Mission thirty one: lose yourself!

Kiss of the vampire

"The Girl with the Sharp sword"

Mission thirty one: lose yourself!

The creature paused, the flicker of recognition growing stronger. The scales shimmered, and the glow of the artifacts dimmed slightly. Deyviel's eyes darted around the room, searching for something, someone. When all of a sudden they heard someone's voice.

"Well, it's about time we take these things from you. Thanks for incubating it for me," the voice said as he was about to pick up the fused artifacts, but Ethan, Denver, and Kliev sprung into action and kicked his hand away from it.

"Nice move, humans," the mysterious man said while chuckling.

"Man, when I think things won't get any worse, long time no see, Lancer Vlad Valcegor! Or let's say you prepared King of the Vampires! General McDougal said with anger in his voice.

The atmosphere in the clinic shifted dramatically as Lancer Vlad Valcegor, the Vampire King, stepped into the fray. His presence was suffocating, a dark aura that seemed to absorb the very light around him. The tension in the room escalated, and the air crackled with the anticipation of conflict.

"Deyviel, focus!" Ethan shouted, trying to keep his friend grounded amidst the chaos. "You're stronger than him! Remember who you are!"

"Progenitor of all Vampires," Denver whispered.

Lancer's lips curled into a smirk, his eyes glinting with malice. "Ah, the little hunters think they can save their friend. How quaint. But you see, I've come to collect what's rightfully mine." He gestured toward the artifacts still clutched in Deyviel's claws, their glow pulsating ominously.

"Those artifacts are not yours, Lancer!" General McDougal barked, stepping forward, his weapon raised. "You will not take them without a fight!"

Lancer chuckled, a low, menacing sound that sent shivers down the spines of everyone present. "A fight? Oh, I do love a good fight. But I must warn you, I'm not the only one who has grown stronger. Deyviel here is a vessel of untapped power, and with the right push, he could become a true weapon for my cause."

"Deyviel, fight it!" Mizuno urged, his voice filled with desperation. "You're not a weapon! You're our friend!"

For a moment, Deyviel's eyes flickered again, the white receding to reveal the familiar warmth beneath. But Lancer's voice cut through the air like a knife, pulling him back into the depths of his primal instincts. "You think you can save him? He belongs to me now. I will make him my champion the new envoy of Darkness, and together we will bring this world to its knees!"

The generals exchanged worried glances, realizing the gravity of the situation. They had to act quickly before Deyviel was lost to them forever. "We need to create a diversion," General Adrac said, his voice steady. "If we can distract Lancer, we might be able to break the hold he has on Deyviel."

"On my mark," McDougal replied, his eyes narrowing as he prepared for the confrontation. "We need to work together. This is our only chance."

As they readied themselves, Lancer took a step forward, his eyes gleaming with dark amusement. "You think you can stop me? I've already won. Deyviel is mine, and soon, the world will bow to my will."

With a sudden burst of energy, Lancer lunged toward Deyviel, aiming to seize the artifacts from his grasp. But in that moment, Ethan, Denver, and Kliev sprang into action, intercepting Lancer with a coordinated attack. They struck with precision, hoping to buy Deyviel the time he needed to regain control.

"Deyviel, focus on us!" Denver shouted, his voice cutting through the chaos. "We're here for you! Remember your training, remember your friends!"

The clash of weapons echoed through the clinic as the generals engaged Lancer, their movements fluid and precise. But Lancer was a force to be reckoned with, his speed and strength formidable. He dodged their attacks with ease, a wicked grin plastered across his face.

"You think you can defeat me? I am the Vampire King!" he taunted, his voice dripping with arrogance. "You are nothing but insects beneath my heel!"

"Yes, we can." As Vice Captain Elric teleported Captain Cooper above Lancer, launching a surprise aerial attack. The two captains descended upon Lancer with a flurry of strikes, their weapons glinting in the harsh clinic lights. Lancer barely had time to react, his smirk faltering as he was forced to defend against their onslaught.

"Now, Deyviel!" Elric shouted, his voice cutting through the chaos. "You have to fight back! We believe in you!"

