Mission thirty six: that's a Promise!

Kiss of the vampire

"The Girl with the Sharp sword"

Mission thirty six: that's a Promise!

The visitor stood tall, cloaked in a dark robe that billowed slightly in the wind. A hood obscured their face, but the aura of power radiating from them was unmistakable. Deyviel felt a shiver run down his spine as he approached, curiosity and caution mingling within him.

"Who are you?" Deyviel demanded, his voice steady despite the unease creeping into his gut. He could sense the energy emanating from the figure, a potent mix of authority and mystery.

The figure lowered their hood, revealing a striking face with sharp features and piercing eyes that seemed to glow with an otherworldly light. "Hi, it's been a long time, Deyvie said with a smile as Deyviel's eyes went wide.

"Si…sir De Leon?! Why...why are you're here, sir?" Deyviel asked.

"Oh so you knew each other?" General McDougal ask looking at the both of them.

"Yes, this kid here is my daughter's childhood friend. Back at Navotas City, so you're a hunter now? I'm proud of you, kid," Senator DeLeon said while smiling. But Deyviel lowered his head because of his guilt about Ghelle getting captured by the Vampires. because he wasn't there to protect her."I…I... I... I'm sorry, sir, I.its my fault.." Deyviel stammered.

Senator De Leon raised a hand, silencing Deyviel's self-reproach. "No, Deyviel. You mustn't blame yourself for what happened. You fought bravely, and you're still fighting. Ghelle would want you to keep moving forward, to honor her memory by standing strong against the darkness."

Deyviel's heart ached at the mention of Ghelle's name, but he felt a flicker of hope ignite within him. "But I couldn't save her. I let Lancer get to her. I should have been stronger," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Strength isn't just about power, Deyviel," De Leon replied, his tone firm yet compassionate. "It's about resilience, about standing up even when the odds are against you. You have the potential to be a great hunter, but you must learn to channel your emotions into your strength, not let them consume you."

General McDougal nodded in agreement. "Listen to him, Deyviel. You have a team that believes in you. Use that support to fuel your resolve. We're all in this together."

Deyviel looked around at his comrades, their faces filled with determination and solidarity. He felt the weight of their expectations, but instead of crushing him, it lifted him. "You're right. I can't let my guilt hold me back. I need to fight for Ghelle, for all of us," he declared, his voice gaining strength.

"But anyways, what's brings you here, old friend? General McDougal said, clasping Senator DeLeon's hands.

"I's about the media; they want to know the situation about the vampire's activities because someone filmed the whole fight between Deyviel and Lancer. The people were decided to be who is to ar: the vampire who is lurking around or the human who becomes a demon.

Senator De Leon's expression turned seriou

as he continued, "The footage has gone viral, and the public is demanding answers. They want to know who you are, Deyviel, and what you plan to do about Lancer and the vampires. This is a critical moment for us. We need to show the world that we are not afraid, that we will stand against the threat of vampires."

Deyviel felt a mix of anxiety and determination wash over him. The thought of being in the spotlight, of having his actions scrutinized by the public, was daunting. But he also understood the importance of rallying support. "What do you want me to do?" he asked, his voice steady despite the turmoil within.

Senator De Leon regarded Deyviel with a mixture of pride and seriousness. "We need you to speak to the media, to share your story. Your journey, your struggles, and your determination to fight against Lancer and the vampires. The people need a hero, someone they can rally behind. You have the potential to inspire hope in a time of darkness."

Deyviel swallowed hard, the weight of the responsibility settling heavily on his shoulders. "But what if I fail? What if I can't live up to their expectations?" he asked, his voice tinged with uncertainty.

"You won't," General McDougal interjected, his tone firm. "You've already proven yourself in battle. You've faced the darkness and come out stronger. This is just another challenge, and you have the support of your friends and allies. You're not alone in this."

Deyviel glanced around the room, meeting the eyes of his comrades. Denver gave him an encouraging nod, while Alicia, Yumi, and the others offered reassuring smiles. The camaraderie and support he felt from them bolstered his confidence. "Okay, I'll do it," he said, determination flooding his voice. "I'll speak to the media and let them know we're not backing down."

"Good," Senator De Leon said, a satisfied smile spreading across his face. "We'll set up a press conference for tomorrow. I'll handle the logistics, and you just focus on what you want to say. Remember, this is your chance to show the world who you are and what you stand for."

As the meeting began to wrap up, Deyviel felt a mix of excitement and anxiety. He knew that speaking to the media would be a pivotal moment, not just for him but for the entire fight against Lancer and the vampires. He had to convey their resolve, their strength, and their determination to protect those they loved.

"Before we end this meeting, I want to remind everyone that we need to stay vigilant," General McDougal said, his voice commanding attention once more. "Lancer is still out there, and we cannot underestimate him. We need to prepare for anything he might throw at us."

Deyviel nodded, feeling the weight of the task ahead. He would train harder, push himself further, and ensure that he was ready for whatever challenges lay ahead. He would not let Lancer win. He would fight for Ghelle, for his friends, and for the future they all deserved.

As the meeting concluded, Deyviel lingered for a moment, watching as his comrades began to disperse. He felt a sense of purpose welling up within him, a fire ignited by the support of those around him. He was ready to face the media, ready to share his story, and ready to stand against the darkness that threatened to consume them all.

