Kiss of the vampire
"The Girl with the Sharp sword"
Mission twenty two: Challenger!
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, clusters of explosions reverberated throughout 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 have 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 continued 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 falls to his knees. And one voice resurfaces: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.
"Heh, at least I have s," he murmurs as he looks at what he's holding. It turns out he grabbed the fused artifacts while fighting Deyviel.
Meanwhile, after Ben Rayleigh and his team finish their mission with the other squad, he senses something bad.
"Hey Cap, we're about to clean—" As Nharck was about finished with what he was saying, he noticed that Ben's face wasn't supposed to be frowning; he always has a calm face no matter what, but now his captain now has a serious face and is looking at somewhere. What's wrong, Cap? "he asks.
"Something is happening in the base; I'm going to tell the other captains to follow me to the base." As he vanished.
"Wa...wait, captain. Tsk, man, fine," he said and went to tell the other captains to go back to the H.Q.
Back in the base.
Deyviel is still in his demon form and trying to regain control of his body.
"Who the hell are you? Get out of my head!!" Deyviel shouted while still holding his head.
The air crackled with tension as Deyviel struggled against the internal chaos threatening to consume him. His body, still transformed into a fearsome demon, trembled with the effort of resisting the dark force that clawed at his consciousness. The remnants of Lancer's influence lingered like a shadow, whispering insidious thoughts that sought to undermine his will.
"You're weak, Deyviel," the voice taunted, echoing in the recesses of his mind. "You think you can defy me? I am the power that flows through you, the darkness that fuels your strength. Embrace it!"
"Heh, embrace my ass; I'm not embracing you, you fucker! Go find someone to gayfu," he snarled. The struggle within Deyviel intensified, the voice in his head growing louder, more insistent. "You think you can resist me? You are nothing without me! I am the darkness that gives you strength, the chaos that makes you powerful! You are merely a vessel, a puppet dancing on strings I control!"
Deyviel's fists clenched, his nails digging into his palms as he fought against the tide of despair and rage threatening to overwhelm him. "I am not your puppet!" he roared, his voice echoing through the desolate landscape around him. "I am Deyviel Keith Martine!, and I will not be your plaything! You GAY VOICE!" Deyviel shouted, but the voice is clever by showing Deyviel the deaths of his friends, and that fuels the anger inside him.
"Damn you, Vampires!" As he shouted, the voice is slowly gaining control, and again Deyviel is no more. The landscape around Deyviel shifted, the air thick with tension as the internal battle raged on. The remnants of his friends' faces flashed before him, their smiles now twisted into expressions of pain and despair. Each image was a dagger to his heart, fueling the darkness that sought to consume him.
"Look at them, Deyviel," the voice hissed, its tone dripping with malice. "They are gone because of your weakness. You could have saved them, but you hesitated. You let them die because of what? Because of your sense of justice? Don't make me laugh. People with that kind of mindset just ended up losing everything, so I advised you to embrace the power I offer, and you can bring them back. You can have your revenge. and eradicate those who threaten to harm your friends and loved ones, and you can have that hero of justice you yearn for."
Deyviel's breath quickened, the weight of guilt pressing down on him like a physical force. "No! I won’t let you manipulate me!" he shouted, but the voice only laughed, a chilling sound that echoed in the depths of his mind.
"You think you can resist the inevitable?" the voice taunted, its tone mocking and sinister. "You are nothing without me, Deyviel. You are a mere shadow of what you could be. Embrace the darkness, and you will gain the power to change everything. You can rewrite your fate!"
Deyviel's heart raced as he felt the darkness clawing at the edges of his consciousness, threatening to pull him under. Memories of his friends—of their laughter, their camaraderie, their sacrifices—flooded his mind, each one a reminder of what he had lost. The pain was unbearable, and for a moment, he felt the seductive pull of the voice's promises. And as one last image was shown to him (Ghelle's lifeless body pierced by Lancer), Deyviel's eyes widened, and he snapped. And a massive explosion of ki and dark energy shakes the whole island. Another road is heard. "Ah, your sin, Rage! the voice said.
"Deyviel, no," Denver said as he regained consciousness and struggled to get to his feet. "I have to stop him; I have to calm him down," he said to himself.
