Mission twenty eight: the Demonic arm!

Kiss of the vampire

"The Girl with the Sharp sword"

Mission twenty eight: the Demonic arm!

When they reached the hangar, Dr. Chen was already there, flanked by her team of researchers. They were busy preparing equipment and discussing the best way to handle the artifact. Mizuno stood by, his expression serious as he observed the preparations.

"Everyone ready?" Ethan asked, scanning the group.

"Ready as we'll ever be," Dr. Chen replied, her eyes gleaming with anticipation. "I've gathered some specialized tools for analyzing the arm. We need to be cautious; artifacts like this can be unpredictable."

"Let's get moving then," Ethan said, leading the way to the transport vehicle. The team climbed aboard, and as the doors sealed shut, a sense of purpose filled the air.

As they traveled to the site of the shrine, Ethan briefed the team on what they knew so far. "The arm is believed to be linked to Razuel and the resurgence of the ghouls. We need to determine its properties and any potential threats it may pose."

"Ready as we'll ever be," Dr. Chen replied, her eyes gleaming with anticipation. "I've gathered some specialized tools for analyzing the arm. We need to be cautious; artifacts like this can be unpredictable."

"Let's get moving then," Ethan said, leading the way to the aircraft. The team climbed aboard, and as the doors sealed shut, a sense of purpose filled the air.

As the transport vehicle soared through the air, the team settled into their seats, the hum of the engines providing a steady backdrop to their thoughts. Ethan glanced around at his team—Mizuno, Dr. Chen, and the other researchers—each one focused and ready for the task ahead. The weight of the mission hung heavily in the air, but there was also a spark of excitement. They were on the brink of uncovering something significant, something that could change the tide in their ongoing battle against the creatures that plagued their world.

"Dr. Chen," Ethan began, breaking the silence, "what do we know about the arm so far? Any theories on its origin or purpose?"

Dr. Chen adjusted her glasses, her expression thoughtful. "As for what Captain John Cooper and Captain Brixton report, it appears it is emitting some kind of energy, unlike your ki manipulation.

It seems to resonate with a unique frequency that could be tied to the supernatural forces we've been encountering. The blue flames you mentioned are particularly intriguing; they might indicate a connection to a higher form of energy or even a protective mechanism."

Ethan nodded, absorbing the information. "So, it could be a weapon or a shield of some sort?"

"Exactly, or something like that, I'm not certain until I get closer to it," Dr. Chen replied, her enthusiasm growing. "If we can harness its properties, it might give us an edge against Razuel and the ghouls. But we need to be cautious. Artifacts like this can have unpredictable effects, especially if they're tied to powerful entities."

Mizuno chimed in, "What about the risks? If it's linked to Razuel, could it have any residual influence over us?"

Dr. Chen nodded, her expression serious. "That's a valid concern, Mizuno. Artifacts tied to powerful entities often carry their essence or influence. We need to approach it with caution. I recommend using protective gear and conducting our analysis from a safe distance initially. If we can determine its properties without direct contact, that would be ideal."

Ethan leaned back in his seat, contemplating the implications. "So, we need to be prepared for anything. If it has the potential to influence us, we should have contingency plans in place."

"Agreed," Dr. Chen replied. "I'll ensure we have protective wards and barriers set up at the site. We can also bring in some of the specialized equipment we've developed for dealing with supernatural artifacts."

As the transport vehicle continued its journey, the team discussed their strategies and preparations. The atmosphere was charged with a mix of anticipation and anxiety, each member acutely aware of the stakes involved.

After what felt like an eternity, the transport vehicle began its descent toward the shrine. The landscape below was rugged and foreboding, the remnants of the battle still visible in the form of scorched earth and scattered debris. Ethan could see the outline of the shrine in the distance, a dark silhouette against the backdrop of the setting sun.

"Prepare for landing!" Ethan called out, his voice steady despite the tension in the air. The team secured their gear and braced themselves as the vehicle touched down with a thunder.

Once the doors opened, a rush of cool air greeted them, carrying the faint scent of burnt earth and lingering energy. Ethan stepped out first, scanning the area for any signs of danger. The shrine loomed ahead, its ancient stones weathered and cracked but still exuding an aura of power.

"Stay alert," Ethan instructed, leading the way toward the shrine. "We don't know if any creatures are still lurking around," he said, and as they walk, two raid squads approach them and guild them inside.

As Ethan and his team approached the shrine, the atmosphere shifted, palpable tension hanging in the air. The remnants of the battle they had fought earlier were still fresh in their minds, and the sight of the ancient structure, with its dark stones and eerie glow, sent a shiver down Ethan's spine.

"How does it look?" Captain Cooper asks Ethan.

"Well, it's like it's old, he replied.

