Kiss of the Vampire: The Girl with the Sharp Sword – Volume 2
Mission 20 : Something to lose in return!
> "They said gods feared him. But only men dared stand in his way."
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Location: London – Epicenter of the Hell Gate
Time: 9:23 AM
Luciferus had fully emerged.
The Guardian of the Seventh Primordial Weapon towered over London's ruined skyline, surrounded by the screams of demons, broken steel, and the sound of collapsing faith.
His six cursed swords, the DeLucefearus, floated behind him in a symmetrical arc—like the heads of serpents ready to strike.
He raised a clawed hand—
And the world convulsed.
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Black Knights
Captain Ethan and Vice Captain Mizuno led the charge on the west flank.
Mizuno's enchanted ribbons moved like slicing threads, cutting through hordes of warped demons charging forward. Ethan's greatsword glowed with holy sigils as he clashed directly with a Hellborn Juggernaut—its spine coiling out like barbed wire. The impact split the street beneath them.
Behind them, Emily launched volleys of red spears that ignited on contact. Alicia protected the rear, shooting precise shots that exploded in white flames. Kliev cut across shadows, weaving between enemies with surgical speed.
Yumi yelled as her daggers struck true—one embedded in a demon's eye, the other up its throat.
> "Focus! Don't look at the king—LOOK AT WHAT'S IN FRONT OF YOU!" Ethan bellowed.
But how could they not?
Luciferus hovered in the center of the battlefield like a demon messiah, his corrupted light blinding and infectious. Dozens of hunters were already down—converted, or dead, or broken.
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Golden Eagles
Captain John Cooper swung a massive war-axe blessed in gold fire. His squad surrounded a mass of writhing worm-like demons that were turning the ground into a sinkhole.
His vice, Eric Harper, fired a repeating crossbow from the rooftops, each bolt lined with sigil-exploding tips. His sharpshooting took out flying beasts that flanked the rear.
> "They keep coming!" Eric shouted.
> "That's what fire's for," Cooper muttered, slamming his axe and incinerating a dozen abominations.
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Blue Fangs
Captain Brixton Marco laughed mid-fight, his arm turning into a jagged beast-claw from his cursed bloodline, punching a demon's ribs out its back.
Vice Seowon Lee, her face calm, eyes cold, danced between enemies—every movement was perfect geometry. She stabbed a demon in the heart, pivoted, and sliced another across the mouth in one motion.
> "We hold the flank," Seowon said, quiet but firm.
> "Easy for you to say," Brixton replied, covered in gore. "You're not the one getting licked by a hell-hound!"
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Thunder Bird
Captain Alexis De Los Santos stood surrounded by arcs of lightning, her halberd spinning like a storm turbine. Her armor crackled with electricity, burning demons who dared to approach.
Jake Miller hurled bolts like javelins, summoning them from storm clouds above.
> "Clear a path to the king!" Alexis shouted.
> "We won't reach him before half the squads are gone!" Jake warned.
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Black Dragons
Vice Captain Blake Baker roared, his arm glowing as his dragon tattoo came alive—its head emerging from his bicep, breathing blue fire.
Beside him, Wo Raflaga, shouting in a mix of Russian, Spanish, Cebuano, and street slang:
> "Hoy mga yawa! I'LL KILL YOU ALL, YOU UNDERWORLD CLOWNS!"
He pulled a blade out of a demon's eye, spun it, and bit into a grenade pin with his teeth before hurling it.
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General McDougal and the Remaining Forces
General McDougal was at the mobile command post, watching the death toll rise.
> "Move squads Bravo and Delta to the rear—seal the conversions! KEEP THE SAINTS FROM GETTING OVERWHELMED!"
He slammed his fist on the map table.
> "Damn it, where's Deyviel?!"
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Evangelist's Forces
Paladins stood their ground as they began chanting protective scriptures, holding the tide of corruption at bay.
Holy Knights tried to keep formation. Some fell. Some turned.
Alex was deep in the battlefield now, slashing through demons with a burning halo behind him. His armor cracked. His shoulder bled. But he pushed on, scanning the field—hoping to see the boy he thought he had broken.
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Luciferus: Unmoving. Unstoppable.
His miasma had already taken dozens.
