Kiss of the vampire

"The Girl with the Sharp sword"

Mission twenty: the king of the Vampire vs The Beast part 1

After that failed raid in Egypt, everything at the base was in shambles. After we confirmed the death of two squads, only the falling swords captain and her vice managed to survive with their teeth intact. Most of them were gravely injured.

It's because of one single vampire that appears right in front of them.

The Vampire King himself has arrived and wiped the Thunderbird squad. The atmosphere in the base was thick with despair and disbelief. The remnants of the falling swords gathered in the dimly lit command center, mourning the loss of their friends and fellow hunters, their faces pale and drawn. The flickering lights overhead cast long shadows, mirroring the weight of their loss.

The atmosphere in the command center was suffocating, filled with the heavy silence of grief and shock. Captain Chloe Natalie Udovenko stood at the front; even injured, she still insisted on going to the funeral, her expression a mix of anger and sorrow as she surveyed the faces of her surviving team members. The loss of the Thunderbird squad weighed heavily on her heart, and the reality of their situation was beginning to sink in.

"We need to regroup and assess our next steps," she said, her voice steady despite the turmoil inside her. "We can't let their sacrifice be in vain. We need to figure out what the Vampire King wants and how we can stop him."

The room was filled with a palpable tension as the surviving members of the Falling Swords gathered around Captain Chloe. Each face reflected a different shade of grief, anger, and determination. The loss of their comrades was a wound that would take time to heal, but Chloe knew they had to channel that pain into action. As she remembered what happened and how Lancer, the Vampire King, toyed with them before killing most of her men. As he stood tall above her and spoke. "You humans really think you're winning? You win because I let you win, not because you bested me. Now I want you to understand that I, Lancer the Vampire King, will soon be your king!! You'll bow down to me!" As he said that, the Thunderbird subordinate fell one by one. And she turned her head; her subordinate was already lying on the ground too. Only she remains standing. "Ok, I'll let you decide who will survive with you," he said, and her remaining eye widened in shock at what she heard. "Go, okay, choose," he added. One of the hunters forces his body up using his intact right arm.

"Captain, please take the vice captain, Anastasia, with you. Leave us here," Marcus said.

Chloe's heart sank as she heard Marcus's desperate plea. The weight of his sacrifice hung heavy in the air, and she could see the determination etched on his face, even as blood pooled around him. The room fell silent, the gravity of the moment pressing down on everyone present.

"Marcus, no!" Chloe's voice cracked, her resolve faltering for a moment. "I can't leave you all behind. We fight together, or we don't fight at all!"

But Marcus shook his head, his expression fierce despite the pain. "You know as well as I do that we can't win this fight. Not against him. If you stay, we all die. You have to take Anastasia and get out of here. You have to warn the others. You have to—"

"Enough!" Chloe's voice rose, cutting through the despair. "I won't abandon you. I won't let Lancer win by forcing us to turn on each other.

"Are you done with your dramatic goodbyes? Man, give this man a Grammy! If you won't move, I'll help you move. Balthazar, move them out here!" Lancer ordered.

"As you wish, my lord!" As Balthazar followed Lancer's command, he just lifted his finger, and Chloe and Anastasia were covered in shadow, and all of a sudden they were in the reinforcement team jet.

The jet's interior was stark and utilitarian, a far cry from the chaos they had just escaped. The hum of the engines was a constant reminder of their precarious situation, and the dim lighting did little to ease the weight of their grief. Chloe sat in silence, her heart heavy with the loss of her team, her mind racing with thoughts of revenge and survival.

Back to present

One large shockwave reverberated into the training room as Deyviel punched the wall.

"Damn it, we lost people again," Deyviel angrily shouted. Ethan just stood there, eyes closed, arms crossed.

"Bruh. We understand what you're feeling right now, but destroying things won't make up for what happened," Denver said.

Kliev steps in. Let him be Denver; let him release that anger. It won't do good if he bent that in our mission. When all of a sudden, Mizuno and Cymac come running into the room. Ethan's eyes snap open.

