Chaos Part 2

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Budapest, Danube River: Sky

Marcus soared through the night sky, his hybrid wings cutting through the air, a dark silhouette against the city lights. He watched in anger and frustration as the two Murciélagos, his creation, his instruments of war, flew beside him. They held their prey, two humans, their sharp teeth sinking into their flesh, their wings flapping furiously, their bloodlust insatiable. Then they ripped the humans' necks with their fangs before chewing the flesh, and the Murciélagos dropped their prey, the lifeless bodies plummeting into the churning waters of the Danube.

Marcus had not foreseen this consequence of the Murciélagos becoming a hybrid, the unchecked hunger. They were stronger, faster, and more ferocious, but their intelligence had regressed.

They were now creatures of pure instinct, driven by an insatiable hunger for blood, their loyalty to him only a primal instinct, a connection forged by their creation.

He couldn't order them as he once could, they only responded to him out of a primal instinct to obey their creator.

Yet, he wouldn't have it any other way. He had to be strong. He had to accomplish his goal of freeing his brother, even if it meant unleashing these monsters in the world, even if it meant breaking the rules.

Marcus growled, a deep, menacing sound that echoed across the city. He turned, his eyes fixed on the heart of Budapest, the location of the Lycan den, etched in his mind from the memories in the blood he had consumed.

"Grrr," The Murciélagos released a low, guttural growl, but much softer and less aggressive, a testament to their submission to him. They followed behind, a dark cloud of shadows, their wings beating in unison.

Marcus flew towards the city center, ignoring the human world below. He cared nothing for the rules of the supernatural community to remain hidden from the eyes of the mortals, not caring about the delicate balance of the world.

His only goal was to liberate his brother. He would do anything, even if it meant announcing to the world that supernatural creatures exist.

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Budapest, Széll Kálmán tér

In the bustling heart of Budapest, at the Széll Kálmán tér subway station, a typical evening unfolds. People stream in and out, their faces are a mosaic of emotions, happy chatter among friends contrasts with the worried expressions of those hurrying to work, Some were lost in their phones, their eyes glued to tiny screens, their earbuds isolating them from the world around them. Others hurried along, their faces etched with worry, their steps brisk, their minds preoccupied with their daily routines. While some, their gazes sharp and observant, seemed to blend seamlessly into the crowd. They were the cleaners, their presence unobtrusive, their movements almost imperceptible, their minds focused on a single purpose.

Amidst the bustling city, they patrolled the streets, their eyes scanning for any sign of danger, their every sense alert. They were on high alert, waiting for any indication that the hunter who had attacked the vampire coven might return to target the Lycans again. Some of these cleaners were disguised as street performers, their music or acrobatics a camouflage for their true purpose. Others were dressed in worn-out clothes, their bodies hunched, their demeanor blending into the city's tapestry of poverty. There were even those who posed as beggars.

"Ahem, Ahem, Change, do you get any change?" a man said, his voice raspy, his body slumped against a wall, his head bowed. He was a beggar, his clothes tattered and dirty, his presence blending seamlessly into the cityscape. Yet, his eyes, hidden beneath the shadows of a worn-out cap, were sharp and observant.

"Sir, I think our target had enough fun hunting the Lycans. It's been a whole day, we ain't seeing any suspicious person," a voice whispered into his earpiece. He pressed the tiny device, his hand hidden beneath the folds of his worn-out coat. He coughed, a dramatic, theatrical cough, his eyes never leaving the stream of people flowing through the station.

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The red brick building, its facade weathered and worn, stood beside the Széll Kálmán tér station. From the third floor window, Samuel, the commander of the Cleaners, peered through his binoculars, his eyes focused on the station entrance. The lenses, capable of both zooming in and out, gave him a clear view of the flow of people coming and going, their faces a blur of activity. He listened intently to the reports from his subordinates, their whispers carried on the wind, their words laced with apprehension.