As Denver staggered to his feet, the ground beneath him trembled from the residual shockwaves of Deyviel's unleashed power. The air was thick with a palpable tension, a mix of dread and anticipation. He could feel the chaotic energy radiating from Deyviel, a force that threatened to consume everything in its path.
"Deyviel!" Denver shouted, his voice strained but resolute. "You have to fight it! Remember who you are! You’re not just a vessel for darkness; you’re a protector! You fight for your friends, for justice!" He shouted, but Deyviel isn't responding.
But the response was a guttural roar that echoed through the mountains, a sound that sent shivers down Denver's spine. Deyviel's form was shifting, the demonic energy swirling around him like a tempest, and the once-familiar features of his friend were becoming increasingly distorted. But one mysterious man calmly spoke while walking.
"Don't bother him. Now under the influence of that damn God of whatever, he's still an asshole," Ben Rayleigh said and put a hand over Denver's trembling shoulder.
"Si…sir Ben.?" Denver murmurs.
"Don't worry, kid. I'm here now. Go get your friends to safety; I'll handle the rest," he confidently said with a smile.
Denver hesitated, torn between the instinct to stay and help his friend and the urgency of Ben's command. The chaos surrounding Deyviel was palpable, a swirling maelstrom of dark energy that threatened to engulf everything in its path. He could see the struggle within Deyviel, the flicker of his true self fighting against the overwhelming darkness.
"Are you sure you can handle this?" Denver asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
Ben's smile widened, a glint of determination in his eyes. "I've faced worse. Just trust me. Get your friends to safety. We can't afford to lose anyone else today."
With a heavy heart, Denver nodded, knowing that Ben was right. He turned and sprinted away, the weight of his decision pressing down on him. As he ran, he could feel the ground shake beneath him, the air crackling with energy. He had to find the others and get them to safety before Deyviel's rage consumed everything.
Meanwhile, Ben stepped forward, his expression shifting from calm confidence to fierce determination. He could feel the dark energy radiating from Deyviel, a chaotic force that threatened to spiral out of control. "This is bad… I don't think things would go like this if I knew I'd be staying. But we don't have time for regret; let's wrap things up here, shall we? Deyviel!" he shouted, his voice cutting through the chaos. "You need to listen to me! This isn't you! Fight it! If I'm correct, you're hearing gay shit, right?! Don't listen to it. Just calm your—" As he was about to finish his sentence, Deyviel teleported in front of him, and his claws were about to slice him. But Ben Rayleigh is built different; he just casually parries Deyviel's attacks like he's playing with a kid with a wooden sword.
The clash of power reverberated through the air as Deyviel's claws met Ben's defenses. The sheer force of the impact sent shockwaves rippling through the ground, but Ben stood firm, his expression unwavering. "Is that all you've got?" he taunted, a smirk playing on his lips as he sidestepped another swipe, his movements fluid and precise.
Deyviel's eyes, once filled with determination, were now clouded with rage and confusion. The darkness within him roared, urging him to unleash his full power, to obliterate everything in his path. "Grooaaaahhhhh," Deyviel growled, his voice a mix of fury and despair. The chaotic energy around him surged, creating a tempest of dark energy that threatened to consume everything nearby.
Ben, however, remained undeterred. "You’re stronger than this, Deyviel! You’re not just a weapon of destruction; you’re a protector, one of us! Remember who you are! And what you're fighting for, so don't blindly succumb to a rage because someone shows you your failures. I know you still regret you couldn't save them, Christine, Rachel, and the others. Because you're weak. Yeah, you're definitely a weak one. For now you can still save one person, Deyviel! You can still save Ghelle!" His voice cut through the chaos, a beacon of hope amidst the storm.
Deyviel's claws hesitated mid-swipe, the words striking a chord deep within him. For a fleeting moment, the chaos around him dimmed, and the memories of his friends flooded back—laughter shared, battles fought side by side, and the bonds that had been forged in the fires of conflict. Ghelle's face, bright and full of life, flashed before his eyes, and the weight of his failure pressed down on him like a mountain.
"Stop it!" Deyviel roared, his voice a mixture of anguish and fury. "You don’t understand! I couldn’t save them! I couldn’t save any of them!" The darkness within him writhed, feeding off his pain, but Ben's presence was a steady anchor amidst the storm.
"You can still save Ghelle!" Ben shouted, his voice cutting through the tumult. "You have the power to change this! You’re not just a vessel for darkness; you’re a hunter! Fight for them, Deyviel! Fight for the ones you love!"