"What happened? he asked. But before he started his sentence, Deyviel started running, going somewhere.

"What happened to him? Alicia asked.

"Hey Mizuno, go on!" He ordered.

"Ah…cap one of the twins (Rebecca) returns!" As he said that, all of the Black Knights eyes widen, and they all realize why Deyviel began running somewhere, and all of them hurriedly run to the hangar. The hangar was a cacophony of noise as the massive doors creaked open, revealing the sleek silhouette of the Black Knights' aircraft. The air was thick with anticipation, and the tension was palpable as the team rushed inside. Deyviel was already at the edge of the hangar, his eyes fixed on the descending ramp of the jet, heart racing with a mix of hope and dread.

As the ramp lowered, a figure emerged, silhouetted against the bright light of the hangar. It was Rebecca, one of the twins, her expression a mix of exhaustion and determination. The moment she stepped off the ramp, Deyviel's heart soared, but it was quickly tempered by the sight of her injuries—bruises and cuts marred her skin, and her clothes were tattered from the battle.

"Deyviel!" she called out, her voice strained but filled with relief. "We need to talk. It’s urgent!"

Deyviel rushed forward, his anger momentarily forgotten. Where's your sister Rachel? Where's Ghelle Micah and the others?"What happened?"

Rebecca shook her head, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. "They're safe for now, but we lost more than we anticipated. The Vampire King… he’s not just a threat; he’s a force we can’t underestimate. He’s gathering power, and he’s not alone."

The weight of Rebecca's words hung in the air like a thick fog, suffocating and heavy. Deyviel's heart sank further as he processed the implications of her message. The Vampire King was not just a singular threat; he was building an army. And now he's on the move!"As she said that, she could see Deyviel was not surprised." What happened here?"She suddenly asked.

"Long story short, we'd lost two whole two squads in one of our missions in Egypt," General McDougal chimed in. "Deyviel, carry her to the clinic. She needs to be healed before we ask her anything else." He ordered Rebecca, whose face lightened up to see the general's face, but as she pulled out something from her backpack, she fainted.

Deyviel's instincts kicked in as he caught Rebecca just before she hit the ground. The urgency of the situation surged through him, and he quickly lifted her into his arms, cradling her against his chest. The hangar, once filled with the sounds of machinery and the bustle of the Black Knights, fell silent as everyone turned their attention to the scene unfolding before them.

"Get the medical team!" General McDougal barked, his voice cutting through the tension like a knife. "Now!"

Ethan rushed to the nearest intercom, relaying the order while Denver and Kliev moved to assist Deyviel, helping him navigate through the throng of concerned teammates. Mizuno and Cymac followed closely, their expressions a mix of worry and determination.

As they made their way to the clinic, Deyviel's mind raced with questions. What had happened to Rebecca and her sister? What did she mean about the Vampire King being on the move? The weight of their losses in Egypt still hung heavily on his heart, and now, with Rebecca's condition, he felt a renewed sense of urgency.

Once they reached the clinic, the medical team was already waiting, their faces set with grim determination. They quickly took Rebecca from Deyviel's arms, placing her on a stretcher and beginning to assess her injuries. Deyviel stood back, his fists clenched, feeling helpless as they worked.

"She’s stable, but we need to get her patched up quickly," one of the medics said, glancing at Deyviel. "You did well to bring her here so fast."

Deyviel nodded, his heart still racing as he watched the medical team work. The sterile smell of antiseptic filled the air, mingling with the tension that hung over the clinic. He felt a mix of relief and anxiety; Rebecca was alive, but the sight of her injuries was a stark reminder of the dangers they faced.

"Ah hunter Deyviel, this thing fall to her hand." As she give it To Deyviel his eyes widen and all of his vision turned white.

"Fuck!" he murmured, and then all of a sudden a voice spoke.

"Welcome back, Deyviel!"