He pressed his earpiece, "Then we'll wait all night for him to appear," he ordered, his voice firm, his words filled with grim determination. They had no leads, no clues, only anticipating that the hunter who had targeted the vampires and Lycans might return back to target the Lycans again.

That's why they are guarding this station entrance, as the Lycan base was a labyrinthine network of tunnels, a hidden world beneath the bustling streets of Budapest. It was accessible through a system of sewers and abandoned subway stations, its location shrouded in secrecy, its existence known only to a select few. They chose this station, Széll Kálmán tér, as their observation post. It was the deepest station in the city, its location a strategic advantage, providing them with a vantage point to survey the entrance to the Lycan base without attracting attention.

They knew that the Lycans, and other supernatural creatures inhabiting the subterranean world, were wary of outsiders. Any sign of human presence, any hint of intrusion, would raise alarms. They had to remain unseen, their movements undetected from the Lycans or vampires even from other organizations and supernatural creatures.

"Just this time, one more chance," Samuel muttered, his voice a low growl, his brow furrowed with concern, while he kept his eyes trained on the station entrance. His mind raced, trying to anticipate the attacker's next move.

He knew that the odds were stacked against them.

The hunter had already attacked once, successfully infiltrating and destroying a vampire coven before escaping and disappearing completely. 'and it's the oldest coven at that,' Samuel added to himself before he sighed, a heavy sigh knowing full well that even if the one targeting the Lycans and vampires appeared, they might not be able to do something other than find out who it is.

Samuel shook his head, dislodging the weary thoughts that threatened to overwhelm him. He returned to his vigil, his gaze fixed on the station entrance, his senses on high alert. The scene before him, the same as before as ordinary as it gets. People rushed in and out of the station, a blur of faces and bodies. But Samuel, his eyes observe on the scene through his binoculars, not wanting to miss anything.

And then, it happened. A dark shadow fell across the city, a silhouette cutting through the moonlight. A monstrous creature, its bat-like wings beating against the night, descended from the sky. Samuel's eyes widened, his heart pounding against his ribs. He watched in disbelief as the creature landed, its blueish white skin, a contrast against the bustling city.

The people around the station entrance gasped in terror. Their screams echoed through the air, a cacophony of fear. They scattered, their faces contorted with panic. Some tripped, their bodies tumbling to the ground, a scene of chaos brought by the overwhelming fear.

Samuel pressed his earpiece, his voice sharp with urgency.

"Report men! Do you have a clear visual of what supernatural creature is that?!" Samuel barked into his earpiece, his voice laced with urgency. He knew some of the rules of the supernatural community and they were strict, a violation of which could have dire consequences. He was sure this one is one of them that supernatural beings were not allowed to appear in public, their existence should be hidden to the mortals as it destroys the delicate balance of the world.

[Sir, we don't have information of this kind of creature] a voice crackled through the earpiece. The cleaner's words, filled with uncertainty and a hint of panic, were almost drowned out by the background noise.

The station was in chaos, the sounds of screaming and running creating a symphony of fear.

Samuel felt a knot of anxiety tighten in his stomach. He had been expecting something, something he could understand, something he could categorize. But this creature was different. It defied all known classifications.

He glanced back at the creature through his binoculars. It stood still, its form morphing, its features shifting, almost as if it were trying to blend into the human world.

He knew he had to act. He couldn't let the situation escalate. He couldn't let the creature harm anyone.

"Continue to observe, don't show your position! But if he tries to kill any human, fire immediately!" he ordered, his voice a mixture of urgency and caution. He didn't want to engage in a conflict with a creature of unknown power and origin, especially one that had the potential to be linked to a powerful figure within the supernatural community.

The supernatural world was complex, its rules, its alliances, its power structures, a labyrinth of mysteries. He didn't want to offend the wrong person. But he couldn't ignore the threat it posed. He knew right from wrong, and the sanctity of human lives was paramount.

"Ready the snipers, shoot to kill!" Samuel barked, his voice echoing through the building. He turned towards the other Cleaners by his side, his eyes searching for the sharpshooters.