"So General McDougal trusted this newbie to handle the artifact? Brixton said.

"Yeah, you can't touch it. Cooper can't, so maybe he can." He replied, and Deyviel readying himself, "Okay, Deyviel, I want you to touch it really quick and tell me what you feel from it, ok?" Doctor Chen said.

Deyviel nodded, his eyes wide with excitement and a hint of apprehension. He stepped forward, the blue flames flickering around the floating arm, casting an ethereal glow on his face. The air felt charged with energy, and he could sense the power emanating from the artifact.

"Be careful, kid," Ethan cautioned, his voice low but firm. "If you feel anything off, step back immediately."

"Got it"

Deyviel took a deep breath, focusing on the arm. As he reached out, the flames danced around his fingers, warm but not painful. The moment his skin made contact with the artifact, a surge of energy coursed through him, and he gasped, his eyes widening in surprise.

And the moment Deyviel skin touches it, nothing happens. He's able to touch it right away. "Welp, I can't touch it now, what?" He asked, but all of a sudden everything flashed white. And he heard a voice.

"Welcome back, Deyviel, welcome," the voice said.

Deyviel stood frozen, his hand still resting on the floating arm, the blue flames flickering around him like a protective aura. The voice echoed in his mind, both soothing and commanding, as if it were a part of him. "Who are you?" he managed to ask, his voice trembling slightly.

"I am the essence of the arm you touch, a fragment of power that has been bound to this artifact for centuries," the voice replied, and something clicked and the voice tone changed. "Oww, so you already have the skull essence. We will start the second trial.

"Ow yeah, now I remember. Ok, I'm ready, skully," he replied.

"The trail of the braves will commence now!" As the voice said, the white room changed into a dungeon.

"Fuck me, Im fuck this time, he said, as a dozen unknown creatures surrounded him.

Deyviel's heart raced as he found himself in the dimly lit dungeon, the air thick with oppressive energy. The creatures surrounding him were grotesque, their forms shifting and writhing in the shadows. Some had elongated limbs, while others sported jagged teeth and glowing eyes that pierced through the darkness. Panic threatened to take hold, but he remembered the voice's assurance.

"Stay calm," he whispered to himself, trying to center his thoughts. "This is just a trial, huh, but it's more like an execution."

The voice echoed in his mind again, resonating with a strange familiarity. "You must prove your worth, Deyviel. Face these creatures and show your bravery while reaching the altar and grabbing the arm there. Only then will you unlock the true potential of the arm."

"Right," he muttered, steeling himself. "Bravery. Well, I think I can do this."

The creatures began to advance, their movements fluid and predatory. Deyviel took a deep breath, focusing on the energy that had surged through him when he touched the arm. He could feel it pulsing within him—a connection that was both exhilarating and terrifying.

"Let's see what you've got," he said, summoning the ki energy inside him as a yellow light flickered to life in his palm, mirroring the flames of the arm. He hurled it at the nearest creature, "Let's try this" (he form his finger like a gun and shouted ray gun! (Authors note: yeah it's a nod to yuyuhakusho.) the fire exploding on impact and illuminating the dungeon in a brilliant light. "Haha, it's works. Hahaha I'll be damn if it's not🤣.

The explosion sent shockwaves through the dungeon, the light momentarily blinding the grotesque creatures that had surrounded Deyviel. He could feel the energy coursing through him, a newfound confidence igniting his spirit. The first creature, caught off guard, staggered back, its form writhing in pain as the flames consumed it.

"One down!" Deyviel shouted, excitement flooding his veins. But he knew this was just the beginning. The remaining creatures, now enraged, turned their attention toward him, their eyes glowing with a predatory hunger.

"Stay focused!" the voice echoed in his mind, urging him on. "You must harness the power within you."

Deyviel took a deep breath, centering himself. He could feel the connection to the arm deepening, the blue flames flickering in response to his emotions. "Alright, let's do this!" he declared, channeling his ki energy once more. This time, he focused on creating a barrier of light around himself, a protective shield against the oncoming onslaught.

The creatures lunged at him, their claws and teeth bared, but Deyviel stood firm, the barrier shimmering as they collided with it. The impact sent ripples through the energy field, but he held his ground. "You'll have to do better than that!" he taunted, feeling the power of the arm resonating with his own. And as he turned ahead, he saw more creatures coming after him, so he ran. Towards the alter while parrying most of the attacks from the creatures. "Man, they're so many."

Deyviel sprinted through the dungeon, dodging and weaving as the grotesque creatures lunged at him from all sides. The air was thick with the stench of decay, and the sounds of their snarls echoed ominously in the confined space. He could feel the adrenaline pumping through his veins, heightening his senses and sharpening his focus.