"What the hell happened, Sir Deyviel?! Hunter, sir!" The head nurse asks him, but Deyviel just stands there, unresponsive, eyes white. "General, what happened? Why isn't he responding?" The head nurse asks and is about to cry.

"Shit, don't worry, child. The blockhead is fine. He just entered into what they called a dream state. But why now, all of a sudden, is his body moving on its own and dashing forward?

"Fuck, what is this brat doing running around like a madman?" And that's what hit him when he looked at Deyviels's hands and eye. "Damn it, his body moves on its own towards the other artifacts. All men stop Hunter Martine! Don't let him reach the vault!" He ordered, his voice booming into the whole facility.

Ethan, Mizuno, Kliev, Alicia, Yumi, and Emily heard it and rushed to the scene as they stood in front of Deyviel, facing all of the four generals (McDougal, Adrac, Arthur, and Monica) alongside the commanders. As they arrive, all of them are trying to stop Deyviel from entering the vault, which is where the two artifacts are held (one from a shrine in Japan, one from Egypt brought by Chloe).

"What the fuck are you doing, brother!" Denver shouted, but Deyviel didn't answer but dashed forward and attacked all the generals.

The air crackled with tension as Deyviel barreled toward the vault, his body moving with a purpose that felt foreign to him. The world around him blurred, and the voices of his friends faded into a distant echo. All he could focus on was the artifact—the one that had slipped into his hands, igniting something deep within him.

"Stop him!" General McDougal shouted, his voice laced with urgency. The other generals moved to intercept Deyviel, but he was fueled by an instinct he couldn't comprehend, a primal drive that pushed him forward.

"Deyviel, please!" Ethan's voice broke through the chaos, but it was too late. Deyviel's fist connected with the first general, Arthur, sending him sprawling back against the wall. The force of the blow reverberated through the room, and the other generals quickly regrouped, their expressions shifting from shock to determination.

"Deyviel, snap out of it!" Mizuno yelled, trying to reach him through the haze. But Deyviel's eyes were glazed over, a stark white that betrayed no recognition of his friends or the chaos he was causing.

"Tsk, men, rise; you're weapons; we're taking Deyviel down. Even if it means killing him,he ordered, and all of the people there were shocked at what he just ordered them to do. To kill his favorite student?

The tension in the clinic reached a breaking point as the generals prepared to subdue Deyviel. The air was thick with uncertainty and fear, and the weight of the situation pressed heavily on everyone present. Deyviel, now a whirlwind of raw power and instinct, was a force to be reckoned with, and the thought of harming him sent shivers down the spines of his comrades.

"Deyviel, please!" Ethan shouted again, desperation lacing his voice. "You have to fight it! We’re here for you!"

But Deyviel was lost in a haze, his body moving with a will of its own. He charged at General McDougal, who braced himself for the impact. The two collided with a force that shook the very foundations of the clinic. McDougal staggered back, but he quickly regained his footing, determination etched on his face.

"Stand down, Deyviel!" McDougal commanded, his voice firm. "You’re not yourself! We can help you, son! Snap out of it."

But Deyviel didn’t respond. Instead, he lunged at General Adrac, weapon raised (his thousand-ton hammer), with a speed and ferocity that left the other generals scrambling to defend themselves. Adrac barely managed to dodge the blow, countering with a swift kick aimed at Deyviel’s midsection. The strike connected, but Deyviel barely flinched, his body seemingly impervious to pain.

"He's not just fighting us; he's fighting something inside him!" Adrac shouted, his eyes wide with realization. "We need to subdue him without causing serious harm!"

"How do we do that?" Monica replied, her voice strained. "He’s too far gone!"

Meanwhile, Ethan, Mizuno, Kliev, and the others stood frozen, torn between the instinct to protect their friend and the need to restrain him. They exchanged worried glances, each of them grappling with the gravity of the situation.

