Kiss of the vampire "the Girl with the Sharp sword" volume 2
Mission 22 : Hold the line!
Bleed, Break, Burn
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Lightning clashed against fire.
A flurry of blades screamed in the air.
One flicked—parried. The next? Caught and returned.
Deyviel's white hair whipped in the storm, his red queen sword blazing, demonic arm crackling with blue flame and electricity, as he spun with inhuman speed and—
> "HRAAH—!!"
—launched Lucifearus through a demolished cathedral, flooring the demon king momentarily.
But before Deyviel could catch his breath—Lancer's spear came flying, glowing with the fury of Agni. It nearly tore the ground in two.
> "TCH—!"
Deyviel raised his dragon arm, the ghostly red glyphs glowing—and the spectral hand erupted from his back like Nero's Devil Bringer, grabbing the spear midair and redirecting it into the sky.
A boom echoed—lightning splitting clouds overhead.
But—
Lancer rushed in behind it, wielding Alastor now—blitzing like a thunder god.
> "YOU THINK YOU CAN WIN, HALF-BREED?!"
> "I'm not trying to win…" Deyviel hissed, leaping back, blood splattering from a graze. "I'm trying to make sure you lose."
Then—
> "Denver, NOW!"
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Denver shot in from the left, his twin soul-daggers igniting in flame. His whole body moved like a living wildfire—ducking under Lucifearus' tail swipe, leaping over Lancer's backswing, then—
> "Get your head down!"
He grabbed Deyviel by the shoulder and yanked him low, just as Lucifearus and Lancer swung toward each other in sync.
Their weapons missed Deyviel—but clanged into each other.
Sparks erupted.
Deyviel rolled and slashed upward with a ghost-hand uppercut—lifting Lancer skyward.
Denver followed, spinning through air, throwing one of his daggers into Lancer's thigh—then recalling it in midair, yanking him back into Deyviel's waiting punch.
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But it wasn't enough.
Lucifearus was recovering fast.
Lancer too.
> "We can't keep this up forever," Denver said between gasps.
> "No shit," Deyviel growled, face bloodied. "And those bastards won't give us a breather either—"
He stopped.
His eyes widened.
A chill shot down his spine.
> "What…?"
Far behind the chaos, beyond broken buildings and smoke—
He sensed it.
That familiar curse.
It was screaming.
But this time—not inside him.
> "No…"
He turned his gaze sharply, scanning.
> "FUCK!!"
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Cut to Maya.
She and Catherine were barely holding back Alex, whose body now moved like a glitching monster.
> "You LET HER DIE!! YOU ALL DID!"
He slammed down from above—Catherine barely blocked, her ice exploding into shards.
Maya leapt back, panting.
> "Alex—! SNAP OUT OF IT!!"
He screamed—unhinged. Cursed. Broken.
And then—
BOOM!!
An explosion of red flame—Alex lashed out with corrupted holy fire, sending Catherine skidding to one rooftop, Maya to another.
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Back to Deyviel.
> "That idiot took the curse for me…"
"And now he's tearing apart the team—DAMMIT!!"
Lucifearus launched another beam.
Deyviel caught it—his dragon arm glowing like Nero's DT, absorbing the blast with sheer willpower.
Denver dashed behind and circled wide, throwing flame daggers into Lucifearus' side to break the blast.
> "We're pinned!" Denver barked. "You thinking what I'm thinking?!"
> "You go." Deyviel's voice was low, furious. "Get to him. Save them."
> "You sure—?"
> "GO!!"
Denver gave him one last look—
And ran.
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Deyviel turned back.
His cursed arm glowed hot, sparking.
The spectral force shimmered at his back.
Lucifearus stood tall, mocking.
> "How long can you keep fighting a war you're doomed to lose?"
Lancer, smirking.
> "You always did play the tragic hero well."
Deyviel spat blood.
> "Yeah?"
He raised his sword, red flame licking its edge.
> "Then let me show you what a tragedy looks like…"
He lunged.
A full-speed clash once again.
But this time—he was alone.
And Alex…
was no longer himself.
The rooftop crumbled beneath them.
Maya slammed into the concrete, coughing blood, her ribs aching. She rolled, just in time to dodge Alex's corrupted sword—a twisted mockery of holy steel, now glowing red-black, oozing malevolence.
Across the rooftop, Catherine conjured a wall of ice, halting Alex's advance. But he didn't stop.
He screamed, raw and ragged.