Deyviel's body trembled, caught in the throes of the transformation. The primal instincts clawed at his mind, but the voices of his friends began to pierce through the haze. He could feel their presence, their unwavering support, and it ignited a flicker of hope within him.

"Remember who you are!" Kliev shouted, his voice filled with urgency. "You're not just a weapon; you're our friend, you damn ass!!" He shouted, but all of a sudden someone kicked them, freeing Deyviel, and spoke, Long time no see, dear nephew (pointing at Ethan).

"You fucker! You're still alive!! Balthazar!!" Ethan shouted and lunged at him.

Balthazar, the dark enforcer of Lancer, merely chuckled as he sidestepped Ethan's attack with an effortless grace. "Oh, I've been around, dear Ethan. You should know by now that death is merely a temporary inconvenience for those like us." His eyes glinted with malice as he surveyed the chaos unfolding in the clinic.

Ethan's heart raced, a mix of anger and fear coursing through him. "What do you want, Balthazar? You're not welcome here!"

"Yeah, your time into this world is over due fuck face!" Mizuno chime in.

"This time we will be putting you down," Kliev added.

While McDougal and the rest of the higher-ups are fighting Lancer, the lower-rank hunters are fighting the horde of vampires, wendigos, and ghouls that suddenly appear. And the rest of the Black Knights—Emily, Alicia, Yumi, Andrew, and Cymac—are facing off with Cain, Baraka, Fiona, and Glenn, the vampire nobles from before (the ones who captured Ghelle).

The chaos in the clinic escalated as the battle raged on, the air thick with tension and the acrid smell of blood. Deyviel stood at the center of it all, a battleground for the forces of light and darkness. The primal instincts within him clashed violently with the memories of camaraderie and friendship, creating a storm of emotions that threatened to tear him apart.

As Lancer and his minions pressed their advantage, the Black Knights fought valiantly against the tide of darkness. General McDougal and the other generals were locked in a fierce struggle with Lancer, their weapons clashing against his supernatural speed and strength. Each strike was met with a counter, and the clinic became a whirlwind of combat.

"Deyviel!" Ethan shouted, his voice rising above the din. "You have to fight it! We're not giving up on you!" But Deyviel lunged towards a hunter and vampire who were fighting and ripped them apart, killing them both. Damn it! It looks like he doesn't know who's friendly or an enemy. Alicia, use the bind skill on Deyviel; we can't let him kill more people!"He ordered.

"Yes, captain!"

Alicia nodded, her heart racing as she prepared to use her binding skill. She focused her energy, channeling it into a shimmering barrier that enveloped Deyviel. The light pulsed around him, creating a temporary shield that would hopefully restrain his movements without causing him harm.

"Deyviel, please!" she cried out, her voice filled with urgency. "You have to fight this! We're here for you!"

The binding light wrapped around Deyviel, momentarily halting his advance. He staggered, confusion flickering in his eyes as he struggled against the magical restraints. The primal instincts within him roared in protest, but the voices of his friends began to break through the chaos. And another ear-deafening roar he released, and some of the lower-rank vampires, wendigo, and ghouls fell to the ground.

The clinic was a battleground, a chaotic symphony of clashing metal, desperate shouts, and the anguished cries of the wounded. Deyviel stood at the center, a living embodiment of the conflict between light and darkness. The binding light from Alicia's skill wrapped around him, shimmering with a soft glow, but it was a fragile barrier against the tempest of power raging within him.

"Deyviel!" Ethan shouted again, his voice cutting through the chaos. "You have to remember who you are! We're your friends! We're fighting for you!"

While McDougal and the rest were on their knees panting, Lancer was laughing at them.

"Look at you, struggling against the inevitable," Lancer taunted, his voice dripping with mockery. "You think you can save him? Deyviel is mine now, and soon, this world will be too!" He said, but McDougal just smiled.

"Yeah, yeah, if that's your attitude, we will have no choice but to not hold back. Generals! And commanders! Use your soul weapons!" As he shouted that, all of their palms began to glow with a golden light, and each of them grabbed something inside of the light, and when the lights faded, all of them were holding a weapon. McDougal has a golden gauntlet (he called it doomsday) with spikes on its sides. And now his ki aura is skyrocketing. While General Adrac has his Warhammer, niegguwrath. And General Arthur has his Divine Excalibur.

