Mission thirty: out of control!

Kiss of the vampire

"The Girl with the Sharp sword"

Mission thirty: out of control!

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.

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!"

"Deyviel!!!!"

To be continued.....