiming for Glenn, who was busy attacking Denver while Denver unsheathed his dual short sword and infused it with ki. "We need to split them up!" Kliev shouted, dodging a series of blood swipes that singed the air around him. "Denver, keep that red-haired motherfucker busy!"

Denver nodded, determination etched on his face as he faced Glenn, who was now advancing with a series of rapid strikes. "You want to dance, huh?" Denver taunted, his voice steady despite the chaos around him. He sidestepped a vicious slash, feeling the rush of air as the blade barely missed him. With a swift motion, he countered with a slash of his own, aiming for Glenn's midsection.

Glenn laughed, a chilling sound that echoed in the clinic. "Is that all you've got?" He twisted away from the attack, his agility surprising for someone of his size. "You’ll have to do better than that to keep up with me!" He retaliated with a spinning kick that caught Denver off guard, sending him crashing into a nearby wall.

Meanwhile, Kliev was darting around Baraka, trying to find an opening. "C'mon, you big brute! You’re too slow!" he shouted, taunting the hulking vampire. Baraka growled, his patience wearing thin. He swung his massive fist again, but Kliev ducked and rolled, narrowly avoiding the blow.

"Focus, Kliev!" Denver shouted from the ground, struggling to regain his footing. "We need to keep them separated!"

Kliev nodded, his mind racing. He spotted a nearby table and quickly grabbed a chair, hurling it at Baraka to distract him. The chair shattered against Baraka's shoulder, and he turned, momentarily distracted. "What was that?!" he roared, his attention shifting away from Kliev.

Taking advantage of the opening, Kliev lunged forward, aiming a series of quick jabs at Baraka's exposed side. "Now's our chance!" he yelled, hoping to keep the pressure on.

Back with Yumi, Alicia, and Emily, the battle against Fiona was heating up. Yumi had regained her footing after dodging the dark tendrils, and she was now circling Fiona, looking for an opening. "We can’t let her get the upper hand!" she shouted to her friends.

Alicia nodded, her eyes narrowed in concentration. "I’ll create a diversion!" She summoned her own energy, forming a blinding flash of light that erupted in front of Fiona, momentarily disorienting her.

Emily seized the opportunity, charging forward with her weapon drawn. "Now, Yumi!" she called out, her voice filled with urgency.

Yumi lunged, her blade aimed directly at Fiona, but the vampire noble was quick to recover. With a flick of her wrist, she summoned a barrier of dark energy just in time to deflect Yumi's strike. "You think you can catch me off guard?" Fiona sneered, her confidence unwavering. "You’re going to have to do much better than that!" She said as she vanished and reappear behind Yumi and pull back her fist and step forward and motion her fist towards yumi's back "let's see how you deal with this human! Hummer strike!" She shouted and the attack connected but not at yumi's back but at Caine's back that make him vomit a handful of blood knocking him temporary and Fiona's eyes widen because she doesn't understand what's happening of why she suddenly hit Caine while they were too far apart to get hit one another.then all of the sudden she notice Cymac is smiling."yeah I did that. I can change position of people,things ,or anything I want . So your welcome bitch " he said while smiling.

Fiona's expression shifted from confidence to confusion, and then to rage as she processed Cymac's words. "You think you can toy with me?" she hissed, her voice low and dangerous. The dark tendrils of energy around her pulsed with intensity, and she glared at Cymac, her eyes narrowing. "You’ll pay for that!"

Meanwhile, Caine staggered back, clutching his stomach as blood dripped from his lips. "What the hell was that?" he gasped, his composure shattered for a moment. Cymac's ability had thrown him off balance, and he struggled to regain his footing.

"Now's our chance!" Andrew shouted, rallying his friends. "Cymac, keep her distracted! Yumi, Emily, let's finish this!"

Yumi nodded, her determination renewed. "We can’t let her recover!" She charged at Fiona again, this time with a fierce resolve. Emily followed closely, her weapon ready to strike.

Fiona, realizing she was outnumbered, bit her hand and sprayed her blood into the air. "You think you can overwhelm me with numbers? I’ll show you the true power of a vampire noble!" and she detonated the blood she spread, and a cluster of mini explosions hit the trio, sending them away.

The clinic was engulfed in chaos as the shockwaves from Fiona's blood detonations rippled through the air. Yumi, Alicia, and Emily were thrown back, their bodies colliding with the walls and furniture, the force of the explosions knocking the wind out of them. Dust and debris filled the air, obscuring their vision as they struggled to regain their bearings.