> "YOU'RE ALL THE SAME! YOU WATCHED THEM DIE!"
He punched through the ice, hand bleeding but uncaring—his eyes feral, his body dripping with that hellish corruption that was never meant for him.
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Maya's breath hitched.
She rose to her feet beside Catherine, gripping her twin daggers. Her vampire eyes burned crimson, but not from rage—from hurt.
> "Alex... stop this. You're not him."
He stepped toward her slowly, blade dragging behind him.
> "And who am I, huh? A knight with no king? A friend to the man who let Elysia die?"
> "HE NEVER LET HER DIE!"
Maya shouted it—voice breaking.
> "He blamed himself every damn day. And now you're blaming him too?! After what he did?! After what he gave up?!"
Alex twitched.
> "Liar… Liar... I SAW IT!"
He lunged.
Maya dodged low, her heel scraping the gravel, and lashed out with her dagger, slicing across Alex's side. He grunted—but instead of backing off, he grabbed her by the wrist and threw her across the rooftop.
She skidded—but Catherine caught her with a hand of ice, slowing her impact.
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"Tch... You're losing it."
Catherine's voice was calm but cold. She stepped forward now—no longer hiding her power.
The air around her turned glacial. Her breath fogged.
> "You took the curse to protect him, fine. Noble, sure. But now you're just another damned puppet."
Alex charged again.
> "I'LL KILL YOU ALL! FOR HER! FOR THEM!"
His corrupted arm morphed, glowing red-black like Deyviel's had—but twisted, unstable. It flickered, breaking apart, reforming as a jagged claw.
Catherine raised both hands.
> "Frozen Domain: Shatterglass Garden."
The rooftop around her exploded into a field of mirrors and razor-thin ice petals, reflecting dozens of Alex's images, confusing his charge.
He slashed wildly, breaking mirrors—but couldn't tell which one held her real form.
And that's when Maya returned, sliding low, slashing at his knees—forcing him to jump, directly into Catherine's trap.
She opened both palms.
> "Cryostasis… Now."
A jagged spike of ice erupted and pierced through his shoulder.
But Alex screamed in defiance, pulled himself free, and hurled a wave of cursed flame, engulfing Catherine and Maya both.
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They hit the wall hard.
Catherine's dress smoldered. Maya coughed blood, lips trembling.
Alex walked toward them, dragging his sword.
> "I'll kill you. I'll kill you both. Then I'll save him. Then I'll make sure she comes back…"
His eyes were wild. Lost.
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Maya looked up—shaking, teeth gritted.
> "She's... already gone, Alex…"
> "YOU DON'T KNOW THAT!"
Catherine stood shakily beside her.
> "No... She's right. I loved her too. But this?"
"This isn't what she would've wanted."
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Suddenly—
BOOM!
A figure tackled Alex from behind, slamming him into the ground.
Denver.
> "Get a grip, idiot!! You're not helping anyone!!"
Alex snarled like a beast—his body glowing red-hot. He roared and threw Denver off—
But he paused.
Heavily.
His body twitching, the curse inside now fighting him as much as he was fighting them.
> "No... I-I... I didn't mean—"
His hand shook.
> "Why can't I stop…?"
Catherine looked at Maya.
Maya nodded.
> "Then let's try to end this without killing him."
They rose.
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Meanwhile, far above...
Deyviel, still clashing blades with Lancer and Lucifearus, could hear the faint echoes below.
But he couldn't help.
His hands were full.
London – Eastern Front, Near the Ruined Train Station
The once-bustling rail district was now scorched earth. Burned-out buildings and craters littered the landscape. And in the middle of it all—Datu Talagbusao had descended.
The former war god of the southern tribes, now bloated with corruption, stood nearly three stories tall, his once-human form mutated into something hellish:
His skin, once the color of carved mahogany, now pulsed with blackened veins and crimson glyphs.
Bone armor jutted from his shoulders and back like jagged spears.
A necklace of hunter skulls hung around his neck.
In each of his four hands, he wielded weapons made from cursed ancestral steel: a kampilan, a karambit, a jagged bolo, and a blood-dripping spear that shrieked with every motion.
And his face—split vertically down the middle—revealed two mouths, speaking in twin voices: one his own, the other demonic.
> "I was once worshipped... now I will be feared."
Beside him stood his two war generals:
Dayang Minokawa, the winged sorceress of flame, now fully demonized—her feathers burned to ember-black, her wings jagged like dragon bones.