He had made his decision. The creature, whoever it might be, if it tried to harm the humans. He needed to neutralize it, to protect the innocent bystanders.

The sharpshooters, their faces grim, nodded in unison. They moved swiftly, their hands moving with practiced precision. They grasped their rifles, their fingers adjusting the scopes, their movements fluid and efficient. They took their positions beside the windows, their bodies tense, their eyes focused on the creature in front of the subway station.

Samuel, his heart pounding in his chest, turned back towards his binoculars. He had to be prepared. He had to be vigilant. He kept his gaze fixed on the creature, his mind racing, his senses on high alert.

Samuel finally saw the creature complete its transformation. Its wings had folded completely, its form human, its features no longer monstrous.

He took a deep breath, trying to control his emotions. He couldn't afford to make a mistake. He needed to assess the situation, to determine the creature's intent. He needed to understand who this creature was, what it wanted, why it had chosen to appear in this crowded place.

[Roge—] *Pooooof*

The cleaners at the station entrance were about to obey the order when two bat-like creatures with different looks descended from the sky, landing behind the first cleaner. They emitted a shriek that instantly killed those nearby, obliterating the cleaners before the station's glass entrance exploded. The streetlights and vehicle windows followed suit, showering the occupants with deadly shards.

"Get back!" Samuel yelled, the first to react as he saw eyes exploding and glass shattering. He scrambled away from the windows, crouching low. Some quick-thinking cleaners followed suit, but several snipers were too slow.

The windows exploded, a shower of shards striking their faces. Their cries of pain were cut short, their bodies crumpling to the floor.

"Fucking shit," Samuel muttered, his ears ringing, a dull ache throbbing behind his eyes. He ripped the earpiece from his right ear, a wave of static noise erupting from it. He'd lost communication with his men.

He turned, his heart pounding in his chest. He saw his men, their faces contorted in pain, blood staining their clothes, their bodies bearing the marks of the sonic attack. He saw the snipers, their faces contorted in agony, glass fragments embedded in their eyes and necks. Their blood pooled on the ground, a dark stain against the pristine floor.

Samuel clenched his fist, the muscles in his arm taut with anger and frustration. He wanted to scream, to unleash his fury, but he knew he needed to stay calm. He couldn't afford to lose control.

He forced his aching body to move, his gaze searching for the binoculars, which he had dropped in the chaos. He looked left and right, his eyes scanning the room, his senses heightened. Finally, he spotted them beneath a table, the lenses glinting under the moonlight. He reached for them, his fingers grasping the cold metal.

He turned towards the table, his gaze fixed on the remaining earpiece. He took it, slipped it over his ear, and pressed the button. Connecting to a different channel from a different place.

"Sir! We need to report this now!" Samuel said, his voice urgent, a sense of urgency filling his every word. He couldn't let this situation escalate. He walked back to the window, his gaze fixed on the scene below. He adjusted the binoculars, his eyes focused on the man who was now entering the station entrance. He was wearing a suit jacket, probably taken from a dead innocent victim.

He finally lost sight of the creature, the man and the two bat monsters, as they disappeared into the station. He frowned, his mind racing. He hadn't received any response from their base of operations.

"SIR!" he shouted again, his voice rising with desperation. He knew that this was not just about the Lycans or the vampires anymore. This was a threat to the entire world, to the fragile peace between the human and the supernatural world. It had to be stopped.

Then, a voice, a familiar voice, echoed through his earpiece.

"Marcus," Alexander's voice, filled with pain, with a hint of blame, rang out.

Samuel's eyes widened in disbelief. He couldn't believe it. As the right hand man and close aid of Alexander of course he knew the name of Alexander son's and his goal to protect. And from the stories of Alexander, Samuel was sure of one thing, Marcus shouldn't have looked like that.