"Ugh... what just happened?" Yumi groaned, pushing herself up from the ground, her vision blurred. She could see Alicia and Emily nearby, both shaken but slowly getting to their feet.

"Fiona's blood magic... it's more powerful than we thought," Alicia said, her voice strained. She wiped blood from her lip, a reminder of the impact. "We need to regroup and come up with a new plan."

Emily nodded, her eyes scanning the room for Fiona. "Where did she go? We can't let her get away!"

Meanwhile, Cymac was still facing off against Caine, who was now visibly enraged. "You think you can just play with my life like a game?" Caine spat, wiping the blood from his mouth. "I’ll make you regret that!"

Cymac smirked, his confidence unwavering. "You’re the one who should be worried. You’re outnumbered, and to be frank, you guys are the ones who are playing with others lives. If you ask me, you're bad at it. And if you want more pain in your butt, I have a few tricks up my sleeve. So you can say, Ahee hee!(imitating Michael Jackson)." He focused his energy, ready to shift positions again if needed.

Caine's eyes narrowed, his anger boiling over. "You think your little tricks can save you? I’ll show you what true power looks like!" He lunged forward, his fists crackling with dark energy as he used his blood technique called blood hardening, which can make his body harder than steel, and aimed a powerful punch at Cymac. But Cymac just teleported and teleported him in front of Baraka's trap on the ground, and a large explosion reverberated.

The explosion rocked the clinic once more, sending shockwaves through the air as Caine collided with Baraka's trap. The force of the blast sent debris flying, and the room was filled with a cacophony of shouts and the sound of crumbling walls. Cymac stood at a safe distance, a satisfied grin on his face as he watched the chaos unfold.

"Did you see that?! I should be the vice captain of the Black Knights with those ability controls," he exclaimed, his voice filled with excitement. "I just sent him right into his own trap! This is too easy!"

The dust began to settle, revealing the aftermath of Cymac's clever maneuver. Caine lay sprawled on the ground, groaning in pain, while Baraka, momentarily stunned by the explosion, shook his head to clear the ringing in his ears. The clinic was a battlefield, with debris scattered everywhere and the air thick with tension.

"Get up, Caine!" Baraka barked, his voice booming as he glared at Cymac. "You’re making us look weak!"

"Well, yeah. To be honest, for me, but no offense," he said while sitting at the top of a mountain of chairs and rocks, taking a sip of his coffee.

As Yumi, Alicia, and Emily struggled to regain their footing after Fiona's explosive blood magic, they exchanged worried glances. "We need to regroup and come up with a new plan," Alicia urged, her voice strained but resolute.

"Right," Yumi replied, brushing dust from her clothes. "We can't let her get the upper hand again. We need to find a way to counter her blood magic."

Emily nodded, her eyes scanning the room for any sign of Fiona. "We have to be careful. She’s dangerous, and we can’t underestimate her."

Meanwhile, Cymac was reveling in his recent success against Caine. "Did you see that?! I should be the vice captain of the Black Knights with those ability controls!" he exclaimed, his excitement palpable. He took a sip of his coffee, completely unfazed by the chaos around him.

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"Oh wait,(raising his finger), oh, I just got a few pennies. Is that enough?" Cymac mockingly said.

Caine's face twisted in rage at Cymac's taunts, his fists clenching as he struggled to his feet. "You think you can mock me and get away with it? I’ll show you the consequences of your arrogance!" He charged forward, his body still crackling with dark energy, but Cymac was ready. He just teleported him in front of Andrew's thunder spear, piercing his heart, killing him instantly. "Man, that was quick. As he says that, he falls to his knees.

"Hey, you okay?" Andrew asked.

"Heh, I never use that much ki ability in one fight, but what do you think?" He asked back while panting.

"Heh, you're awesome, bruh. You are truly a captain-level hunter," he praised him.

"I know, right! Yes, I am. Soon I'll be creating my own squad, and I'll let you be my squad vice captain." While he continued his murmur, Andrew left him and helped the others.

The clinic was a war zone, the air thick with dust and the acrid scent of burnt energy. As the dust settled, Yumi, Alicia, and Emily regrouped, their expressions a mix of determination and concern. They had witnessed the chaos unfold around them, and now they needed to act quickly before Fiona could regain her composure.