"Now let's go for round 2, fuckface," McDougal shouted, and Lancer's eyes narrowed.

Lancer's laughter echoed through the clinic, a chilling sound that reverberated off the walls. "You think your little toys can match my power? How quaint! I already face humans like you possessing that kind of power you called it soul weapons?" He flexed his fingers, dark energy swirling around him like a storm. The air crackled with tension as the two sides prepared for the inevitable clash.Let me show you that not only you humans are loved by your god," he said, and as he said that, he cut his palm, and his blood dripped onto the floor, and a red light shot up, and one red blood weapon appeared. "Let me introduce to you your soul weapon's counterpart, our very own blood weapon," he said, and a creepy smile appeared on his face.

The atmosphere in the clinic shifted dramatically as Lancer summoned his blood weapon, a grotesque creation that pulsed with dark energy. It was a massive scythe, its blade glistening with a crimson hue, and it radiated an aura of malevolence that sent chills down the spines of everyone present. The very air seemed to thicken with dread as Lancer wielded the weapon with a flourish, his confidence palpable.

"Behold, the Blood Reaper!" Lancer proclaimed, his voice echoing with dark glee. "With this, I will carve a path through you and your precious friends. You think you can stand against me? You are nothing but insects to be crushed!"

General McDougal stepped forward, his gauntlet glowing with a fierce golden light. "We are not afraid of you, Lancer! We will protect Deyviel and stop your reign of terror!" He raised his gauntlet, the spikes glinting ominously as he prepared to charge.

"Then come, let us dance!" Lancer taunted, lunging forward with the Blood Reaper in hand. The scythe sliced through the air, leaving a trail of dark energy in its wake. McDougal met the attack head-on, the impact of their clash sending shockwaves through the clinic.

The other generals followed suit, each engaging Lancer with their own weapons. Adrac swung his Warhammer, Niegguwrath, with precision, while Arthur brandished his Divine Excalibur, its blade shimmering with holy light. The three generals fought in unison, their movements fluid and coordinated, but Lancer was a whirlwind of darkness, evading their strikes with supernatural agility. But Lancer was much faster and stronger as he slashed McDougal with his giant blood swipe! Alongside other generals that got caught up in the attack, the clinic erupted into chaos as Lancer's Blood Reaper cleaved through the air, its dark energy leaving a trail of destruction in its wake. General McDougal staggered back, clutching his side where the scythe had struck, blood seeping through his fingers. The other generals were quick to regroup, but the toll of Lancer's power was evident. As Lancer stepped forward and was about to decapitate McDougal, he said, "Say your last prayers, human. Be honored, because I, the vampire king, am the one who killed you. McDougal just smiled and spat blood on his feet. And Lancer's eyes narrowed in annoyance as he raised his scythe; about to cut McDougal's head off as he swung it, McDougal uttered a word: "You took so long to snap out of it, kid*skid.*smiles*es.*skid.*smiles*es Lancer's body flew through the walls, and one figure stood tall, a tail wagging, and released a blood-gurgling roar that reverberated throughout the area and was ready to face Lancer.

"You think you can stand against me?" Lancer taunted, his scythe gleaming with dark energy. "I will crush you like the insect you are!"

And Deyviel began to charge with all four like a wild animal; he dashed forward and attacked Lancer.

The clinic erupted into chaos as Deyviel, now a creature of raw power and primal fury, charged at Lancer with a ferocity that sent shockwaves through the air. The transformation had awakened something deep within him, a force that was both terrifying and awe-inspiring. The scales glimmered ominously, and the air crackled with energy as he lunged forward, claws outstretched, ready to confront the Vampire King.

Lancer, momentarily taken aback by Deyviel's sudden resurgence, quickly regained his composure. "Ah, the little beast awakens! How delightful!" he sneered, raising the Blood Reaper to meet Deyviel's charge. The two collided with a force that shook the very foundations of the clinic, the sound echoing like thunder.

