Mission thirty four: Challenger!

Kiss of the vampire

"The Girl with the Sharp sword"

Mission thirty four: Challenger!

Meanwhile, Deyviel was still locked in a fierce struggle against Lancer, his body moving on instinct as if possessed by a primal force. Unleashing a barrage of smaller dark red orb bombs, clusters of explosions reverberated throughout the area. While Lancer woke up a few minutes after getting hit by Deyviel's giant dark red orb of energy. He's hurt really badly but still alive. Tsk, that's was a nice Y you have there, brat! "He snarled. And Deyviel just growled at him and vanished and appeared beside him, backhanding Lancer and sending him flying through mountains.

The impact of Deyviel's backhand sent Lancer crashing through the mountains, the force of the blow creating a shockwave that rattled the very earth beneath them. Dust and debris filled the air as Lancer struggled to regain his footing, his body battered but not broken. He glared at Deyviel, a mix of anger and disbelief etched across his face.

"You think you can just toy with me? I'm the one why a pathetic being like you is now possessing that kind of power! Because of me, you're now have demonic power! You shouldn't be attacking me; I'm your master, your creator! Obey me, human!" Lancer spat, wiping blood from the corner of his mouth. "I am not some weakling you can dismiss so easily!Deyviel's growl reverberated through the air.

"And all of a sudden he heard him laughing maniacally, his voice somewhat demonic and horrifying; if a normal person hears it, they will go insane by listening to it. As he continued to laugh, we could see his mouth is glowing with cracks and patterns on his full body scales glowing red, and finally it spoke. So you're the one who's trying to connect to the utter Gods? Hahahaha!

You think you can control me? You think you can command a force of nature?"Deyviel's voice echoed, a deep, resonant growl that sent chills down Lancer's spine. The air around them crackled with energy, the very fabric of reality seeming to warp under the weight of Deyviel's power.

Lancer's bravado faltered for a moment, his eyes widening as he took a step back. "What are you talking about? You're just a human! You're nothing without me!" he shouted, trying to regain his composure. But the fear creeping into his voice was unmistakable. Deyviel's laughter continued, a sound that resonated with both madness and power. "You think I need you? You were merely a vessel for their war! Hahahaha! A means to an end. I am a transcended being beyond your control! I am the embodiment of chaos and destruction; I am the new De—but as he says that, something inside him cuts him off, and he holds his head in pain. and falls to his knees. And one voice resurfaces:Fuck.""

And this is the opportunity Lancer needed to escape. As he escapes, he vows he will take his revenge on him someday. "I am surely going to kill you with my own hands, Deyviel Keith, marine!" he shouted as he flew off he shouted.

"Heh, at least I have s," he murmurs as he looks at what he's holding. It turns out he grabbed the fused artifacts while fighting Deyviel.

Meanwhile, after Ben Rayleigh and his team finish their mission with the other squad, he senses something bad.

"Hey Cap, we're about to clean—" As Nharck was about finished with what he was saying, he noticed that Ben's face wasn't supposed to be frowning; he always has a calm face no matter what, but now his captain now has a serious face and is looking at somewhere. What's wrong, Cap? "he asks.

"Something is happening in the base; I'm going to tell the other captains to follow me to the base." As he vanished.

"Wa...wait, captain. Tsk, man, fine," he said and went to tell the other captains to go back to the H.Q.

Back in the base.

Deyviel is still in his demon form and trying to regain control of his body.

"Who the hell are you? Get out of my head!!" Deyviel shouted while still holding his head.

The air crackled with tension as Deyviel struggled against the internal chaos threatening to consume him. His body, still transformed into a fearsome demon, trembled with the effort of resisting the dark force that clawed at his consciousness. The remnants of Lancer's influence lingered like a shadow, whispering insidious thoughts that sought to undermine his will.

"You're weak, Deyviel," the voice taunted, echoing in the recesses of his mind. "You think you can defy me? I am the power that flows through you, the darkness that fuels your strength. Embrace it!"

"Heh, embrace my ass; I'm not embracing you, you fucker! Go find someone to gayfu," he snarled. The struggle within Deyviel intensified, the voice in his head growing louder, more insistent. "You think you can resist me? You are nothing without me! I am the darkness that gives you strength, the chaos that makes you powerful! You are merely a vessel, a puppet dancing on strings I control!"

Deyviel's fists clenched, his nails digging into his palms as he fought against the tide of despair and rage threatening to overwhelm him. "I am not your puppet!" he roared, his voice echoing through the desolate landscape around him. "I am Deyviel Keith Martine!, and I will not be your plaything! You GAY VOICE!" Deyviel shouted, but the voice is clever by showing Deyviel the deaths of his friends, and that fuels the anger inside him.

"Damn you, Vampires!" As he shouted, the voice is slowly gaining control, and again Deyviel is no more. The landscape around Deyviel shifted, the air thick with tension as the internal battle raged on. The remnants of his friends' faces flashed before him, their smiles now twisted into expressions of pain and despair. Each image was a dagger to his heart, fueling the darkness that sought to consume him.

"Look at them, Deyviel," the voice hissed, its tone dripping with malice. "They are gone because of your weakness. You could have saved them, but you hesitated. You let them die because of what? Because of your sense of justice? Don't make me laugh. People with that kind of mindset just ended up losing everything, so I advised you to embrace the power I offer, and you can bring them back. You can have your revenge. and eradicate those who threaten to harm your friends and loved ones, and you can have that hero of justice you yearn for."