"Where is she?" Yumi asked, scanning the room for any sign of the vampire noble. "We can't let her escape."

Alicia shook her head, her brow furrowed in concentration. "She’s probably regrouping, trying to figure out her next move. We need to be ready for anything."

Emily nodded, her grip tightening around her weapon. "Let’s not give her the chance. We need to find her before she can use that blood magic again."

Meanwhile, Cymac was still catching his breath, the adrenaline from his earlier success coursing through him. He watched as Andrew helped the others, a sense of pride swelling within him. "I can’t believe I just took out a vampire noble like that. I'm the best!" he said, a grin spreading across his face. "This is going to be a story for the ages."

"Focus, Cymac!" Andrew called out, his voice cutting through Cymac's revelry. "We still have Fiona to deal with. We can’t afford to get complacent."

Cymac nodded, shaking off the remnants of his excitement. "Right, right. Let’s find her."

As they moved cautiously through the clinic, the atmosphere was tense. The remnants of the battle lay scattered around them—broken furniture, shattered glass, and the lingering energy of their previous attacks. They had to stay alert; Fiona was cunning and dangerous.

Suddenly, a chilling laugh echoed through the clinic, sending shivers down their spines. "You think you can defeat me so easily?" Fiona's voice rang out, dripping with malice. "You’re all just pawns in a game far beyond your understanding."

Yumi's heart raced as she turned to face the source of the voice. "There she is!" she shouted, pointing toward Fiona, who stood at the far end of the room, her dark energy swirling around her like a storm.

Fiona raised her hands, and the dark tendrils of energy began to coalesce into a massive, swirling vortex. Of blood swipes was unleashed: "You’ve made a grave mistake by challenging me! I will show you the true power of a vampire noble!"

Then, Cymac just teleported her in front of our control beast form, Deyviel, so he caught her. She tried to make him explode, but it had no effect on Deyviel's form; his scales are harder than the strongest metal. So Deyviel just ripped her head's off and roared loudly! "Hey Andrew, remind me later not to piss that blockhead off." Andrew just nodded.

"Yeah, me too."

The clinic fell silent for a moment, the aftermath of Deyviel's brutal display echoing in the stunned faces of the remaining hunters. Fiona's body crumpled to the ground, her dark energy dissipating into the air like smoke. The tension that had filled the room moments before was replaced by a heavy stillness, punctuated only by the distant sounds of battle still raging elsewhere in the clinic.

Yumi, Alicia, and Emily stood wide-eyed, their hearts racing as they processed what had just happened. "Did... did that really just happen?" Emily stammered, her voice barely above a whisper.

Cymac, still catching his breath, looked at Deyviel with a mix of awe and fear. "I mean, I knew he was strong, but that was something else," he said, shaking his head in disbelief. "I thought we were in trouble for a second there."

Andrew stepped forward, his expression serious as he surveyed the scene. "We need to regroup and assess our situation. There are still other enemies in the clinic, and we can't let our guard down. Let's go help Ethan and Mizuno."

Meanwhile Ethan and Mizuno are still locked in combat with Balthazar.

"I thought I'd killed you, you freak!!!" He shouted while attacking Balthazar with his arnis (a Filipino weapon).

Balthazar laughed, a chilling sound that echoed through the clinic. "You really think you can get rid of me that easily? I’m not so easily dispatched, little hunter!" He dodged Ethan's swift strikes with a grace that belied his size, his movements fluid and calculated.

Mizuno, standing back to back with Ethan, gritted his teeth. "We need to find a way to pin him down. He’s too slippery! Because of his shadow ability." She glanced at Ethan, her eyes filled with determination. "We can’t let him get the upper hand."

Ethan nodded, his grip tightening around his arnis. "Let’s try to corner him. If we can limit his movement, we might stand a chance." He feigned a strike to the left, drawing Balthazar's attention, then quickly pivoted to the right, aiming for a strike to the vampire's midsection.

Balthazar's eyes narrowed as he anticipated Ethan's feint. With a swift motion, he sidestepped the attack, his shadowy form blending seamlessly with the dim light of the clinic. "You’re predictable, Hunter," he taunted, his voice dripping with disdain. "You’ll have to do better than that to catch me."

Mizuno seized the moment, her own weapon—a sleek katana—glinting in the low light. "Ethan, now!" she shouted, launching herself forward with a burst of speed. She aimed a precise strike at Balthazar's exposed side, hoping to catch him off guard.