Deyviel's breath hitched, the internal battle raging on. The voice of the darkness hissed in his mind, trying to drown out Ben's words. "Embrace me, Deyviel! I can give you the power to bring them back! You can have your revenge! You can be the hero you always wanted to be!"
But Ben's voice was louder, more insistent. "You don’t need revenge! You need to honor their memory! Fight for them, not against them! You’re not alone in this! We’re all here for you!"
With a guttural roar, Deyviel staggered back, clutching his head as the conflicting voices battled for dominance. The dark energy around him flickered, wavering as if unsure of its hold. "No! I won’t let you control me!" he shouted, his voice breaking through the chaos. "I am Deyviel Keith Martine! I am not your puppet, you gay shit motherfucker! Go fuck yourself, you ass clamp!" As he said that, Deyviel grabbed one of his horns and broke it, and his body slowly turned back to normal.
The transformation was violent, a tempest of energy swirling around him as Deyviel fought against the darkness that had threatened to consume him. The chaotic energy crackled and hissed, but with each passing moment, Deyviel's resolve grew stronger. He could feel the remnants of Lancer's influence fading, the insidious whispers losing their grip on his mind.
As the last vestiges of the dark energy dissipated, Deyviel fell to his knees, panting heavily. His body trembled, not just from the exertion of the battle but from the emotional turmoil that had surged through him. The memories of his friends, their laughter, their sacrifices, flooded back, and he felt a deep ache in his heart. But amidst the pain, there was a flicker of hope—a reminder of why he fought.
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Ben stepped forward, his expression softening as he saw Deyviel's struggle. "You did it, Deyviel. You fought back. You’re stronger than you think," he said, his voice steady and reassuring.
Deyviel looked up, his eyes still filled with a mix of anger and sorrow. "But at what cost? I almost lost myself… I almost hurt you," he replied, his voice trembling.
"Hurt me? C'mon, kid. You're nowhere near of doing that. C'mon, let's go; your friend is waiting for you." As he said that, Deyviel just flipped his middle finger.
Ben chuckled, shaking his head at Deyviel's defiance. "You really are something else, you know that? But we need to move. You guys need to heal up; we need to have a meeting," Ben said that with a grim expression.
Deyviel pushed himself to his feet, still feeling the residual effects of the dark energy that had threatened to consume him. He took a deep breath, grounding himself in the present, and glanced at Ben, who stood resolute beside him. "You're right. We need to regroup and figure out our next move," he said, determination creeping back into his voice.
As they began to make their way back to the base, the landscape around them bore the scars of their battle. Craters and fissures marred the ground, remnants of the chaos that had unfolded. Deyviel's heart ached at the thought of what could have happened if he hadn't fought back against the darkness. The faces of his friends lingered in his mind, a reminder of the stakes at play.
Five days later, after that intense battle, our hunters are currently rebuilding their HQ. And Deyviel and the rest of the main attack force are now gathering in front of generals and commanders. They are having a discussion about what's their next move against Lancer, who now has all of the artifacts and also a key (Ghelle), as Ben relays and information about the situation. Lancer is now waiting for the red moon to appear to activate the artifacts and summon one of the outer Gods.
The atmosphere in the makeshift headquarters was tense, a palpable mix of anxiety and determination hanging in the air. Deyviel stood among his comrades, the scars of their recent battle still fresh in their minds. The room was filled with the murmurs of strategizing hunters, their faces illuminated by the flickering light of makeshift lanterns. Ben Rayleigh stood at the front, his presence commanding as he prepared to address the gathered forces.
"Listen up, everyone!" Ben's voice cut through the chatter, drawing the attention of the room. "We’ve all felt the weight of our losses, and we know what’s at stake. Lancer has the artifacts, and with them, he plans to summon one of the Outer Gods during the red moon. We cannot allow that to happen."
Deyviel clenched his fists, the memory of Lancer's taunts still echoing in his mind. The thought of Ghelle being used as a pawn in Lancer's twisted game fueled his resolve. He exchanged glances with Denver, who stood beside him, his expression a mix of worry and determination." This is my fault, if I didn't lose control we still has the artifacts." He whispered to himself but Denver , Alicia,Yumi, Emily , Cymac, Kliev, Andrew and Mizuno heard him .