"Keep moving!" the voice urged, its tone both encouraging and commanding. "You must reach the altar!"

Deyviel's heart raced as he spotted the altar in the distance, a faint glow emanating from it. It was surrounded by a swirling mist of energy, and he could sense the power radiating from it. But between him and the altar stood a horde of the creatures, their eyes glinting with malice.

"Alright, let's turn up the heat!" Deyviel shouted, channeling his ki energy once more. He thrust his hands forward, unleashing a wave of fiery energy that surged toward the nearest group of creatures (shotgun blow!(authors note: yeah the m.c really love to do this kind of shit just ignore it.). He yelled. Yellow light engulfed them similar to a shut gun fire line and it's hits multiple enemy and its illuminating the dungeon in a brilliant light as they screeched in agony.

The explosion sent the creatures flying, their forms disintegrating in the intense heat. Deyviel felt a surge of exhilaration as he watched them vanish, but he knew he couldn't let his guard down. More were coming, and he had to reach the altar.

"Keep pushing forward!" the voice urged, its presence a steadying force in the chaos. Deyviel sprinted toward the altar, dodging the remaining creatures that lunged at him. He could feel the energy of the arm calling to him, a beacon of power that promised to enhance his abilities.

As he neared the altar, he could see the arm floating above it, surrounded by a swirling vortex of blue flames. It pulsed with energy, and Deyviel felt an overwhelming urge to grasp it. But he knew he had to clear the path first.

"Ok let's try something this is my dream world right, so it means I can do it here. (Authors note: Deyviel planng to use a similar tehcniqe like the restraint skill he use last time.With a determined shout, he unleashed another wave of ki energy, this time focusing on creating a barrier that would push the creatures back. The light expanded outward, forcing the grotesque beings to retreat, their snarls turning to shrieks of frustration.

"Almost there!" Deyviel urged himself, his heart pounding in his chest. He could see the altar now, the arm hovering just above it, beckoning him closer. But the creatures were regrouping, their eyes filled with a fierce hunger as they prepared to charge once more. As he's about to touch the arm, one creature lounges forward and is about to slice his head. When his hand touches the arm, a bright white lith explodes as the light disappears. The creature's eyes widen as he can see Deyviel caught his claw using his hand, and it's coated with aura, and his arm transforms into the floating arm appearance; it's got scales claw like fingers like a dragon's skin and a glowing pattern from his elbow down to his fist his knuckles has spikes. And his palm is glowing blue, and his finger too. And his hair slowly turning while his right eye turn black with red pupils. "Now so fast, Jackass!" As he said that, he pushed the claw that sends the creature back, and when he tried to grab one of the creatures, he missed, but all of a sudden a bright blue big arm grabbed it for him, mimicing his arm movement.What the?!" He said, his eyes widening, and then it clicks. "Ok, let's try this," he said. And began to use the creature his blue arm was holding to mash against other monsters around.

Deyviel felt a rush of exhilaration as the power of the floating arm coursed through him, amplifying his strength and agility. The grotesque creatures that had once seemed so menacing were now mere playthings in his grasp. With a flick of his wrist, he sent the creature he was holding crashing into another, the impact echoing through the dungeon like thunder.

"Ha! This is incredible!" he shouted, his voice filled with newfound confidence. The blue flames surrounding the arm flickered in response, as if they were alive, feeding off his excitement and determination.

The remaining creatures hesitated, their snarls turning to wary growls as they assessed the sudden shift in power. Deyviel took advantage of their momentary confusion, charging forward with the strength of the arm propelling him. He swung his new appendage like a massive club, smashing through the ranks of the Grotesque beings with ease.

"Come on! Is this all you've got?" he taunted, his laughter echoing off the dungeon walls. The creatures, now desperate, lunged at him from all sides, but Deyviel was ready. He spun around, using the arm to deflect their attacks while simultaneously countering with powerful strikes.

With each blow, he felt the energy of the arm resonating with his own, creating a symphony of power that surged through him. He could feel the essence of the arm guiding his movements, enhancing his reflexes and instincts. It was as if he had become one with the artifact, and the connection only deepened his resolve.

"You're not going to stop me!" Deyviel shouted, launching himself into the fray. He grabbed one of the creatures mid-lunge, using its momentum against it to throw it into a wall. The impact sent a shockwave through the dungeon, and the creature crumpled to the ground, defeated.

As he continued to fight, Deyviel noticed that the blue flames of the arm were beginning to change, swirling around him in a protective barrier. It was as if the arm was not only enhancing his strength but also shielding him from harm. He could feel the energy pulsing, responding to his emotions and intentions.