"Deyviel!" Mizuno called out, his voice cutting through the chaos. "You’re stronger than this! Remember who you are! We’re your friends!"

For a brief moment, Deyviel hesitated, his body pausing mid-attack as if caught in a tug-of-war between two forces. The white in his eyes flickered, revealing a glimmer of recognition. But it was fleeting, and the primal instinct surged back, propelling him forward once more. And and released a blood-curdling roar that put everyone on their knees.

"GrrrrRaaaorhh!!!!!!!!" He roared, and all of the weak hunters, one by one, fell unconscious. By the his roar! And his hair slowly turning white and long. And all of a sudden two items burst through the vault and landed into Deyviel's hands. And a big flash of light envelops the surroundings. And as the bright light subsided, all they could see was a being covered with scales, sharp claws, and two horns that curved above his head and straight down to the side of his face. And spikes to his shoulder and some cracks that glowed red, and he was releasing an intense pressure that put everyone into their knees but not the generals and the commanders.

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The transformation was nothing short of catastrophic. Deyviel, once a steadfast ally, now stood before them as a creature of raw power and primal fury. The scales glimmered ominously under the clinic's fluorescent lights, and the air crackled with energy as he flexed his claws, the sharp tips glinting like daggers. The sight was both awe-inspiring and terrifying, a reminder of the thin line between humanity and monstrosity.

General McDougal, still reeling from the impact of Deyviel's earlier assault, quickly regained his composure. "We need to contain him!" he shouted, rallying the other generals. "He’s lost control, but we can’t let him hurt anyone else!"

Adrac nodded, his expression grim. "We have to subdue him without causing permanent damage. If we can just get him to calm down—"

"Calm down?" Monica interjected, her voice laced with urgency. "Look at him! He’s not just angry; he’s transformed into something else entirely!"

Ethan, Mizuno, Kliev, and the others struggled to their feet, their hearts pounding in their chests. The pressure emanating from Deyviel was suffocating, and they could feel the weight of his power pressing down on them. "Deyviel!" Ethan called out, desperation creeping into his voice. "You have to fight it! Remember us! Remember who you are!"

For a moment, Deyviel's eyes flickered again, the white fading to reveal the familiar warmth of his gaze. But it was quickly overshadowed by the primal instinct that had taken hold of him. He let out another roar, this one more guttural and filled with rage, sending shockwaves through the clinic. The walls trembled, and the lights flickered ominously.

"Get back!" General McDougal ordered, raising his weapon. "We need to create a barrier!"

The generals quickly formed a line, their weapons drawn, ready to defend against the creature that had once been their comrade. "We can’t let him break free from this room!" Adrac shouted, his voice steady despite the chaos. "We need to contain him until we can figure out how to bring him back!"

As they prepared to engage, Deyviel lunged forward, his claws outstretched. The generals braced themselves, but before they could react, a blinding flash erupted from the artifacts in his hands. The light enveloped the room, momentarily blinding everyone.

When the light faded, Deyviel stood still, his body trembling as if caught in a battle between two forces. The scales shimmered, and the air was thick with tension. The generals exchanged worried glances, unsure of what would happen next.

"Deyviel!" Mizuno shouted, his voice cutting through the silence. "You have to fight it! We’re here for you!"

In that moment, Deyviel's form flickered, the monstrous visage wavering as if struggling against an unseen force. The glow of the artifacts pulsed in rhythm with his heartbeat, and for a fleeting second, the familiar spark of recognition returned to his eyes.

"Deyviel, please!" Kliev added, stepping forward despite the overwhelming pressure. "You’re stronger than this! You can overcome it!"

The creature's expression shifted, a flicker of confusion crossing his features. The scales began to recede, and the claws retracted slightly, as if Deyviel was fighting against the transformation. But just as hope began to rise, the primal instinct surged back, and he let out another roar, this one filled with anguish.

"Stop!" General McDougal commanded, his voice booming. "We need to create a distraction! If we can draw his attention away from the artifacts, we might be able to break the hold on him!"