His swords had yet to move.
His eyes—all of them—swept across the battlefield like a god examining insects.
Then one of the DeLucefearus swords began to rotate.
The sixth.
The largest.
The one shaped like a broken cross forged from collapsed stars.
> "Let the unworthy die," he said—not in a voice, but in waves of thought.
> "Let love be undone. Let gods bleed. Let everything return… to ash."
"The sky didn't break. The world did."
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Location: London – Hell Gate Ground Zero
Time: 10:02 AM
The Hell Gate now fully bloomed—a spiraling cathedral of ruin made from stone, fire, and bone. Its twisted arch twisted the sky around it, warping clouds like torn fabric. Black-red light surged from within, casting the city in a blood-moon glow.
And from its burning heart—
Luciferus hovered, unmoved, untouched, invincible.
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Captain Ethan's Command
Ethan planted his greatsword deep into the road, forcing a path forward as demonic pressure crushed air and ground.
> "We're not backing down now! Hold the damn line!"
Mizuno's ribbons wrapped around the leg of a screeching behemoth, pulling it off balance so Kliev could slice its gut open from below. The guts turned to screaming shadow-wasps that Yumi burned with her spectral flames.
Emily was bleeding from her temple, panting, eyes fierce.
> "We need something bigger. Or we're not making it past his guards."
Alicia nodded. "Bigger like a miracle, or bigger like a bomb?"
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Golden Eagles
Captain John Cooper roared as he hurled his axe, splitting three demons at once. But a cursed beast, stitched from corpses and wearing human faces, tackled him.
He grunted, blood spraying.
Eric sniped the monster off him just in time.
> "No sign of an opening. He's not even moving." Eric scowled. "This isn't a battle. It's a punishment."
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Blue Fangs & Thunder Bird
Seowon Lee chanted in Korean, her twin blades glowing white as she summoned a ward of purification. The corrupted earth recoiled.
Alexis De Los Santos screamed like thunder and slammed her halberd into the center of a summoning ring, dispersing an entire wave of newborn demons.
But it wasn't enough.
The miasma crept further.
One of the saints screamed as his skin twisted—his bones shattering outward.
He turned into a beast before anyone could end him.
Jake Miller's lightning ended the mutation—but not before it killed two others.
> "They're turning too fast! This corruption's spreading in seconds now!"
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General McDougal
In the mobile command tent, screens flickered, radios crackled, maps lit up with more red than green.
> "Damn it. Where the hell is our hole-breaker?!"
He grabbed the mic, voice hard.
> "Code Black! I repeat—Code Black! Paladins, use blessings to hold the perimeter! All captains, initiate fallback formations until we locate a break in that field!"
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Alex's Side
Alex cut down another demon, breathing hard. His blade glowed white with holy scripture.
> "He should be here by now…"
He looked up. Not at the hell gate—but at the highest tower.
He saw no one.
> "Where are you, Deyviel?"
His hand trembled—not from fear.
But from guilt.
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Maya's Squad
Now fully joined in battle, Maya, Yumi, Alicia, Emily, and Kliev pushed toward the eastern approach.
Maya's blade glowed red, slicing demon after demon. Her breaths were ragged—but controlled. Her eyes stayed sharp, searching the battlefield—
And the rooftops.
> "He's not here."
She muttered under her breath.
> "He's not here yet…"
Kliev blocked a descending imp. "If he doesn't come now… I don't think we'll survive long enough to bury our dead."
Maya grit her teeth and drove her sword into the earth, casting a wave of blood magic that vaporized a cluster of corrupted beasts.
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The Hell Gate
Luciferus raised one clawed hand.
One of his six swords moved.
It fired.
A red beam, condensed and silent, like a lance of fate.
It struck the center of the battlefield—
And wiped out two entire squads.
Dozens vaporized. The street was gone.
Only ash remained.
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General McDougal slammed his fist against the table.
> "We can't do this without him."
And far above, still unseen—
A wind shifted.
Something changed.
But no one noticed.
Not yet.
Time: 9:07 AM
The battlefield was on the brink of collapse.
Luciferus raised his fifth blade high—the air cracked with heatless light. The glow condensed, humming, roaring, reality folding around it. The sky ignited. A second blast was coming.