"Alright, let's finish this!" he declared, his voice ringing with determination. He focused on the remaining creatures, channeling the energy of the arm into a concentrated blast. "Let's try making you big! As the floating transparent arm grows in size, Deyviel smiles. Let's end this, shall we?" he shouted, unleashing his giant arm to the ground, and the strength of that punch sent a massive shockwave that vaporized the remaining grotesque beings.

The dungeon trembled as the shockwave reverberated through its dark corridors, dust and debris cascading from the ceiling. Deyviel stood amidst the remnants of the grotesque creatures, panting heavily, his heart racing from the adrenaline of the battle. The blue flames of the arm flickered around him, a testament to the power he had just wielded.

"Man, I think I overdid it," he said as we saw the destructive power of his newfound power. And the voice just sigh.

"Impressive," the voice echoed in his mind, a hint of approval lacing its tone. "You have proven your bravery and strength. The arm has chosen you as its wielder."

Deyviel looked at his right shoulder, the floating arm still mimiking his right arm movement, and looked down to his true arm, now seamlessly integrated with his own, its scales shimmering in the dim light. "So, what now? Is this it? Do I just get to keep it?" he asked, a mix of excitement and uncertainty in his voice.

"Yes, but with great power comes great responsibility," the voice replied (pfft. Who am I, spiderman? Deyviel chime in, but the voice just ignores him), its tone shifting to a more serious note. "You must learn to control it, to harness its energy without succumbing to its darker impulses. The arm is a conduit of immense power, and it can amplify both your strengths and your weaknesses."

Deyviel nodded, absorbing the weight of the voice's words. "I get it. I need to be careful. But how do I control it? I mean, I just went all out back there."

"You will learn through practice and experience," the voice explained. "The arm will respond to your intentions, but you must remain focused and disciplined. Seek balance within yourself, and the arm will amplify your abilities without overwhelming you."

"Balance, huh?" Deyviel mused, glancing at the remnants of the dungeon around him. "I guess I have my work cut out for me."

"Indeed. But first, you must return to your world. Your friends await you, and they will need your newfound strength in the battles to come." As Deyviel canceled out his big floating arm, his body got instantly healed by the voice.

Deyviel felt a rush of energy as the voice's power coursed through him, healing his wounds and revitalizing his spirit. The dungeon around him began to fade, the oppressive darkness lifting as the white light enveloped him once more.

"Gee thanks"

"Wait, what about the creatures?" he asked, glancing around in confusion.

"They have been vanquished," the voice assured him. "You have proven your worth, and the trial is complete. Now, return to your friends. I'm looking forward to our next meeting; make sure you're the one who can grab the 3rd artifact." As the voice fades, Deyviel Ayes snaps one at the real world.

Deyviel blinked as the blinding white light faded, and he found himself back in the shrine, surrounded by his teammates. The atmosphere was tense, and the remnants of the battle they had fought earlier still lingered in the air. He looked down at his right arm, but his arm was back to normal human skin, and he just raised his eyebrows, and then he felt something in his palm. When he opens it, it's a large blue crystal.

Deyviel stared at the large blue crystal resting in his palm, its surface shimmering with an otherworldly glow. The energy radiating from it felt familiar, echoing the power he had just wielded in the trial. He could sense that it was more than just a crystal; it was a fragment of the arm's essence, a piece of the power he had unlocked.

"Whoa, what is that?" Mizuno asked, stepping closer to get a better look. The other team members gathered around, their expressions a mix of curiosity and concern.

"I think it's a part of the arm," Deyviel replied, his voice filled with awe. "I touched it during the trial, and it just... appeared." As he said that, he threw it to Ethan.

Ethan caught the large blue crystal, feeling a surge of energy pulse through him as it made contact with his palm. He examined it closely, the light reflecting off its surface in mesmerizing patterns. "This is incredible," he said, his voice filled with wonder. "It must be a manifestation of the arm's power. We need to analyze it further."

Dr. Chen stepped forward, her eyes wide with excitement. "If that crystal is indeed a fragment of the arm, it could provide us with invaluable insights into its properties and potential applications. We need to secure it and study it immediately. Then where's the arm?" He asks, then they all look at Deyviel.

"Ahm…I think I kinda,...absorb it sort of," he replied, scratching the back of his neck. While smiling weirdly avoiding their eyes.

"Fuck the what?!" They all shouted in unison.

To be continued....

Authors note:

Character bio

Name: Brixton Marco

Age: 34

Height: 6'2

Eyes: black

Hair: brown

Blood: B

Occupation: hunter

Position: squad Captain

Rank: S+

Weapon : Hummer ( status 90% durability)silver coated.

Awaken: yes

Ability: ki manipulation

Attributes: gravity

Soul weapon: Warhammer of torment

Skill: none

Status: alive.