Alon, the drowned berserker, bloated and seaweed-wrapped, oozing black brine that melted the ground he walked on.
And behind them—hundreds of Aswangs, now mutated by Hellgate exposure into devilkin: twisted, horned beasts that once fed only on blood, now consuming souls.
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The Black Order Stands
Six captains. Dozens of elite hunters. And General McDougal at the center.
They stared up at the oncoming doom, breath tight, weapons gripped.
Captain Ron Ji Wu activated his tattoos—ink serpents slithered from his arms, biting into the air and forming a spectral dragon shield.
> "I'll hold the front!"
Vice Zedric Lee grinned from the side, spinning twin chakrams laced with electricity.
"Let's light these freaks up."
To the right, Captain Chloe Natalie of the Falling Sword stepped forward, katana drawn. Though her unit had been wiped by Lancer years ago—her hands didn't tremble.
> "For them."
Black Dragons' Vice Blake Baker cracked his knuckles. Flames etched from his dragon tattoo slithered up his arm like lava.
> "I don't care if it's a god or a demon... if it bleeds, I'll burn it."
Beside him, Wo Raflaga, still chewing a stick of gum, adjusted his gloves.
His accent was a mess.
> "Ay... sakto na 'ni! Let's show them why we graduate from Cebu. ¡Vamos, muchachos!"
Captain Brixton Marco of Blue Fangs gave the signal.
Vice Seowon Lee—quiet but deadly—dashed forward first. Her Korean uniform torn, but her eyes calm.
She leapt into the fray, slicing through three devilkin before her feet touched the ground again.
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"CHARGE!" McDougal roared.
And the hunters surged.
Bullets, fire, lightning, ink beasts, spiritual weapons—they all collided with the storm of aswangs and devilkin. A wave of battle madness consumed the field.
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Talagbusao moved.
He raised all four weapons. The ground beneath him cracked—and a ring of ancestral curses exploded outward, knocking back hunters by the dozens.
General McDougal and Captain Chloe counter-charged.
Their clash with the Datu of Damnation shook the street.
Minokawa took to the skies, throwing burning comets toward the captains below.
Alon let out a deep, watery bellow—and charged like a tsunami.
The battle was chaos.
But it was holding—
Until the Pope arrived.
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The air turned cold.
Holy light—tainted and cruel—descended in a beam, and the Pope of the Evangelist Church stepped from a portal, robes flowing, eyes shining gold like a false god.
He floated above the battlefield like an angel of death.
> "Such power... wasted on tribal ignorance. I'll take it now."
He raised one hand.
And Talagbusao shrieked—in rage, not fear.
> "You! You were the one who turned my people! You poisoned my land!"
The Pope smiled.
> "And I will take your soul next."
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The hunters and captains stared up, now caught between three forces:
Their own survival.
Talagbusao's wrath.
And now the Evangelist's greedy hand.
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And all of it—
All of it happening as a weakened Deyviel clashed with Lancer and Lucifearus at the center of hell.
Ruined Train Station
Time: 9:12 A.M.
The sun was nowhere to be found—choked behind a sky blackened by smoke, miasma, and ash.
The battlefield crackled with power. Searing flame clashed with cursed shadows. Ethereal ink dragons spiraled in the air. Hunter squads split into skirmish teams, taking on mutated Aswangs now fused with hellspawn.
But none of that mattered at the center.
Because that's where the Pope stood.
Floating above the train yard ruins, arms outstretched like a conductor ready to orchestrate a massacre.
His presence was wrong.
Unholy light poured from his body like reverse starlight—glorious, but cold and cruel. The gold in his eyes shimmered like a dying sun. With every breath, he bent divine magic to his twisted will.
> "Your gods are false. Your hope, misplaced," the Pope's voice rang out across the battlefield. "And now, I—chosen by the Outer Voice—shall purge this world's final impurity."
With a flick of his fingers, five spears of holy flame shot downward.
Captain Chloe Natalie moved fast—blades up, deflecting one toward the rubble, but her arm snapped on contact.
She fell, bleeding and stunned.
"CHLOE!" shouted Ron Ji Wu, ink tattoos flaring. A spectral phoenix burst from his back and slammed into the next spear mid-air, exploding both in a blast of burning feathers.
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9:13 A.M.
> "Seowon! Get to the Pope! We'll hold the war god!" Brixton barked.
Vice-Captain Seowon Lee, quiet and calculating, nodded once. Her boots left the ground.
