Mission thirty five: new found hope!

Kiss of the vampire

"The Girl with the Sharp sword"

Mission thirty five: new found hope!

You can still save Ghelle!" Ben shouted, his voice cutting through the tumult. "You have the power to change this! You're not just a vessel for darkness; you're a hunter! Fight for them, Deyviel! Fight for the ones you love!"

Deyviel's breath hitched, the internal battle raging on. The voice of the darkness hissed in his mind, trying to drown out Ben's words. "Embrace me, Deyviel! I can give you the power to bring them back! You can have your revenge! You can be the hero you always wanted to be!

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But Ben's voice was louder, more insistent. "You don't need revenge! You need to honor their memory! Fight for them, not against them! You're not alone in this! We're all here for you!"

With a guttural roar, Deyviel staggered back, clutching his head as the conflicting voices battled for dominance. The dark energy around him flickered, wavering as if unsure of its hold. "No! I won't let you control me!" he shouted, his voice breaking through the chaos. "I am Deyviel Keith Martine! I am not your puppet, you gay shit motherfucker! Go fuck yourself, you ass clamp!" As he said that, Deyviel grabbed one of his horns and broke it, and his body slowly turned back to normal

The transformation was violent, a tempest of energy swirling around him as Deyviel fought against the darkness that had threatened to consume him. The chaotic energy crackled and hissed, but with each passing moment, Deyviel's resolve grew stronger. He could feel the remnants of Lancer's influence fading, the insidious whispers losing their grip on his mind.

As the last vestiges of the dark energy dissipated, Deyviel fell to his knees, panting heavily. His body trembled, not just from the exertion of the battle but from the emotional turmoil that had surged through him. The memories of his friends, their laughter, their sacrifices, flooded back, and he felt a deep ache in his heart. But amidst the pain, there was a flicker of hope—a reminder of why he fought.

Ben stepped forward, his expression softening as he saw Deyviel's struggle. "You did it, Deyviel. You fought back. You're stronger than you think," he said, his voice steady and reassuring.

Deyviel looked up, his eyes still filled with a mix of anger and sorrow. "But at what cost? I almost lost myself… I almost hurt you," he replied, his voice trembling.

"Hurt me? C'mon, kid. You're nowhere near of doing that. C'mon, let's go; your friend is waiting for you." As he said that, Deyviel just flipped his middle finger.

Ben chuckled, shaking his head at Deyviel's defiance. "You really are something else, you know that? But we need to move. You guys need to heal up; we need to have a meeting," Ben said that with a grim expression.

Deyviel pushed himself to his feet, still feeling the residual effects of the dark energy that had threatened to consume him. He took a deep breath, grounding himself in the present, and glanced at Ben, who stood resolute beside him. "You're right. We need to regroup and figure out our next move," he said, determination creeping back into his voice.

As they began to make their way back to the base, the landscape around them bore the scars of their battle. Craters and fissures marred the ground, remnants of the chaos that had unfolded. Deyviel's heart ached at the thought of what could have happened if he hadn't fought back against the darkness. The faces of his friends lingered in his mind, a reminder of the stakes at play.

Five days later, after that intense battle, our hunters are currently rebuilding their HQ. And Deyviel and the rest of the main attack force are now gathering in front of generals and commanders. They are having a discussion about what's their next move against Lancer, who now has all of the artifacts and also a key (Ghelle), as Ben relays and information about the situation. Lancer is now waiting for the red moon to appear to activate the artifacts and summon one of the outer Gods.

The atmosphere in the makeshift headquarters was tense, a palpable mix of anxiety and determination hanging in the air. Deyviel stood among his comrades, the scars of their recent battle still fresh in their minds. The room was filled with the murmurs of strategizing hunters, their faces illuminated by the flickering light of makeshift lanterns. Ben Rayleigh stood at the front, his presence commanding as he prepared to address the gathered forces.

"Listen up, everyone!" Ben's voice cut through the chatter, drawing the attention of the room. "We've all felt the weight of our losses, and we know what's at stake. Lancer has the artifacts, and with them, he plans to summon one of the Outer Gods during the red moon. We cannot allow that to happen."

Deyviel clenched his fists, the memory of Lancer's taunts still echoing in his mind. The thought of Ghelle being used as a pawn in Lancer's twisted game fueled his resolve. He exchanged glances with Denver, who stood beside him, his expression a mix of worry and determination." This is my fault, if I didn't lose control we still has the artifacts." He whispered to himself but Denver , Alicia,Yumi, Emily , Cymac, Kliev, Andrew and Mizuno heard him .

"Hey man, don't blame your self no one here is blaming you. " Denver said hands on Deyviel's shoulder comporting his best friend.

"Yeah, if you want a blame competn, Lancer won the contest, so stop pouting; you're just making yourself a little bitch." Kliev said arms cross.

"We need to act fast," Ben continued, pacing in front of the gathered hunters. "Lancer is not just a threat to us; he's a threat to the entire realm. If he succeeds in his plan, the consequences will be catastrophic. We need to gather our forces and strike before he can complete the ritual."

A murmur of agreement rippled through the crowd, and Deyviel felt a surge of hope. They had faced insurmountable odds before, and they had emerged stronger. This time would be no different.

As the murmurs of agreement settled, General McDougal's gaze swept across the room, locking eyes with each member of the team. "We need to split into two groups. One will focus on locating Lancer and disrupting his ritual, while the other will work on gathering intelligence and attacking the remaining vampire hive to further weaken their force. Listen, we only have one month before that, so be prepared to train if you must, and rest if if yourbody needs it, because when the time comes, we will launch an all-out attack."