"On my mark!" Adrac replied, readying his weapon. "We’ll need to work together to subdue him without causing harm!"

As they prepared to execute their plan, Ethan took a deep breath, his heart racing. "Deyviel! Remember our training! Remember who you are! You’re not just a weapon; you’re our friend!"

The creature paused, the flicker of recognition growing stronger. The scales shimmered, and the glow of the artifacts dimmed slightly. Deyviel's eyes darted around the room, searching for something, someone. When all of a sudden they heard someone's voice.

"Well, it's about time we take these things from you. Thanks for incubating it for me," the voice said as he was about to pick up the fused artifacts, but Ethan, Denver, and Kliev sprung into action and kicked his hand away from it.

"Nice move, humans," the mysterious man said while chuckling.

"Man, when I think things won't get any worse, long time no see, Lancer Vlad Valcegor! Or let's say you prepared King of the Vampires! General McDougal said with anger in his voice.

The atmosphere in the clinic shifted dramatically as Lancer Vlad Valcegor, the Vampire King, stepped into the fray. His presence was suffocating, a dark aura that seemed to absorb the very light around him. The tension in the room escalated, and the air crackled with the anticipation of conflict.

"Deyviel, focus!" Ethan shouted, trying to keep his friend grounded amidst the chaos. "You’re stronger than him! Remember who you are!"

"Progenitor of all Vampires," Denver whispered.

Lancer's lips curled into a smirk, his eyes glinting with malice. "Ah, the little hunters think they can save their friend. How quaint. But you see, I’ve come to collect what’s rightfully mine." He gestured toward the artifacts still clutched in Deyviel's claws, their glow pulsating ominously.

"Those artifacts are not yours, Lancer!" General McDougal barked, stepping forward, his weapon raised. "You will not take them without a fight!"

Lancer chuckled, a low, menacing sound that sent shivers down the spines of everyone present. "A fight? Oh, I do love a good fight. But I must warn you, I’m not the only one who has grown stronger. Deyviel here is a vessel of untapped power, and with the right push, he could become a true weapon for my cause."

"Deyviel, fight it!" Mizuno urged, his voice filled with desperation. "You’re not a weapon! You’re our friend!"

For a moment, Deyviel's eyes flickered again, the white receding to reveal the familiar warmth beneath. But Lancer's voice cut through the air like a knife, pulling him back into the depths of his primal instincts. "You think you can save him? He belongs to me now. I will make him my champion the new envoy of Darkness, and together we will bring this world to its knees!"

The generals exchanged worried glances, realizing the gravity of the situation. They had to act quickly before Deyviel was lost to them forever. "We need to create a diversion," General Adrac said, his voice steady. "If we can distract Lancer, we might be able to break the hold he has on Deyviel."

"On my mark," McDougal replied, his eyes narrowing as he prepared for the confrontation. "We need to work together. This is our only chance."

As they readied themselves, Lancer took a step forward, his eyes gleaming with dark amusement. "You think you can stop me? I’ve already won. Deyviel is mine, and soon, the world will bow to my will."

With a sudden burst of energy, Lancer lunged toward Deyviel, aiming to seize the artifacts from his grasp. But in that moment, Ethan, Denver, and Kliev sprang into action, intercepting Lancer with a coordinated attack. They struck with precision, hoping to buy Deyviel the time he needed to regain control.

"Deyviel, focus on us!" Denver shouted, his voice cutting through the chaos. "We’re here for you! Remember your training, remember your friends!"

The clash of weapons echoed through the clinic as the generals engaged Lancer, their movements fluid and precise. But Lancer was a force to be reckoned with, his speed and strength formidable. He dodged their attacks with ease, a wicked grin plastered across his face.

"You think you can defeat me? I am the Vampire King!" he taunted, his voice dripping with arrogance. "You are nothing but insects beneath my heel!"