The next day, the press conference was set up in a large hall, filled with reporters and cameras. Deyviel stood backstage, his heart racing as he prepared to step into the spotlight. He could hear the murmur of voices, the clicking of cameras, and the rustle of papers as the media awaited his arrival.

"Man, I wasn't meant for this. Why do they need to put some makeup on me?" Deyviel asks while the makeup artist is putting foundation on Deyviel's face.

"Man, they do that just to make you presentable," Kliev said while sitting beside him and looking like he is enjoying being dressed up.

"Tsk, you looked like you were enjoying this so much," Denver chimed in.

"Hahaha, this is just a publicity stunt. We need the people's trust so they don't panic, and we can't have them seeing hunters that look like more villains than the real bad guys," Captain Ethan interjects.

"But, bruh, I'm scared. I don't know what to say or do, he stammered.

"Just remember, speak from the heart," Senator De Leon advised, standing beside him. "The people want to hear your truth."

Taking a deep breath, Deyviel nodded. "I will," he replied, steeling himself for what was to come. He stepped out onto the stage, the bright lights blinding him momentarily. The room fell silent as all eyes turned to him, anticipation hanging in the air.

Deyviel stood at the podium, his heart pounding in his chest as he faced the sea of reporters and cameras. The weight of their gazes felt heavy, but he took a deep breath, reminding himself of the purpose behind this moment. He was not just speaking for himself; he was speaking for Ghelle, for his friends, and for everyone who had suffered at the hands of Lancer and the vampires.

"Good morning, everyone," he began, his voice steady despite the nerves coursing through him. "My name is Deyviel Keith Martine, 19, and I stand before you today not just as a hunter but as someone who has faced the darkness and emerged stronger."

The murmurs in the crowd quieted as he continued, "Recently, our world has been threatened by a powerful enemy—Lancer, the vampire king. He has taken from us, and he seeks to unleash chaos upon our realm. But I want you all to know that we will not back down. We will fight for our loved ones, for our homes, and for the future we believe in."

He could see the reporters scribbling notes, their expressions shifting from skepticism to intrigue. Deyviel felt a surge of confidence as he spoke, the words flowing more easily now. "I know many of you have seen the footage of my battle with Lancer. It was a fight that tested my limits, and I won't lie; I struggled. But I learned something important that day: strength isn't just about power; it's about the bonds we share with one another."

He glanced at the faces of his comrades in the audience—Denver, Alicia, Yumi, and the others—drawing strength from their presence. "I fight not just for myself, but for my friends, for Ghelle, who is currently in Lancer's grasp. We will not let her or anyone else be used as pawns in his twisted game."

A murmur of sympathy rippled through the crowd at the mention of Ghelle's name. Deyviel pressed on, his voice growing stronger. "We are not alone in this fight. We have each other, and together, we will stand against the darkness. I urge you all to support us, to believe in us, and to stand united against the threat that looms over us."

As he spoke, he could see the reporters leaning in, captivated by his passion. "We are hunters, and we will protect our world. We will not let fear dictate our actions. We will rise up, train harder, and prepare for the battles ahead. Lancer may have power, but we have something he cannot take from us—our resolve, our unity, and our hope."

The room erupted into applause, and Deyviel felt a rush of adrenaline. He had done it. He had shared his truth, and in doing so, he had ignited a spark of hope.

The room erupted into applause, and Deyviel felt a rush of adrenaline. He had done it. He had shared his truth, and in doing so, he had ignited a spark of hope in the hearts of those who listened.

As the applause died down, a reporter raised their hand, and Deyviel nodded for them to speak. "Deyviel, what are your plans moving forward? How do you intend to stop Lancer and his forces?"

Deyviel took a moment to gather his thoughts. "We are currently gathering intelligence on Lancer's movements and preparing for an all-out assault. We know he plans to summon one of the Outer Gods during the red moon, and we will do everything in our power to stop him before that happens. We will strike hard and fast, and we will not rest until he is defeated."

Another reporter chimed in, "What message do you have for the public regarding the vampire threat?"

Deyviel met their gaze, his expression serious. "I want everyone to know that we are aware of the danger, and we are taking it seriously. We ask for your support and vigilance may. If you see anything suspicious, report it. Together, we can protect our communities and stand against the vampires. Thes creatures do not regard us as the same; they treat us as a food source."

As the questions continued, Deyviel felt a sense of purpose wash over him. He was no longer just a hunter; he was a symbol of hope, a voice for those who had suffered. He would fight for Ghelle, for his friends, and for the future they all deserved. After he answered the last question and everyone was about to leave, Deyviel halted them and spoke.

"And one more thing, before you all go. I have a message for you, you God-damned coward bloodsucking monster! Yeah, I'm talking to you! Lancer! Vampire king, or whatever else you called yourself, I know you're watching this right now. I will stop you! And that's a promise!" He shouted in front of all the cameras, pointing to it like he was pointing at Lancer himself. And as he says that, Lancer is watching, laughing maniacally.

"Hahaha, you have the nerve to challenge me?! The vampire king?! You're just a little pawn. Heh, next time we face each other, I'll make sure you'll meet your end in my hands. I'll make sure of it. To kill everyone you held dear before killing you, I'll savor your pain. So enjoy your peace for now. In the right time, we'll have our rematch," Lancer said while standing on the roof of his castle. As we transition to Ghelle and her friends praying for Deyviel to save them. "Deyviel please,save us"

To be continued....