Balthazar, however, was quick to react. He twisted away from Mizuno's blade, but not before she managed to graze his arm, leaving a shallow cut. "You little—" he hissed, his eyes flashing with anger. The wound began to ooze a dark, viscous liquid that seemed to absorb the light around it.

"Got you!" Ethan shouted, taking advantage of Balthazar's momentary distraction. He lunged forward, aiming to pin the vampire against the wall. But Balthazar, fueled by rage, unleashed a wave of shadow energy that sent Ethan sprawling backward.

"Foolish child!" Balthazar roared, his voice echoing through the clinic. "You think you can defeat me with mere tricks? I am a creature of the night, and you are nothing but a fleeting shadow!"

Mizuno quickly regained her footing, her heart racing as she assessed the situation. "We need to work together, Ethan! We can’t let him divide us!" She glanced around, searching for anything they could use to their advantage.

Ethan nodded, determination etched on his face. "Right! Let’s try to corner him again. If we can force him into a position where he can’t escape, we might have a chance."

As they strategized, Balthazar's laughter echoed ominously through the clinic. "You think you can outsmart me? I’ve been playing this game for centuries!" He summoned dark tendrils of shadow that snaked across the floor, reaching for Ethan and Mizuno.

"Watch out!" Mizuno shouted, dodging to the side as the tendrils lashed out, narrowly missing her. "We need to keep moving!"

Ethan gritted his teeth, his mind racing. "If we can disrupt his concentration, we might be able to break his hold on the shadows!" He glanced at Mizuno, who was already formulating a plan. "On my mark, we strike together!"

"Got it," Mizuno replied, his grip tightening around his katana. Water dragon hydra at his back shooting concentrated water cannons. Let’s do this! He says and dashes alongside his hydras. And the water at his feet allowing him to glide to the walls.

As Balthazar continued to manipulate the shadows, Ethan and Mizuno sprang into action. They moved in tandem, their movements synchronized as they closed the distance between them and the vampire. Ethan feigned a strike to the left, drawing Balthazar's attention, while Mizuno darted in from the right, aiming for a decisive blow, the air thick with tension and the remnants of battle. As Ethan and Mizuno executed their plan, the shadows around Balthazar writhed and twisted, responding to his commands. But the vampire was momentarily distracted by the duo's coordinated assault, and that was all the opening they needed.

"Now!" Ethan shouted, his voice cutting through the din. He lunged forward, his arms aimed directly at Balthazar's heart. At the same time, Mizuno unleashed his water dragon hydras, the concentrated blasts of water surging toward the vampire like a torrent.

Balthazar's eyes widened in surprise as he realized he was being flanked. "No! You can't—" he began, but it was too late. The water dragons struck first, crashing into him with a force that disrupted his shadow manipulation. The tendrils of darkness faltered, and for a brief moment, Balthazar was vulnerable.

Ethan seized the opportunity, his arnis slicing through the air as he aimed for Balthazar's midsection. The vampire attempted to sidestep, but the water's impact had thrown him off balance. Ethan's weapon connected, piercing through the vampire's defenses and drawing a pained gasp from Balthazar.

"You think you can hurt me?" Balthazar snarled, his voice laced with fury. He staggered back, clutching the wound as dark energy began to swirl around him, attempting to heal the injury. "I will not be defeated by the likes of you!"

Mizuno, sensing the urgency of the moment, pressed her advantage. "We have to keep him on the defensive!" she urged, his katana glinting as he prepared for another strike. "Ethan, don’t let up!"

Ethan nodded, his resolve hardening as he prepared for another assault. "Right! Let’s finish this!" He charged forward again, his arnis poised for another strike, while Mizuno flanked him, ready to support with his water dragons.

Balthazar, now visibly enraged, unleashed a torrent of shadow energy, attempting to push back against their combined assault. "You think you can defeat me with mere tricks and teamwork? I am the darkness that consumes all!" he roared, his voice echoing ominously through the facility.

Ethan and Mizuno exchanged a determined glance, their hearts racing as they faced the furious vampire. "We can’t let him intimidate us," Mizuno said, his voice steady despite the chaos. "We’ve come too far to back down now."

"Agreed," Ethan replied, his grip tightening around his arnis. "We need to push through his defenses. If we can keep him off balance, we might be able to finish this."