"Hey man, don't blame your self no one here is blaming you. " Denver said hands on Deyviel's shoulder comporting his best friend.
"Yeah, if you want a blame competn, Lancer won the contest, so stop pouting; you're just making yourself a little bitch." Kliev said arms cross.
"We need to act fast," Ben continued, pacing in front of the gathered hunters. "Lancer is not just a threat to us; he’s a threat to the entire realm. If he succeeds in his plan, the consequences will be catastrophic. We need to gather our forces and strike before he can complete the ritual."
A murmur of agreement rippled through the crowd, and Deyviel felt a surge of hope. They had faced insurmountable odds before, and they had emerged stronger. This time would be no different.
As the murmurs of agreement settled, General McDougal's gaze swept across the room, locking eyes with each member of the team. "We need to split into two groups. One will focus on locating Lancer and disrupting his ritual, while the other will work on gathering intelligence and attacking the remaining vampire hive to further weaken their force. Listen, we only have one month before that, so be prepared to train if you must, and rest if if yourbody needs it, because when the time comes, we will launch an all-out attack."
Deyviel felt a surge of determination. "I want to be on the front lines," he declared, his voice steady. "I won’t let Lancer use Ghelle or anyone else as a pawn. We need to end this once and for all."
Ben nodded, a hint of approval in his eyes. "I expected nothing less from you, Deyviel. But remember, this isn’t just about revenge. We need to be strategic. We can’t afford to lose anyone else."
Deyviel took a deep breath, feeling the weight of his comrades' gazes upon him. He understood the stakes, and the last thing he wanted was to let his emotions cloud his judgment again. "I know that," he replied, his voice firm. "But we can't let Lancer get away with this. We need to strike hard and fast."
Alicia stepped forward, her expression serious. "Deyviel's right. We can't let him complete the ritual. If he summons one of the Outer Gods, it could spell doom for all of us. We need to be prepared for anything."
Yumi chimed in. "We should gather as much information as we can about Lancer's movements. If we can pinpoint where he plans to perform the ritual, we can set up an ambush."
"I have a suggestion: I and the other captains will form two separate attack forces. One will be the main force, and the second will be the reinforcement," Captain Cooper suggested.
"That sounds like a solid plan, Captain Cooper," General Arthur replied, nodding in agreement. "We need to ensure that we have enough manpower to handle whatever Lancer throws at us. The last thing we want is to be caught off guard."
Deyviel felt a sense of camaraderie swell within him as he looked around at his friends and allies. They had all faced their own demons, both literal and metaphorical, and now they stood united against a common enemy. "We need to train hard and prepare for every possible scenario," he said, his voice filled with conviction. "Lancer won't hold back, and neither can we."
Cymac, who had been quietly observing, spoke up. "We should also consider the possibility that Lancer might have allies or hidden traps set up. We can't underestimate him. He’s cunning and resourceful."
The room fell silent as everyone absorbed Cymac's words. Deyviel nodded, recognizing the truth in them. Lancer was not just a brute; he was a strategist, and they needed to be prepared for any tricks he might have up his sleeve.
"Exactly," General McDougal said, his tone serious. "We need to gather intelligence on Lancer's known associates and any potential vampire strongholds. If we can disrupt their operations, it will weaken Lancer's position and give us the upper hand."
"Then let's split up," Denver suggested, his voice steady. "We can cover more ground that way. Some of us can focus on reconnaissance while others prepare for the assault."
As they scattered, doing what they could to prevent the vampire king (Lancer) from summoning the outer Gods. Deyviel is now engaged in intense training with General McDougal again.
"What are you hesitating for? Hesitating will result in death for your team!" McDougal shouted.
Deyviel gritted his teeth, sweat pouring down his brow as he faced General McDougal. The training ground was a chaotic whirlwind of energy and movement, the air thick with the sounds of clashing weapons and the grunts of exertion from his fellow hunters. He could feel the weight of the upcoming battle pressing down on him, and the urgency to improve his skills was palpable.
"I’m not hesitating! You gangster ape!!!" Deyviel shot back, his voice strained but defiant. He lunged forward, channeling his ki energy into a powerful strike aimed at McDougal, who effortlessly sidestepped the attack.