The captains were scattered. Squads were barely holding together. Miasma devoured the ground. Saints had begun to fall.
And then—
BOOOOOM—
A sonic shockwave ripped through the air as a figure dropped from the heavens like a meteor.
A white flash.
Claws. Teeth. Roaring steel.
And then—
A DRAGON ARM.
Scaly, obsidian-red with glowing runes—catching the blast head-on.
> "CHZZRRRRRMMMMMMM—!!!"
The beam shattered like glass.
Scattered embers and light particles rained down harmlessly across the ruined district.
The air went dead silent.
Only the rain dared to move.
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All eyes turned.
From generals to demons.
From captains to survivors.
He stood in the heart of it all, smoke swirling off his back. His boots crushed a fallen hunter's rifle as he took a single step forward.
Hair—
White.
Aura—
Burning.
Half-breed form activated.
One dragon wing curled along his back like a dying flame. His demonic eye was open—but quiet. Like it had been waiting.
He surveyed the dead.
Corpses lined the craters. Evangelist robes torn. Hunter armor scorched. Civilians who hadn't escaped in time twisted in grief or blood.
Deyviel's jaw clenched.
He clicked his tongue.
> "Tch. Fuck... I'm late again."
His gaze lifted.
Up.
Past the smoke.
Past the broken spires.
Straight at Luciferus—hovering like a god on the precipice of genocide.
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Luciferus paused for a second… then let out a dark, throaty laugh.
> "Ohhh... I knew you'd come."
> "Didn't think I'd see you this soon, though, Chosen One."
He spat the title like it was filth.
His six crimson blades rotated around him like a halo. His skin was charred iron, his horns jagged and mismatched. His eyes were maddening, burning pits of endless war.
His mouth didn't quite move right. As if too many jaws fought to speak at once.
> "But look at you... Hair white. Aura broken. Lost everything, haven't you?"
> "Still, I'll offer mercy. Join us."
"Swear your loyalty to the abyss. To the cause. To me—and I'll spare the ones still breathing."
> "Sounds good, right?"
The world held its breath.
Deyviel tilted his head just slightly.
Unclipped Red Queen from his back.
He raised it slowly—
And pointed the blade straight at Luciferus.
> "Tch… how about you shut your trap—"
He dug his heel into the pavement.
> "—and fight me?"
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The ground cracked beneath his feet.
The pressure of his aura forced weaker demons to their knees.
Blood magic flickered from his spine. Sparks rolled off the tip of his blade.
The battle wasn't over.
Not yet.
> But the tide…
had just shifted.
Luciferus hovered, molten wings stretched like broken glass. The crimson swords spun like a mechanical eclipse behind him, each pulsing with demonic runes older than the stars.
He smiled.
Too many teeth. Too many voices behind it.
And Deyviel just pointed his sword at him.
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From the Battlefield Below…
Captain Ethan blinked hard, dragging himself up from a pile of rubble.
> "...You've gotta be shitting me."
Mizuno gasped as her ribbons trembled from the sudden shift in pressure. "He… actually came."
General McDougal shouted through the radio:
> "ALL UNITS—PULL BACK FROM THE GATE! I REPEAT—DRAKE UNIT ENGAGING TARGET! GIVE HIM ROOM!"
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Golden Eagles
John Cooper, covered in dust and burns, leaned on his axe.
> "I thought we were done…"
Eric Harper, eyes wide:
> "No. This is where it starts."
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Blue Fangs / Thunder Bird
Seowon Lee, hand over her bleeding side, whispered something in Korean—something between a prayer and a thank-you.
Alexis, grinning through bloodied teeth:
> "That bastard's always late. But damn, does he know how to enter."
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Maya's Team
Maya froze mid-strike, her blood katana dripping beside her.
Yumi's flames flickered in the wind.
Kliev exhaled—finally.
> "He made it."
Emily raised her hand over her heart.
Alicia had tears she wouldn't let fall.
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Alex
The holy knight's grip on his sword tightened as he watched Deyviel rise alone in the center of that hell.
The white hair.
The rage.
The silence.
He looked... so much like her.
> "Elisia..."
He whispered the name under his breath.
And for the first time—he didn't speak as an agent of the Evangelist.