Deyviel's breath quickened, the weight of guilt pressing down on him like a physical force. "No! I won't let you manipulate me!" he shouted, but the voice only laughed, a chilling sound that echoed in the depths of his mind.

"You think you can resist the inevitable?" the voice taunted, its tone mocking and sinister. "You are nothing without me, Deyviel. You are a mere shadow of what you could be. Embrace the darkness, and you will gain the power to change everything. You can rewrite your fate!"

Deyviel's heart raced as he felt the darkness clawing at the edges of his consciousness, threatening to pull him under. Memories of his friends—of their laughter, their camaraderie, their sacrifices—flooded his mind, each one a reminder of what he had lost. The pain was unbearable, and for a moment, he felt the seductive pull of the voice's promises. And as one last image was shown to him (Ghelle's lifeless body pierced by Lancer), Deyviel's eyes widened, and he snapped. And a massive explosion of ki and dark energy shakes the whole island. Another road is heard. "Ah, your sin, Rage! the voice said.

"Deyviel, no," Denver said as he regained consciousness and struggled to get to his feet. "I have to stop him; I have to calm him down," he said to himself.

As Denver staggered to his feet, the ground beneath him trembled from the residual shockwaves of Deyviel's unleashed power. The air was thick with a palpable tension, a mix of dread and anticipation. He could feel the chaotic energy radiating from Deyviel, a force that threatened to consume everything in its path.

"Deyviel!" Denver shouted, his voice strained but resolute. "You have to fight it! Remember who you are! You're not just a vessel for darkness; you're a protector! You fight for your friends, for justice!" He shouted, but Deyviel isn't responding.

But the response was a guttural roar that echoed through the mountains, a sound that sent shivers down Denver's spine. Deyviel's form was shifting, the demonic energy swirling around him like a tempest, and the once-familiar features of his friend were becoming increasingly distorted. But one mysterious man calmly spoke while walking.

"Don't bother him. Now under the influence of that damn God of whatever, he's still an asshole," Ben Rayleigh said and put a hand over Denver's trembling shoulder.

"Si…sir Ben.?" Denver murmurs.

"Don't worry, kid. I'm here now. Go get your friends to safety; I'll handle the rest," he confidently said with a smile.

Denver hesitated, torn between the instinct to stay and help his friend and the urgency of Ben's command. The chaos surrounding Deyviel was palpable, a swirling maelstrom of dark energy that threatened to engulf everything in its path. He could see the struggle within Deyviel, the flicker of his true self fighting against the overwhelming darkness.

"Are you sure you can handle this?" Denver asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Ben's smile widened, a glint of determination in his eyes. "I've faced worse. Just trust me. Get your friends to safety. We can't afford to lose anyone else today."

With a heavy heart, Denver nodded, knowing that Ben was right. He turned and sprinted away, the weight of his decision pressing down on him. As he ran, he could feel the ground shake beneath him, the air crackling with energy. He had to find the others and get them to safety before Deyviel's rage consumed everything.

Meanwhile, Ben stepped forward, his expression shifting from calm confidence to fierce determination. He could feel the dark energy radiating from Deyviel, a chaotic force that threatened to spiral out of control. "This is bad… I don't think things would go like this if I knew I'd be staying. But we don't have time for regret; let's wrap things up here, shall we? Deyviel!" he shouted, his voice cutting through the chaos. "You need to listen to me! This isn't you! Fight it! If I'm correct, you're hearing gay shit, right?! Don't listen to it. Just calm your—" As he was about to finish his sentence, Deyviel teleported in front of him, and his claws were about to slice him. But Ben Rayleigh is built different; he just casually parries Deyviel's attacks like he's playing with a kid with a wooden sword.

The clash of power reverberated through the air as Deyviel's claws met Ben's defenses. The sheer force of the impact sent shockwaves rippling through the ground, but Ben stood firm, his expression unwavering. "Is that all you've got?" he taunted, a smirk playing on his lips as he sidestepped another swipe, his movements fluid and precise.

Deyviel's eyes, once filled with determination, were now clouded with rage and confusion. The darkness within him roared, urging him to unleash his full power, to obliterate everything in his path. "Grooaaaahhhhh," Deyviel growled, his voice a mix of fury and despair. The chaotic energy around him surged, creating a tempest of dark energy that threatened to consume everything nearby.

Ben, however, remained undeterred. "You're stronger than this, Deyviel! You're not just a weapon of destruction; you're a protector, one of us! Remember who you are! And what you're fighting for, so don't blindly succumb to a rage because someone shows you your failures. I know you still regret you couldn't save them, Christine, Rachel, and the others. Because you're weak. Yeah, you're definitely a weak one. For now you can still save one person, Deyviel! You can still save Ghelle!" His voice cut through the chaos, a beacon of hope amidst the storm.

Deyviel's claws hesitated mid-swipe, the words striking a chord deep within him. For a fleeting moment, the chaos around him dimmed, and the memories of his friends flooded back—laughter shared, battles fought side by side, and the bonds that had been forged in the fires of conflict. Ghelle's face, bright and full of life, flashed before his eyes, and the weight of his failure pressed down on him like a mountain.

"Stop it!" Deyviel roared, his voice a mixture of anguish and fury. "You don't understand! I couldn't save them! I couldn't save any of them!" The darkness within him writhed, feeding off his pain, but Ben's presence was a steady anchor amidst the storm.

To be continued....