"Then show me!" McDougal barked, his eyes narrowing as he pivoted, delivering a swift counterattack that Deyviel barely managed to block. The force of the blow sent him stumbling back, but he quickly regained his footing, determination igniting within him. As he used his spirit arm (called Vampire Buster), the translucent arm at Deyviel's back mimicked his right arm movement as he threw another punch towards General McDougal.
The punch connected with a resounding thud, but McDougal absorbed the impact with a grunt, his stance unwavering. "Good! But you need to put more power behind it! You’re holding back!" he shouted, his voice cutting through the din of the training ground.
Deyviel gritted his teeth, frustration bubbling beneath the surface. "I’m not holding back, damnit; I just need to find my rhythm!" He could feel the pressure mounting, the weight of his friends' lives resting on his shoulders. He couldn’t afford to fail them again. "I need to control this power quickly!"
The intensity of the training session surged as Deyviel pushed himself harder, his body moving on instinct as he channeled his energy into each strike. The air crackled with the force of his ki, and the translucent arm of his spirit, the Vampire Buster, mirrored his movements with precision. He could feel the eyes of his comrades on him, their hopes and expectations weighing heavily on his heart.
"Focus, Deyviel!" McDougal shouted, his voice cutting through the haze of determination. "You’re not just fighting me; you’re fighting for your friends, for Ghelle! Channel that emotion into your power!"
Deyviel's heart raced at the mention of Ghelle. The memory of her laughter, her unwavering support, and the pain of her absence fueled his resolve. He couldn’t let Lancer win. He wouldn’t allow Ghelle to be used as a pawn in Lancer's twisted game. With a fierce growl, he launched himself at McDougal again, this time with renewed vigor.
As he closed the distance, Deyviel unleashed a flurry of punches, each one infused with the raw energy of his determination. McDougal parried and dodged, but Deyviel could feel himself improving, his movements becoming more fluid and powerful. The training ground echoed with the sounds of their clash, a symphony of effort and resolve. But their training session was stopped because of a visitor.
"Oh, look who it is! Hey brat! Come here; let's call it a day! We have a visitor!" General McDougal shouted. Stopping Deyviel midair.
"Tsk, man, I'm about to show you my giant middle finger, Deyviel shouted while falling from the sky. And landed in front of General McDougal and the visitor.
The visitor stood tall, cloaked in a dark robe that billowed slightly in the wind. A hood obscured their face, but the aura of power radiating from them was unmistakable. Deyviel felt a shiver run down his spine as he approached, curiosity and caution mingling within him.
"Who are you?" Deyviel demanded, his voice steady despite the unease creeping into his gut. He could sense the energy emanating from the figure, a potent mix of authority and mystery.
The figure lowered their hood, revealing a striking face with sharp features and piercing eyes that seemed to glow with an otherworldly light. "Hi, it's been a long time, Deyvie said with a smile as Deyviel's eyes went wide.
"Si…sir De Leon?! Why...why are you're here, sir?" Deyviel asked.
"Oh so you knew each other?" General McDougal ask looking at the both of them.
"Yes, this kid here is my daughter's childhood friend. Back at Navotas City, so you're a hunter now? I'm proud of you, kid," Senator DeLeon said while smiling. But Deyviel lowered his head because of his guilt about Ghelle getting captured by the Vampires. because he wasn't there to protect her."I…I... I... I'm sorry, sir, I.its my fault.." Deyviel stammered.
Senator De Leon raised a hand, silencing Deyviel's self-reproach. "No, Deyviel. You mustn't blame yourself for what happened. You fought bravely, and you’re still fighting. Ghelle would want you to keep moving forward, to honor her memory by standing strong against the darkness."
Deyviel's heart ached at the mention of Ghelle's name, but he felt a flicker of hope ignite within him. "But I couldn't save her. I let Lancer get to her. I should have been stronger," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.
"Strength isn't just about power, Deyviel," De Leon replied, his tone firm yet compassionate. "It's about resilience, about standing up even when the odds are against you. You have the potential to be a great hunter, but you must learn to channel your emotions into your strength, not let them consume you."
General McDougal nodded in agreement. "Listen to him, Deyviel. You have a team that believes in you. Use that support to fuel your resolve. We’re all in this together."