Deyviel felt a surge of determination. "I want to be on the front lines," he declared, his voice steady. "I won't let Lancer use Ghelle or anyone else as a pawn. We need to end this once and for all."

Ben nodded, a hint of approval in his eyes. "I expected nothing less from you, Deyviel. But remember, this isn't just about revenge. We need to be strategic. We can't afford to lose anyone else."

Deyviel took a deep breath, feeling the weight of his comrades' gazes upon him. He understood the stakes, and the last thing he wanted was to let his emotions cloud his judgment again. "I know that," he replied, his voice firm. "But we can't let Lancer get away with this. We need to strike hard and fast."

Alicia stepped forward, her expression serious. "Deyviel's right. We can't let him complete the ritual. If he summons one of the Outer Gods, it could spell doom for all of us. We need to be prepared for anything."

Yumi chimed in. "We should gather as much information as we can about Lancer's movements. If we can pinpoint where he plans to perform the ritual, we can set up an ambush."

"I have a suggestion: I and the other captains will form two separate attack forces. One will be the main force, and the second will be the reinforcement," Captain Cooper suggested.

"That sounds like a solid plan, Captain Cooper," General Arthur replied, nodding in agreement. "We need to ensure that we have enough manpower to handle whatever Lancer throws at us. The last thing we want is to be caught off guard."

Deyviel felt a sense of camaraderie swell within him as he looked around at his friends and allies. They had all faced their own demons, both literal and metaphorical, and now they stood united against a common enemy. "We need to train hard and prepare for every possible scenario," he said, his voice filled with conviction. "Lancer won't hold back, and neither can we."

Cymac, who had been quietly observing, spoke up. "We should also consider the possibility that Lancer might have allies or hidden traps set up. We can't underestimate him. He's cunning and resourceful."

The room fell silent as everyone absorbed Cymac's words. Deyviel nodded, recognizing the truth in them. Lancer was not just a brute; he was a strategist, and they needed to be prepared for any tricks he might have up his sleeve.

"Exactly," General McDougal said, his tone serious. "We need to gather intelligence on Lancer's known associates and any potential vampire strongholds. If we can disrupt their operations, it will weaken Lancer's position and give us the upper hand."

"Then let's split up," Denver suggested, his voice steady. "We can cover more ground that way. Some of us can focus on reconnaissance while others prepare for the assault."

As they scattered, doing what they could to prevent the vampire king (Lancer) from summoning the outer Gods. Deyviel is now engaged in intense training with General McDougal again.

"What are you hesitating for? Hesitating will result in death for your team!" McDougal shouted.

Deyviel gritted his teeth, sweat pouring down his brow as he faced General McDougal. The training ground was a chaotic whirlwind of energy and movement, the air thick with the sounds of clashing weapons and the grunts of exertion from his fellow hunters. He could feel the weight of the upcoming battle pressing down on him, and the urgency to improve his skills was palpable.

"I'm not hesitating! You gangster ape!!!" Deyviel shot back, his voice strained but defiant. He lunged forward, channeling his ki energy into a powerful strike aimed at McDougal, who effortlessly sidestepped the attack.

"Then show me!" McDougal barked, his eyes narrowing as he pivoted, delivering a swift counterattack that Deyviel barely managed to block. The force of the blow sent him stumbling back, but he quickly regained his footing, determination igniting within him. As he used his spirit arm (called Vampire Buster), the translucent arm at Deyviel's back mimicked his right arm movement as he threw another punch towards General McDougal.

The punch connected with a resounding thud, but McDougal absorbed the impact with a grunt, his stance unwavering. "Good! But you need to put more power behind it! You're holding back!" he shouted, his voice cutting through the din of the training ground.

Deyviel gritted his teeth, frustration bubbling beneath the surface. "I'm not holding back, damnit; I just need to find my rhythm!" He could feel the pressure mounting, the weight of his friends' lives resting on his shoulders. He couldn't afford to fail them again. "I need to control this power quickly!"

The intensity of the training session surged as Deyviel pushed himself harder, his body moving on instinct as he channeled his energy into each strike. The air crackled with the force of his ki, and the translucent arm of his spirit, the Vampire Buster, mirrored his movements with precision. He could feel the eyes of his comrades on him, their hopes and expectations weighing heavily on his heart.

"Focus, Deyviel!" McDougal shouted, his voice cutting through the haze of determination. "You're not just fighting me; you're fighting for your friends, for Ghelle! Channel that emotion into your power!"

Deyviel's heart raced at the mention of Ghelle. The memory of her laughter, her unwavering support, and the pain of her absence fueled his resolve. He couldn't let Lancer win. He wouldn't allow Ghelle to be used as a pawn in Lancer's twisted game. With a fierce growl, he launched himself at McDougal again, this time with renewed vigor.

As he closed the distance, Deyviel unleashed a flurry of punches, each one infused with the raw energy of his determination. McDougal parried and dodged, but Deyviel could feel himself improving, his movements becoming more fluid and powerful. The training ground echoed with the sounds of their clash, a symphony of effort and resolve. But their training session was stopped because of a visitor.

"Oh, look who it is! Hey brat! Come here; let's call it a day! We have a visitor!" General McDougal shouted. Stopping Deyviel midair.

"Tsk, man, I'm about to show you my giant middle finger, Deyviel shouted while falling from the sky. And landed in front of General McDougal and the visitor.

"Sir, we need to talk"

To be continued...