Another Ambush II

HELL'S KITCHEN – LATE AFTERNOON

The clinic had seen its usual flow of visitors—an old man with a twisted ankle, a young kid with a deep cut from a stolen bike, and even a vigilante in disguise who needed a bullet extracted without questions asked.

Alex treated them all with steady hands and quiet efficiency. Maria worked alongside him, her energy sharp but grounded, the two of them moving in perfect sync through every procedure.

But as the sun began to dip below the rooftops and the last appointment of the day was logged out...

Alex paused.

He felt it.

A pressure. A presence. Like the air had thickened around the building.

He straightened, eyes narrowing as he turned toward the front windows. Beyond the blinds, figures moved—slow, deliberate.

Too many.

Too quiet.

Maria noticed his change in posture. "What is it?"

Alex didn't answer immediately. Instead, he walked to the front door, locking it with a click, then turned to her with a calm but firm voice.

"Go to the back room. Lock the door. Stay there."

Maria opened her mouth to protest.

"Now," Alex said, his tone leaving no room for argument.

She nodded and slipped away, disappearing into the reinforced emergency chamber.

Knowing that working in Hell's Kitchen wasn't exactly safe, he had ordered a sturdy hidden room to be built. Maria pressed a secure button, and a wall split open and shifted aside, revealing the hidden reinforced chamber. It was powerful enough to withstand even C4 charges—perfect for situations like this.

Alex stepped into the center of the clinic, cracking his neck as the tension in the air grew thicker.

And then—

The front windows shattered.

Glass rained inward as six figures stepped through the debris.

No masks. No hesitation.

Each one was marked—clearly enhanced. Mutants.

One stepped forward, a bald man with molten-orange eyes. Flames danced in his palm as he sneered. "You know… the last 32 guys we sent? All dead."

Alex stood tall, unshaken. "I know. I buried two of them myself."

Another figure smirked—her skin like polished obsidian, claws extended from her fingers. "You think you're untouchable just because you have a fancy little clinic and a shadow monster at your side?"

"I think," Alex said, his voice level, "you should've brought more."

The fire-wielding mutant snorted. "You're not the only one with powers, 'Doctor.' This is common in our world. You're not someone special kid."

"Funny," Alex replied, his eyes flashing with faint Chi energy. "I was hoping for a real fight today."

Six mutants. All of them armed. All of them killers.

Alex cracked his knuckles, his gaze locked onto the one with flames swirling in his fists.

"Cypher," he called calmly, his voice echoing through the tension. "Dinner is here."

A pulse rippled across the floor as his shadow twisted unnaturally. From the darkness behind him, Cypher emerged—her form feminine yet monstrous, her eyes glowing crimson.

"Ahhh~," she hissed, her claws sliding out with a metallic sheen. "Finally… something with seasoning."

The mutants hesitated as her presence blanketed the room like a stormcloud. One of them—a tall brute with bone-plated arms—growled, "Just kill them both. That shadow freak doesn't scare me."

The fire mutant roared and launched forward, his flaming fist rocketing toward Alex's chest.

But he struck only air.

Alex shimmered—his body flickering like mist—as he shadow-shifted past the attack, materializing behind the man in an instant.

In his hand, a long, jet-black hilt formed from swirling demonic energy. Mana pulsed through it, shaping itself into a sleek, double-edged blade glowing with silver and red etchings.

The Silver Devil had returned.

As the mutant turned, Alex's voice cut through the noise with icy calm.

"The world keeps sending monsters… but they forget—"

"I used to be one."

Words of Devil : A Ability of V that make him Stronger as he speaks and also speed up recovery of Demonic Energy or Demonic Mana in Alex case.

It was the one of the many abilities he have unlocked while reading the Devil Book and recieving V's memories.

He swung once—fast, clean, brutal. The fire mutant's attack stopped mid-motion as his arm hit the ground, severed cleanly at the elbow. He screamed, stumbling back as Cypher lunged with inhuman grace and tore into his side.

Blood sprayed across the broken tile floor.

The others reacted immediately.

The obsidian-skinned woman pounced with her claws outstretched, but Alex twisted and brought his sword up in a graceful arc—parrying her strike and kicking her backward through the reception desk.

Another mutant—this one with telekinetic chains—tried to bind Alex's limbs from across the room, but his blade pulsed, and Demonic Mana surged outward in a fiery shockwave, breaking the psychic hold instantly.

"Sloppy," Alex muttered, eyes narrowing.

Cypher, now in her mid-tier beast form, leapt onto the ceiling, crawling like a spider before dropping onto one of the mutants from above—teeth flashing.

Screams echoed through the clinic.

But Alex moved through it all like a storm in human form—efficient, relentless, deadly. Every slash of his blade carved through flesh and energy alike. Every step forward sent another attacker to the floor.

Blood smeared the clinic floor. Desks were shattered, windows blown out, and medical equipment lay scattered like the remnants of a forgotten war zone.

Of the six, only two mutants remained standing—and they were barely holding on.

One of them, the chain-wielder, staggered back, his telekinetic force unraveling under the strain of Alex's relentless assault. The other—a mutant with speed enhancement—blurred around the room, trying to find an opening, but Cypher's eyes followed every flicker of movement, unblinking, unmerciful.

"You were supposed to be monsters," Alex said, walking forward slowly, his blade dragging across the cracked tile with a metallic hiss. "But all I see are amateurs… trying to wear devil's skin."

The speedster made a move—a desperate, final dash.

Too late.

Cypher dropped from the ceiling, intercepting him mid-charge with a bone-crushing slam. Her claws pierced through his stomach, lifting him from the ground as he gasped for breath.

"No dessert," she growled, and her jaws opened unnaturally wide.

A moment later, she devoured him—body and soul—into her shifting mass of shadow. His screams were cut off in an instant.

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