"Yes, we can." As Vice Captain Elric teleported Captain Cooper above Lancer, launching a surprise aerial attack. The two captains descended upon Lancer with a flurry of strikes, their weapons glinting in the harsh clinic lights. Lancer barely had time to react, his smirk faltering as he was forced to defend against their onslaught.

"Now, Deyviel!" Elric shouted, his voice cutting through the chaos. "You have to fight back! We believe in you!"

Deyviel's body trembled, caught in the throes of the transformation. The primal instincts clawed at his mind, but the voices of his friends began to pierce through the haze. He could feel their presence, their unwavering support, and it ignited a flicker of hope within him.

"Remember who you are!" Kliev shouted, his voice filled with urgency. "You’re not just a weapon; you’re our friend, you damn ass!!" He shouted, but all of a sudden someone kicked them, freeing Deyviel, and spoke, Long time no see, dear nephew (pointing at Ethan).

"You fucker! You're still alive!! Balthazar!!" Ethan shouted and lunged at him.

Balthazar, the dark enforcer of Lancer, merely chuckled as he sidestepped Ethan's attack with an effortless grace. "Oh, I’ve been around, dear Ethan. You should know by now that death is merely a temporary inconvenience for those like us." His eyes glinted with malice as he surveyed the chaos unfolding in the clinic.

Ethan's heart raced, a mix of anger and fear coursing through him. "What do you want, Balthazar? You’re not welcome here!"

"Yeah, your time into this world is over due fuck face!" Mizuno chime in.

"This time we will be putting you down," Kliev added.

While McDougal and the rest of the higher-ups are fighting Lancer, the lower-rank hunters are fighting the horde of vampires, wendigos, and ghouls that suddenly appear. And the rest of the Black Knights—Emily, Alicia, Yumi, Andrew, and Cymac—are facing off with Cain, Baraka, Fiona, and Glenn, the vampire nobles from before (the ones who captured Ghelle).

The chaos in the clinic escalated as the battle raged on, the air thick with tension and the acrid smell of blood. Deyviel stood at the center of it all, a battleground for the forces of light and darkness. The primal instincts within him clashed violently with the memories of camaraderie and friendship, creating a storm of emotions that threatened to tear him apart.

As Lancer and his minions pressed their advantage, the Black Knights fought valiantly against the tide of darkness. General McDougal and the other generals were locked in a fierce struggle with Lancer, their weapons clashing against his supernatural speed and strength. Each strike was met with a counter, and the clinic became a whirlwind of combat.

"Deyviel!" Ethan shouted, his voice rising above the din. "You have to fight it! We’re not giving up on you!" But Deyviel lunged towards a hunter and vampire who were fighting and ripped them apart, killing them both. Damn it! It looks like he doesn't know who's friendly or an enemy. Alicia, use the bind skill on Deyviel; we can't let him kill more people!"He ordered.

"Yes, captain!"

Alicia nodded, her heart racing as she prepared to use her binding skill. She focused her energy, channeling it into a shimmering barrier that enveloped Deyviel. The light pulsed around him, creating a temporary shield that would hopefully restrain his movements without causing him harm.

"Deyviel, please!" she cried out, her voice filled with urgency. "You have to fight this! We’re here for you!"

The binding light wrapped around Deyviel, momentarily halting his advance. He staggered, confusion flickering in his eyes as he struggled against the magical restraints. The primal instincts within him roared in protest, but the voices of his friends began to break through the chaos. And another ear-deafening roar he released, and some of the lower-rank vampires, wendigo, and ghouls fell to the ground.

The clinic was a battleground, a chaotic symphony of clashing metal, desperate shouts, and the anguished cries of the wounded. Deyviel stood at the center, a living embodiment of the conflict between light and darkness. The binding light from Alicia's skill wrapped around him, shimmering with a soft glow, but it was a fragile barrier against the tempest of power raging within him.

"Deyviel!" Ethan shouted again, his voice cutting through the chaos. "You have to remember who you are! We’re your friends! We’re fighting for you!"