He just watched.
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Luciferus Moves
The demon king's laugh echoed like thunder striking bone.
> "Very well, little prince."
His massive body twisted forward, his six swords glowing red with concentrated sin. Each blade screamed with souls trapped within them.
> "Let's see if you're worthy of being broken."
He slashed.
All six swords moved at once.
Spiraling. Warping space. Tearing the clouds.
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Deyviel vanished from the ground with a sonic boom.
Wind cracked outward.
Debris exploded.
And then—
CLAAAANG—!
Deyviel met the first sword midair, Red Queen howling like a living beast as it clashed with Luciferus' descending blade.
His dragonic arm caught a second sword as it tried to pierce his side.
Three more slashes came—
And Deyviel spun, parried, ducked, then broke through one of the strikes with a raw burst of blood aura.
The sixth sword caught his shoulder.
Blood sprayed.
But he didn't stop.
> "You talk too damn much for a demon."
He gritted his teeth and punched Luciferus with his dragon arm—sending the towering avatar reeling backward, his laughter breaking into a grunt.
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The Sky Lit Up
For a second, the battlefield froze.
They all saw it:
One boy.
One demon king.
A clash not of man and monster—
But of grief and hell itself.
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And Then… Cut Away
High above.
Across the shattered spires of old London—
A rooftop cloaked in mist and shadows.
A tall man stood calmly, one hand resting on a dark cane carved from bone and obsidian.
Lancer.
His golden eyes glinted.
> "Ah… so the boy arrives."
He watched Deyviel and Luciferus collide in midair—again, again, again.
And beside him—
Balthazar, arms crossed, expression unreadable. His red scarf billowed gently in the wind.
> "You think he can win?" Balthazar asked.
> "Not yet," Lancer replied, smirking.
> "But he'll break something trying."
He turned away.
> "Let them exhaust each other. Then we'll take what we came for."
The seventh primordial weapon pulsed beneath the hell gate—
Still waiting to be claimed.
"He took the power to protect—but it came with a cost. And now, the cost is knocking."
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Luciferus roared, flames spiraling as his twisted body continued to absorb the last of his six swords.
The battlefield was chaos—fire, screams, fallen soldiers.
And in the eye of it:
Deyviel.
Breathing hard.
Teeth clenched.
His arms were trembling.
The air around him warped, his glowing hybrid wings glitching—flickering between angelic and monstrous. Every step forward now left molten clawprints on the concrete.
> "Tch…" he muttered, staggering. "Not now… I'm not done—"
But then it began.
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The Hallucinations
A bell rang faintly in his ears.
Like the bell on Momo's collar.
He blinked.
And suddenly—he was standing in the middle of a ruined version of his home.
Touru and Lina stood before him.
Burned. Eyes hollow.
> "Why weren't you there, big bro?" Touru asked, voice dull.
> "You promised you'd be home," Lina added, hugging a melted stuffed toy.
He shook his head. "No… I tried. I tried—"
From the doorway, his adoptive father stepped in.
> "You were always too slow, son. Always two steps late."
Behind them:
Christine. Andrew. Maya's old squad.
Ghellee… Elisia…
All of them.
Burned. Broken.
> "You could've saved us."
> "You weren't strong enough."
> "You chose to smile when the world needed a killer."
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Deyviel dropped his sword.
He fell to one knee.
> "No… I didn't choose— I… I did everything I could…"
But the sky split open—a black, serpentine eye opening above him.
And a voice.
Old. Deep. Wrong.
> "You still can."
> "Let me in."
> "Let us become what they always feared. So nothing can be taken from you again."
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Back on the Real Battlefield
Deyviel suddenly froze mid-charge—his body twitching.
> "Oi! What's wrong with him?" Captain Chloe shouted.
From the ridge, General McDougal's face darkened.
> "Get Maya in there—NOW."
But before anyone could move—
A crimson spire of dragonic energy erupted around Deyviel.
His wings cracked—now glowing a sickly violet red.
His right eye flickered black.
> And his teeth were slowly sharpening.
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Inside His Mind – The Final Offer
The illusions stood silent now.
Watching him break.
Then Elysia stepped forward.
Soft. Sad.
> "You don't have to fight anymore, Dei."