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Ship: Sancta Helena

Alexander's hands clenched tightly around the railings, his knuckles turning white. His gaze was fixed on the screen in the command center. Two bat-like creatures, with their monstrous and unnatural forms. He recognized them immediately. With how long he had lived he knew what it was, and what caused them to be like that.

'What have you done, son?' he thought, a wave of disbelief washing over him.

He had spent centuries hidden from the world of both mortals and supernatural, protecting and cleaning up the Lycans mess and mistakes.

He knew the history of the Murciélagos, the supernatural creatures that some vampires had experimented with, seeking to create powerful weapons, mindless beasts. The project had been abandoned, deemed too dangerous. But there were always those who continued in secret.

He looked at the screen, his face etched with concern. A cold sweat trickled down his forehead, his heart pounding in his chest. He had never seen Murciélagos fly and with wings before. And he couldn't believe the power of their sonic shriek, the sheer devastation it caused. He knew very well that his son couldn't have the power to shape shift into a form like that.

Alexander closed his eyes, his mind racing. He tried to piece together the puzzle, to understand what had happened to his son. He was relieved that Marcus had survived the attack, but the sight of the Murciélagos, the creatures he knew his son had been working with, filled him with dread. He couldn't bear the thought of his son becoming a monster.

"...Sir?" One of the cleaners, his voice tentative, his eyes filled with concern, interrupted his thoughts. The other cleaners stood in silence, their eyes fixed on Alexander, waiting for his next move.

Alexander opened his eyes finally seeing the gaze that his subordinates sent his way, from hopeful and doubtful gaze waiting for his decision.

Alexander looked down with pain in his eyes, sighing, a heavy sigh that seemed to carry the weight of the world.

He knew what his subordinates were expecting, a decision, a choice that would have only one ending. He glanced at the screen, his gaze focused on the dead bodies of the innocent bystanders. He saw the chaos, the destruction, the horror. He saw the evidence of his son's actions.

With a final sigh, he let go of the railings, as if releasing the one thing he held dear. His gaze hardened, his face becoming a mask of stoicism.

"Report it. Send a copy of the video."

The cleaners looked at each other, their eyes shining with a newfound hope. Their job was to keep the secrets of the vampires and the Lycans hidden from the world. But this time, they had the chance to do something more. They had a chance to make a difference.

One of the cleaners at the computer hesitated, unable to resist turning to Alexander, his eyes filled with a mix of admiration and uncertainty.

"To whom?" he asked, aware that many organizations worked in the shadows to protect the world's balance, cleaning up and disposing of those who threatened it.

Alexander closed his eyes, his voice heavy with pain as he delivered his final order.

"To everyone."

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END OF CHAPTER

Extra Chapter for 200 Power Stones

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UPCOMING CHAPTERS SPOILERS:

Chapter 81: Mission Starto, Chapter 82: Mission Complete, Chapter 83: Lycan Den Part 1, Chapter 84: Lycan Den Part 2, Chapter 85: Division Part 1, Chapter 86: Division Part 2, Chapter 87: Sancta Helena Part 1, Chapter 88: Sancta Helena Part 2, Chapter 89: Sancta Helena Part 3, Chapter 90: Sancta Helena Part 4, Chapter 91: Sancta Helena Last Part, Chapter 92: Going Back, Chapter 93: Meeting Part 1, Chapter 94: Meeting Part 2, Chapter 95: Suspicion s, Chapter 96: The Deal, Chapter 97: Sexual Tension, Chapter 98: Resigning & Joining, Chapter 99: Arrivals, Chapter 100: Introduction, Chapter 101: Information, Chapter 102: Temptations, Chapter 103: A intense bath R18, Chapter 104: Wryness R18, Chapter 105: Mitsuki's Powers, Chapter 106: Getting Ready, Chapter 107: Getting Ready(2), Chapter 108: Corvinus Castle, Chapter 109: Corvinus Castle, Chapter 110: A Hybrids Fall, Chapter 111: I told you so, Chapter 112: It's You, Chapter 113: Continuation

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