While McDougal and the rest were on their knees panting, Lancer was laughing at them.

"Look at you, struggling against the inevitable," Lancer taunted, his voice dripping with mockery. "You think you can save him? Deyviel is mine now, and soon, this world will be too!" He said, but McDougal just smiled.

"Yeah, yeah, if that's your attitude, we will have no choice but to not hold back. Generals! And commanders! Use your soul weapons!" As he shouted that, all of their palms began to glow with a golden light, and each of them grabbed something inside of the light, and when the lights faded, all of them were holding a weapon. McDougal has a golden gauntlet (he called it doomsday) with spikes on its sides. And now his ki aura is skyrocketing. While General Adrac has his Warhammer, niegguwrath. And General Arthur has his Divine Excalibur.

"Now let's go for round 2, fuckface," McDougal shouted, and Lancer's eyes narrowed.

Lancer's laughter echoed through the clinic, a chilling sound that reverberated off the walls. "You think your little toys can match my power? How quaint! I already face humans like you possessing that kind of power you called it soul weapons?" He flexed his fingers, dark energy swirling around him like a storm. The air crackled with tension as the two sides prepared for the inevitable clash.Let me show you that not only you humans are loved by your god," he said, and as he said that, he cut his palm, and his blood dripped onto the floor, and a red light shot up, and one red blood weapon appeared. "Let me introduce to you your soul weapon's counterpart, our very own blood weapon," he said, and a creepy smile appeared on his face.

The atmosphere in the clinic shifted dramatically as Lancer summoned his blood weapon, a grotesque creation that pulsed with dark energy. It was a massive scythe, its blade glistening with a crimson hue, and it radiated an aura of malevolence that sent chills down the spines of everyone present. The very air seemed to thicken with dread as Lancer wielded the weapon with a flourish, his confidence palpable.

"Behold, the Blood Reaper!" Lancer proclaimed, his voice echoing with dark glee. "With this, I will carve a path through you and your precious friends. You think you can stand against me? You are nothing but insects to be crushed!"

General McDougal stepped forward, his gauntlet glowing with a fierce golden light. "We are not afraid of you, Lancer! We will protect Deyviel and stop your reign of terror!" He raised his gauntlet, the spikes glinting ominously as he prepared to charge.

"Then come, let us dance!" Lancer taunted, lunging forward with the Blood Reaper in hand. The scythe sliced through the air, leaving a trail of dark energy in its wake. McDougal met the attack head-on, the impact of their clash sending shockwaves through the clinic.

The other generals followed suit, each engaging Lancer with their own weapons. Adrac swung his Warhammer, Niegguwrath, with precision, while Arthur brandished his Divine Excalibur, its blade shimmering with holy light. The three generals fought in unison, their movements fluid and coordinated, but Lancer was a whirlwind of darkness, evading their strikes with supernatural agility. But Lancer was much faster and stronger as he slashed McDougal with his giant blood swipe! Alongside other generals that got caught up in the attack, the clinic erupted into chaos as Lancer's Blood Reaper cleaved through the air, its dark energy leaving a trail of destruction in its wake. General McDougal staggered back, clutching his side where the scythe had struck, blood seeping through his fingers. The other generals were quick to regroup, but the toll of Lancer's power was evident. As Lancer stepped forward and was about to decapitate McDougal, he said, "Say your last prayers, human. Be honored, because I, the vampire king, am the one who killed you. McDougal just smiled and spat blood on his feet. And Lancer's eyes narrowed in annoyance as he raised his scythe; about to cut McDougal's head off as he swung it, McDougal uttered a word: "You took so long to snap out of it, kid*skid.*smiles*es.*skid.*smiles*es Lancer's body flew through the walls, and one figure stood tall, a tail wagging, and released a blood-gurgling roar that reverberated throughout the area and was ready to face Lancer.

"You think you can stand against me?" Lancer taunted, his scythe gleaming with dark energy. "I will crush you like the insect you are!"