Deyviel looked around at his comrades, their faces filled with determination and solidarity. He felt the weight of their expectations, but instead of crushing him, it lifted him. "You're right. I can't let my guilt hold me back. I need to fight for Ghelle, for all of us," he declared, his voice gaining strength.
"But anyways, what's brings you here, old friend? General McDougal said, clasping Senator DeLeon's hands.
"I's about the media; they want to know the situation about the vampire's activities because someone filmed the whole fight between Deyviel and Lancer. The people were decided to be who is to ar: the vampire who is lurking around or the human who becomes a demon.
Senator De Leon's expression turned serious as he continued, "The footage has gone viral, and the public is demanding answers. They want to know who you are, Deyviel, and what you plan to do about Lancer and the vampires. This is a critical moment for us. We need to show the world that we are not afraid, that we will stand against the threat of vampires."
Deyviel felt a mix of anxiety and determination wash over him. The thought of being in the spotlight, of having his actions scrutinized by the public, was daunting. But he also understood the importance of rallying support. "What do you want me to do?" he asked, his voice steady despite the turmoil within.
Senator De Leon regarded Deyviel with a mixture of pride and seriousness. "We need you to speak to the media, to share your story. Your journey, your struggles, and your determination to fight against Lancer and the vampires. The people need a hero, someone they can rally behind. You have the potential to inspire hope in a time of darkness."
Deyviel swallowed hard, the weight of the responsibility settling heavily on his shoulders. "But what if I fail? What if I can't live up to their expectations?" he asked, his voice tinged with uncertainty.
"You won't," General McDougal interjected, his tone firm. "You’ve already proven yourself in battle. You’ve faced the darkness and come out stronger. This is just another challenge, and you have the support of your friends and allies. You’re not alone in this."
Deyviel glanced around the room, meeting the eyes of his comrades. Denver gave him an encouraging nod, while Alicia, Yumi, and the others offered reassuring smiles. The camaraderie and support he felt from them bolstered his confidence. "Okay, I’ll do it," he said, determination flooding his voice. "I’ll speak to the media and let them know we’re not backing down."
"Good," Senator De Leon said, a satisfied smile spreading across his face. "We’ll set up a press conference for tomorrow. I’ll handle the logistics, and you just focus on what you want to say. Remember, this is your chance to show the world who you are and what you stand for."
As the meeting began to wrap up, Deyviel felt a mix of excitement and anxiety. He knew that speaking to the media would be a pivotal moment, not just for him but for the entire fight against Lancer and the vampires. He had to convey their resolve, their strength, and their determination to protect those they loved.
"Before we end this meeting, I want to remind everyone that we need to stay vigilant," General McDougal said, his voice commanding attention once more. "Lancer is still out there, and we cannot underestimate him. We need to prepare for anything he might throw at us."
Deyviel nodded, feeling the weight of the task ahead. He would train harder, push himself further, and ensure that he was ready for whatever challenges lay ahead. He would not let Lancer win. He would fight for Ghelle, for his friends, and for the future they all deserved.
As the meeting concluded, Deyviel lingered for a moment, watching as his comrades began to disperse. He felt a sense of purpose welling up within him, a fire ignited by the support of those around him. He was ready to face the media, ready to share his story, and ready to stand against the darkness that threatened to consume them all.
The next day, the press conference was set up in a large hall, filled with reporters and cameras. Deyviel stood backstage, his heart racing as he prepared to step into the spotlight. He could hear the murmur of voices, the clicking of cameras, and the rustle of papers as the media awaited his arrival.
"Man, I wasn't meant for this. Why do they need to put some makeup on me?" Deyviel asks while the makeup artist is putting foundation on Deyviel's face.
"Man, they do that just to make you presentable," Kliev said while sitting beside him and looking like he is enjoying being dressed up.
"Tsk, you looked like you were enjoying this so much," Denver chimed in.
"Hahaha, this is just a publicity stunt. We need the people's trust so they don't panic, and we can't have them seeing hunters that look like more villains than the real bad guys," Captain Ethan interjects.
"But, bruh, I'm scared. I don't know what to say or do, he stammered.
"Just remember, speak from the heart," Senator De Leon advised, standing beside him. "The people want to hear your truth."
Taking a deep breath, Deyviel nodded. "I will," he replied, steeling himself for what was to come. He stepped out onto the stage, the bright lights blinding him momentarily. The room fell silent as all eyes turned to him, anticipation hanging in the air.