> "Let them burn."
> "Let the world burn first before it burns you again."
Behind her:
The dragon's silhouette.
Vast. Writhing. Waiting.
> "Give me the wheel, Deyviel." "And I'll protect them all—for you."
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Deyviel's eyes opened—
Now one red slit. One gold.
A tear rolled down his cheek.
> "I just wanted to save them…"
Outside — Battlefield Ground Zero
Lightning crashed against the barrier dome around the Hell Gate.
Luciferus had begun floating—six swords now orbiting behind him like jagged crimson wings.
His shadow stretched wide, touching the bodies of both friend and foe alike.
Each second, his miasma turned more hunters into shrieking monsters.
The saints were holding a tight line with the Golden Eagle unit, and Captain Alexis Delo Santos had already taken a near-fatal blow holding back a wave of cursed beasts.
But everyone's attention snapped in one direction.
> Toward the pillar of dragonic energy erupting where Deyviel had once stood.
A tornado of crimson-black aura.
Wings unfurling like broken blades.
And at the center—
Him.
But not him.
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Deyviel's Berserk Form – Fully Triggered
His skin cracked with glowing veins—like magma beneath flesh.
One of his arms was fully scaled now—talons curved, pulsing with corrupt energy.
His face was still mostly human… except his eyes.
Both were now dragon slits. Crimson and gold.
His mouth moved—but no words came.
Only breath.
And then—
A roar.
A soul-ripping, building-cracking howl of rage and pain, echoing with something inhuman beneath.
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Maya's POV
She flinched at the sound.
> "That's not Deyviel…"
Yumi turned pale. Alicia gripped her dagger tighter. Kliev muttered, "No fucking way…"
Alex stood frozen for a second, then looked at Maya.
> "You have to stop him—he's slipping."
Maya shook her head.
> "No. I won't stop him."
> "I'll bring him back."
She ran.
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Deyviel's Mind – The Final Collapse
He stood in a sea of blood. The corpses of everyone he loved surrounded him—repeating the same phrases:
> "You let us die."
"You were too weak."
"Join the dragon. Embrace what you are."
Elysia stood closest. Her eyes glowed unnaturally now.
> "It's better this way, Dei. Power means never crying again."
He dropped to one knee. Clawed hands to his head. Screaming.
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Back in Reality – He Loses It
Deyviel vanished in a red blur.
And reappeared in front of the Black Dragon unit—slicing a demon apart so fast it didn't register.
But then—
He turned his claws on the fallen paladins.
> "DEYVIEL!!!" Maya screamed, jumping between him and a wounded priest.
He stopped inches from her.
Snarling.
Breathing like a beast.
Eyes locked on hers—
> "Move."
> "No."
> "Move!"
> "Then kill me."
She stepped forward. Tears forming.
> "Kill me if you're really gone."
His claw trembled.
His face twisted between rage and pain.
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Alex Joins Her
Alex appeared beside Maya, bloodied.
> "I hated you. I wanted you dead."
> "But she never did."
> "Elisia loved you, you dumb bastard. And I was too blinded to see that."
He dropped his sword.
> "You want to protect us? Then start by not killing the people she loved."
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Final Push — General McDougal
A loud voice cut through everything:
> "BOY!!!"
Deyviel's head snapped toward the General, who stood half-broken, holding the tattered Black Order flag.
> "You're not a monster unless you let that thing win."
> "So fight it."
> "Or I'll put you down myself."
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Inside Deyviel – One Last Vision
In his mind, Elysia smiled.
> "You finally heard them."
> "I'm proud of you."
She leaned in.
> "Now come back."
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Reality — Deyviel Falls to His Knees
He screamed.
Fangs shattering.
Wings twitching, glitching back into place.
He smashed his fist into the ground—sending shockwaves—but didn't attack again.
He was crying.
Shaking.
Breathing.
Alive.
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High Above — Lancer Watches
From atop a shattered spire, Lancer crossed his arms.
Beside him, Baltazar smirked.
> "He's weakening."
> "Not enough," Lancer muttered.
His eyes burned gold.
> "But soon."
End of Mission
Deyviel's control is fragile.
The curse is still whispering.
But for now…
He's back.
And Luciferus…
is waiting.
To be continued...