And Deyviel began to charge with all four like a wild animal; he dashed forward and attacked Lancer.

The clinic erupted into chaos as Deyviel, now a creature of raw power and primal fury, charged at Lancer with a ferocity that sent shockwaves through the air. The transformation had awakened something deep within him, a force that was both terrifying and awe-inspiring. The scales glimmered ominously, and the air crackled with energy as he lunged forward, claws outstretched, ready to confront the Vampire King.

Lancer, momentarily taken aback by Deyviel's sudden resurgence, quickly regained his composure. "Ah, the little beast awakens! How delightful!" he sneered, raising the Blood Reaper to meet Deyviel's charge. The two collided with a force that shook the very foundations of the clinic, the sound echoing like thunder.

Deyviel's primal instincts drove him forward, his claws raking against Lancer's scythe, sparks flying as the two forces clashed. The air was thick with tension, and the other hunters watched in awe and fear as their friend fought against the darkness that threatened to consume him. "Oh, so you don't really regain your sanity yet. Hahaha, this is fun! A human that can defy the demonic cursed corruption, hahaha, with only his instinct to protect his fellow humans, hahaha, what a wonderful specimen!" He shouted while still engaged in an intense combat with possessed Deyviel.

The battle raged on, a chaotic symphony of clashing metal, roars of primal fury, and the desperate cries of the wounded. Deyviel, now a creature of raw power, fought with an intensity that was both terrifying and awe-inspiring. His claws met Lancer's Blood Reaper in a flurry of strikes, each blow resonating with the weight of their conflict.

"You think you can defeat me, little beast?" Lancer taunted, his voice dripping with arrogance. "You are nothing but a pawn in this game, a mere vessel for my amusement!"

Deyviel growled in response, the primal instincts within him roaring to life. He lunged forward, his claws aimed at Lancer's throat, but the Vampire King sidestepped with supernatural agility, countering with a swift slash of his scythe. The blade grazed Deyviel's side, drawing blood and igniting a surge of rage within him. And Deyviel stepped back and opened his mouth, and Lancer's eyes narrowed and slowly widened when he saw something gathering in front of Deyviel's mouth, and it's began to grow big when he tried to move; something was holding him, and when he looked down, he saw two giant, blue, spirit-like arms is holding him while Deyviel was still charging his attack.

The clinic was a battleground, chaos reigning as Deyviel and Lancer clashed in a fierce struggle for dominance. The air crackled with energy, the tension palpable as the two forces collided. Deyviel, now a creature of raw power, was driven by primal instincts, but deep within him, a flicker of his humanity fought to break free.

As Lancer taunted him, Deyviel's rage surged, and he unleashed a guttural roar that echoed through the clinic. The sound reverberated off the walls, sending shivers down the spines of everyone present. The blue, spirit-like arms that held Lancer in place glowed with an ethereal light, a manifestation of Deyviel's inner strength and determination to protect his friends.

"You think you can hold me?" Lancer sneered, struggling against the spectral arms. "You are nothing but a child playing with forces beyond your comprehension!"

But Deyviel was undeterred. He focused all his energy into the gathering power in his mouth, a swirling vortex of raw energy that pulsed with intensity. The clinic trembled as the energy coalesced, forming a massive orb of light that radiated with a fierce brilliance.

"Let go of me!" Lancer roared, his voice laced with fury. He struggled against the spectral arms, but they held firm, their grip unyielding. The other generals and hunters watched in awe, their hearts racing as they witnessed the clash of titans. And all of a sud Deyviel unleashed that giant dark red ball of ord towards Lancer, and McDougal shouted, "Everyone hit the deck!!! Cover your head!!!"

"Oh no!? Balthazar uttered.

The clinic erupted into chaos as Deyviel unleashed the massive orb of dark red energy toward Lancer. The sheer force of the attack sent shockwaves through it's path destroyeing everything with 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.

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.

To be continued...