Deyviel stood at the podium, his heart pounding in his chest as he faced the sea of reporters and cameras. The weight of their gazes felt heavy, but he took a deep breath, reminding himself of the purpose behind this moment. He was not just speaking for himself; he was speaking for Ghelle, for his friends, and for everyone who had suffered at the hands of Lancer and the vampires.
"Good morning, everyone," he began, his voice steady despite the nerves coursing through him. "My name is Deyviel Keith Martine, 19, and I stand before you today not just as a hunter but as someone who has faced the darkness and emerged stronger."
The murmurs in the crowd quieted as he continued, "Recently, our world has been threatened by a powerful enemy—Lancer, the vampire king. He has taken from us, and he seeks to unleash chaos upon our realm. But I want you all to know that we will not back down. We will fight for our loved ones, for our homes, and for the future we believe in."
He could see the reporters scribbling notes, their expressions shifting from skepticism to intrigue. Deyviel felt a surge of confidence as he spoke, the words flowing more easily now. "I know many of you have seen the footage of my battle with Lancer. It was a fight that tested my limits, and I won’t lie; I struggled. But I learned something important that day: strength isn’t just about power; it’s about the bonds we share with one another."
He glanced at the faces of his comrades in the audience—Denver, Alicia, Yumi, and the others—drawing strength from their presence. "I fight not just for myself, but for my friends, for Ghelle, who is currently in Lancer's grasp. We will not let her or anyone else be used as pawns in his twisted game."
A murmur of sympathy rippled through the crowd at the mention of Ghelle's name. Deyviel pressed on, his voice growing stronger. "We are not alone in this fight. We have each other, and together, we will stand against the darkness. I urge you all to support us, to believe in us, and to stand united against the threat that looms over us."
As he spoke, he could see the reporters leaning in, captivated by his passion. "We are hunters, and we will protect our world. We will not let fear dictate our actions. We will rise up, train harder, and prepare for the battles ahead. Lancer may have power, but we have something he cannot take from us—our resolve, our unity, and our hope."
The room erupted into applause, and Deyviel felt a rush of adrenaline. He had done it. He had shared his truth, and in doing so, he had ignited a spark of hope.
The room erupted into applause, and Deyviel felt a rush of adrenaline. He had done it. He had shared his truth, and in doing so, he had ignited a spark of hope in the hearts of those who listened.
As the applause died down, a reporter raised their hand, and Deyviel nodded for them to speak. "Deyviel, what are your plans moving forward? How do you intend to stop Lancer and his forces?"
Deyviel took a moment to gather his thoughts. "We are currently gathering intelligence on Lancer's movements and preparing for an all-out assault. We know he plans to summon one of the Outer Gods during the red moon, and we will do everything in our power to stop him before that happens. We will strike hard and fast, and we will not rest until he is defeated."
Another reporter chimed in, "What message do you have for the public regarding the vampire threat?"
Deyviel met their gaze, his expression serious. "I want everyone to know that we are aware of the danger, and we are taking it seriously. We ask for your support and vigilance may. If you see anything suspicious, report it. Together, we can protect our communities and stand against the vampires. Thes creatures do not regard us as the same; they treat us as a food source."
As the questions continued, Deyviel felt a sense of purpose wash over him. He was no longer just a hunter; he was a symbol of hope, a voice for those who had suffered. He would fight for Ghelle, for his friends, and for the future they all deserved. After he answered the last question and everyone was about to leave, Deyviel halted them and spoke.
"And one more thing, before you all go. I have a message for you, you God-damned coward bloodsucking monster! Yeah, I'm talking to you! Lancer! Vampire king, or whatever else you called yourself, I know you're watching this right now. I will stop you! And that's a promise!" He shouted in front of all the cameras, pointing to it like he was pointing at Lancer himself. And as he says that, Lancer is watching, laughing maniacally.
"Hahaha, you have the nerve to challenge me?! The vampire king?! You're just a little pawn. Heh, next time we face each other, I'll make sure you'll meet your end in my hands. I'll make sure of it. To kill everyone you held dear before killing you, I'll savor your pain. So enjoy your peace for now. In the right time, we'll have our rematch," Lancer said while standing on the roof of his castle. As we transition to Ghelle and her friends praying for Deyviel to save them. "Deyviel please,save us"
To be continued....