With renewed determination, they charged at Balthazar once more. Mizuno summoned his water dragons, directing them to swirl around the vampire, creating a barrier of water that disrupted his shadow manipulation. The water glistened in the dim light, reflecting their resolve.

Balthazar snarled, his eyes narrowing as he tried to regain control over the shadows. "You think your little tricks can stop me? I will show you the true power of the night!" He unleashed a wave of dark energy, but Mizuno was ready. He redirected the water dragons to absorb the attack, the two forces colliding in a spectacular display of power.

"Now, Ethan!" Mizuno shouted, his voice cutting through the chaos. But Balthazar managed to call his. Open his authority. "Darkness void!" As he said that, the whole field of view of the duo was covered by darkness.

"Fuck, what do we do now, Cap?!" Mizuno asks.

"I dunno, just let me think," Ethan replied.

The darkness enveloped Ethan and Mizuno, swallowing the facility in an inky void that seemed to stretch on forever. The air grew thick and heavy, and the sounds of battle faded into an eerie silence. Ethan's heart raced as he strained to see anything in the pitch-blackness.

"Mizuno!" he called out, his voice echoing in the void. "Can you still hear me?"

"Yeah, I’m here!" Mizuno replied, his voice steady despite the oppressive darkness. "We need to find a way to counter this. Balthazar is using his shadows to disorient us."

Ethan took a deep breath, trying to calm his racing heart. "We can’t let him control the battlefield. If we can disrupt his focus, we might be able to break through this darkness."

Mizuno nodded, his mind racing. "I can use my water dragons to create a barrier. If we can channel enough energy, we might be able to push back against the shadows."

"Good idea," Ethan said, his voice filled with determination. "Let’s do it together. On three, we unleash everything we’ve got."

"Right!" Mizuno agreed. "One… two… three!"

In unison, they summoned their powers. Mizuno focused on the water dragons, channeling his energy into them, while Ethan drew upon his own ki, infusing it into his arnis. The darkness around them began to pulse and writhe as they unleashed their combined attack.

"Water Dragon Barrage!" Mizuno shouted, sending forth a torrent of water dragons that surged through the darkness, illuminating the void with their shimmering light.

Ethan followed suit, his arnis glowing with energy as he shouted, "Arnis Strike!" He thrust his weapon forward, sending a wave of energy that cut through the shadows.

The two forces collided with the darkness, creating a brilliant explosion of light that shattered the void. The shadows recoiled, and for a brief moment, Balthazar's control faltered as they continued to push Balthazar's shadow dome. Deyviel fires his giant, condensed, red blood bomb towards Lancer's direction. And Balthazar notices it, and he utters.

"Oh no…"

The hunters facility was a cacophony of chaos, the air thick with tension and the remnants of battle. As the brilliant explosion of light shattered the darkness, Ethan and Mizuno felt a surge of hope. They had managed to disrupt Balthazar's control, but the vampire was not finished yet.

Balthazar's eyes widened in horror as he realized the impending threat of Deyviel's massive dark red bomb hurtling toward Lancer. "No! You can't—" he shouted, but it was too late. The energy surged forward, a force of nature that could not be stopped.

And all of a sudden, Mizuno and Ethan were already outside of the blast zone. As they opened their eyes, they saw the distraction caused by possessed Deyviel, who later on they'll be calling His Demon Form.

The hunter's facility was a battlefield, the air thick with the acrid scent of burnt energy and the remnants of chaos. As the dust settled from the explosion, Ethan and Mizuno stood outside the blast zone, their hearts racing as they processed the events that had just unfolded. They had narrowly escaped the devastation, but the fight was far from over.

"We're alive?! Dude, we're alive!! Hahaha." Mizuno celebrated, but Ethan isn't happy about it because the one who saved them is none other than the very person he wanted to kill, the very person who killed his whole clan/family, his uncle. Ethan narrowed his eyes.

"Why? he asked, but Balthazar just stood there unresponsive, frowning.

"I SAID WHY!! ANSWER ME, YOU DAMN MONSTER!" Ethan finally snaps!

Balthazar's expression shifted from one of shock to a cold, calculating gaze as he regarded Ethan. "You think you can demand answers from me, little hunter?" he sneered, his voice dripping with disdain. "You are nothing but a fleeting moment in my eternal existence."