Deyviel's primal instincts drove him forward, his claws raking against Lancer's scythe, sparks flying as the two forces clashed. The air was thick with tension, and the other hunters watched in awe and fear as their friend fought against the darkness that threatened to consume him. "Oh, so you don't really regain your sanity yet. Hahaha, this is fun! A human that can defy the demonic cursed corruption, hahaha, with only his instinct to protect his fellow humans, hahaha, what a wonderful specimen!" He shouted while still engaged in an intense combat with possessed Deyviel.

The battle raged on, a chaotic symphony of clashing metal, roars of primal fury, and the desperate cries of the wounded. Deyviel, now a creature of raw power, fought with an intensity that was both terrifying and awe-inspiring. His claws met Lancer's Blood Reaper in a flurry of strikes, each blow resonating with the weight of their conflict.

"You think you can defeat me, little beast?" Lancer taunted, his voice dripping with arrogance. "You are nothing but a pawn in this game, a mere vessel for my amusement!"

Deyviel growled in response, the primal instincts within him roaring to life. He lunged forward, his claws aimed at Lancer's throat, but the Vampire King sidestepped with supernatural agility, countering with a swift slash of his scythe. The blade grazed Deyviel's side, drawing blood and igniting a surge of rage within him. And Deyviel stepped back and opened his mouth, and Lancer's eyes narrowed and slowly widened when he saw something gathering in front of Deyviel's mouth, and it's began to grow big when he tried to move; something was holding him, and when he looked down, he saw two giant, blue, spirit-like arms is holding him while Deyviel was still charging his attack.

The clinic was a battleground, chaos reigning as Deyviel and Lancer clashed in a fierce struggle for dominance. The air crackled with energy, the tension palpable as the two forces collided. Deyviel, now a creature of raw power, was driven by primal instincts, but deep within him, a flicker of his humanity fought to break free.

As Lancer taunted him, Deyviel's rage surged, and he unleashed a guttural roar that echoed through the clinic. The sound reverberated off the walls, sending shivers down the spines of everyone present. The blue, spirit-like arms that held Lancer in place glowed with an ethereal light, a manifestation of Deyviel's inner strength and determination to protect his friends.

"You think you can hold me?" Lancer sneered, struggling against the spectral arms. "You are nothing but a child playing with forces beyond your comprehension!"

But Deyviel was undeterred. He focused all his energy into the gathering power in his mouth, a swirling vortex of raw energy that pulsed with intensity. The clinic trembled as the energy coalesced, forming a massive orb of light that radiated with a fierce brilliance.

"Let go of me!" Lancer roared, his voice laced with fury. He struggled against the spectral arms, but they held firm, their grip unyielding. The other generals and hunters watched in awe, their hearts racing as they witnessed the clash of titans. And all of a sud Deyviel unleashed that giant dark red ball of ord towards Lancer, and McDougal shouted, "Everyone hit the deck!!! Cover your head!!!"

"Oh no!? Balthazar uttered.

The clinic erupted into chaos as Deyviel unleashed the massive orb of dark red energy toward Lancer. The sheer force of the attack sent shockwaves through it's path destroyeing everything with The other hunters and generals dove for cover, their hearts pounding in their chests as they braced for the impact.

"I said Get down!" General McDougal shouted, his voice cutting through the din. He quickly positioned himself in front of the other hunters, ready to shield them from the impending explosion. The tension in the air was palpable, a mix of fear and anticipation as they awaited the outcome of Deyviel's attack.

Lancer's eyes widened in shock as the orb hurtled toward him, the dark energy swirling with a malevolent force. "You think you can defeat me with this pitiful display?" he sneered, but there was a hint of uncertainty in his voice. He raised the Blood Reaper, preparing to counter the attack, but the sheer size and power of the orb were overwhelming.

The moment of impact was cataclysmic. The orb collided with Lancer, engulfing him in a blinding explosion of light and energy. The force of the blast sent a shockwave rippling through the clinic, knocking everyone off their feet. The walls trembled, and debris rained down as the energy surged outward, illuminating the room in a brilliant flash.

To be continued...