Ethan's fists clenched, his heart pounding with a mix of anger and confusion. "You killed my family! You destroyed everything I held dear! And now you save us for what? So you can continue to see me suffer, acting like you’re untouchable?" His voice trembled with rage, the memories of his past flooding back—his home in ruins, the faces of his loved ones forever lost.

Balthazar's cold laughter echoed through the remnants of the hunters facility, a chilling sound that sent shivers down Ethan's spine. "You think your pain matters to me? Your family was weak, and weakness deserves to be eradicated. I did you a favor by freeing you from their pathetic existence. Your mother and father chose their deaths. I offered them freedom and eternal life—a salvation! What did they do in return?! They tried to kill me! Her little brother! I just want her to live long, but she chooses to side with those fucking humans.! ."

Ethan's heart raced as Balthazar's words cut through him like a knife. The vampire's twisted logic only fueled his anger. "You think you did them a favor? You think killing them was some kind of mercy?" Ethan's voice trembled with fury. "You’re a monster, Balthazar! You took everything from me, and I will make you pay for it!"

Balthazar's eyes glinted with amusement, as if Ethan's rage was nothing more than a source of entertainment. "And what do you plan to do, little boy? You think you can defeat me? You’re just a child playing at being a hero. You have no idea what true power is."

Mizuno, standing beside Ethan, felt the tension in the air. "Ethan, we need to focus. We need to go back to our friends; just ignore him; besides, if my guess is right, he doesn't want to kill us. At least not anymore. Am I right, Balthie?" Mizuno chimed in, grabbing Ethan's arm and urging him to move.

Balthazar just smirked, his expression one of twisted satisfaction. "Heh, so you're watching?" he said, his voice dripping with condescension.

As Mizuno pulled Ethan away, the two of them sprinted back toward their friends, the sounds of battle still echoing in the clinic. They could see the remnants of the chaos around them—broken furniture, shattered glass, and the lingering energy of their previous attacks. They had to stay alert; the fight was far from over.

Meanwhile, Deyviel was still locked in a fierce struggle against Lancer, his body moving on instinct as if possessed by a primal force. Unleashing a barrage of smaller dark red orb bombs and cluster of exploxions reververated through out the area. While Lancer woke up a few minutes after getting hit by Deyviel's giant dark red orb of energy. He's hurt really badly but still alive. Tsk, that's was a nice Y you have there, brat! "He snarled. And Deyviel just growled at him and vanished and appeared beside him, backhanding Lancer and sending him flying through mountains.

The impact of Deyviel's backhand sent Lancer crashing through the mountains, the force of the blow creating a shockwave that rattled the very earth beneath them. Dust and debris filled the air as Lancer struggled to regain his footing, his body battered but not broken. He glared at Deyviel, a mix of anger and disbelief etched across his face.

"You think you can just toy with me? I'm the one why a pathetic being like you is now possessing that kind of power! Because of me, you're now has a demonic power! You shouldn't be attacking me; I'm your master, your creator! Obey me, human!" Lancer spat, wiping blood from the corner of his mouth. "I am not some weakling you can dismiss so easily!Deyviel's growl reverberated through the air.

"And all of a sudden he heard him laughing maniacally, his voice somewhat demonic and horrifying; if a normal person hears it, they will go insane by listening to it. As he continue to laugh, we could see his mouth is glowing with cracks and patterns on his full body scales glowing red, and finally it spoke. So you're the one who's trying to connect to the utter Gods? Hahahaha!

You think you can control me? You think you can command a force of nature?"Deyviel's voice echoed, a deep, resonant growl that sent chills down Lancer's spine. The air around them crackled with energy, the very fabric of reality seeming to warp under the weight of Deyviel's power.

Lancer's bravado faltered for a moment, his eyes widening as he took a step back. "What are you talking about? You’re just a human! You’re nothing without me!" he shouted, trying to regain his composure. But the fear creeping into his voice was unmistakable. Deyviel's laughter continued, a sound that resonated with both madness and power. "You think I need you? You were merely a vessel for their war! Hahahaha! A means to an end. I am a transcended being beyond your control! I am the embodiment of chaos and destruction; I am the new De—but as he says that, something inside him cuts him off, and he holds his head in pain. And fall into his knees. And one voice resurface." Fuck"

And this is the opportunity Lancer needed to escape. As he escapes, he vows he will take his revenge on him someday. "I am surely going to kill you with my own hands, Deyviel Keith, marine!" he shouted as he flew off he shouted.

To be continued.....