She sprinted up the remains of a broken column, twisting in midair, twin daggers glowing blue. She vanished into mist, reappearing behind the Pope's back—and struck.
But he didn't even turn.
A barrier of glass-like divinity cracked the air between them, tossing her like a doll into a building's side.
> "Pathetic," the Pope whispered.
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Talagbusao Roars
Below, Talagbusao raised all four of his weapons and slammed them into the earth.
The impact cracked the battlefield like an egg—a faultline of fire and curse magic split open, throwing hunter squads into the air. Devilkin swarmed through the gap, eating corpses and dragging soldiers down.
General McDougal, bloodied but defiant, roared through the chaos:
> "YOU WANT A GOD?! I'LL SHOW YOU A MAN WHO WON'T BOW!"
He drew his massive revolver and fired a holy anti-demon round straight at Talagbusao's eye.
It hit.
And the war god howled, blinded in one head. Black blood spilled—but he still fought.
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9:14 A.M.
From the mist, Blake Baker and Wo Raflaga charged together.
Blake's dragon arm blazed with flame. His strikes shattered devilkin in half with each blow.
> "Get me close!" he yelled.
Wo grunted and chanted in a weird mix of Spanish, Cebuano, and Russian, flipping a cursed monster with a judo throw before flinging Blake toward Talagbusao.
> "Go give him hell, my guy!"
Blake spun midair, arm coated in magma—then slammed into Talagbusao's chest, driving a wave of fire through his ribs.
The war god staggered, letting out a furious shriek.
But then—
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The Pope Moves
Hovering above them all, the Pope held out his staff.
He murmured a word in Celestial Archaic, and the sky split open.
A symbol appeared in the clouds:
IX:XV
Glitch...
> 9:15
A countdown?
A prophecy?
No one knew—but it glowed like a divine wound across heaven.
> "Let the ritual begin," the Pope whispered.
Then he vanished—teleporting behind Captain Ron—and drove a radiant blade through his back.
Ron gasped—blood splattering over his shoulder as his tattoos unraveled.
> "Ink… runs dry…" he choked.
Zedric Lee screamed, rushing to catch his captain's body.
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9:15 A.M.
> "FALL BACK! REGROUP! GET OUT OF RANGE!" McDougal bellowed, smoke pouring from his lungs.
But it was too late.
A pillar of light exploded from the Pope's body—burning hundreds of devilkin, humans, and hunters alike. Bones turned to ash. Armor melted. Men prayed and died in the same breath.
The Pope floated higher, robes flowing like chains of judgment.
> "I will break this world. And remake it in the name of the true god."
Talagbusao lunged at him, mouth wide.
The Pope raised one hand.
And blasted the god backward with a single word.
> "Kneel."
The earth cratered as Talagbusao's giant form smashed into the ruins.
The battlefield stank of burnt metal, blood, and miasma. Screams were constant. Explosions blurred into chants. The sky no longer held color—only fire and thunder.
The Captains stood like scattered beacons in a sea of madness.
The war drums of Talagbusao's army pounded like a second heartbeat. Each beat summoned more demonized aswangs—now armed, armored, twisted. Their screams were no longer human. Some had wings. Others crawled like spiders with broken faces.
At the center, Datu Talagbusao, now fully demonic, wore a cloak of molten bone and wielded a four-headed kampilan, each blade mouth gnashing and hissing with fire. He was no longer a mere war god.
He had become an executioner of worlds.
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Black Knights:
Mizuno, badly injured but still moving, held her blade out beside Emily and Yumi, the three weaving a triangle defense formation. Blood dripped down their legs and boots, but they stood anyway.
> "Don't stop moving!" Mizuno barked. "Their eyes glow red before they charge!"
A ten-foot horned demon launched from the flames.
Yumi jumped and drove her twin blades into its shoulders, twisting midair, yelling:
> "For Lina! For Touru! For everyone we lost!"
Behind her, Emily fired blast runes that exploded beneath the aswang swarm. Flesh and limbs rained down. No cheers. Just breathing and a glance to the next threat.
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Golden Eagle Unit:
Captain John Cooper, now missing an eye, fought beside Vice-Captain Eric Harper, both guarding the wounded.
John had switched to his soul axe, its blade glowing orange with memory fire.
> "We hold here. This flank drops, the whole gate collapses!"
He swung with a cry, cleaving three devilkin in half. Their black blood hissed on the dirt.
> "ERIC, RIGHT!"
Eric pivoted, summoned a celestial chain, and lashed it around an enemy's neck, dragging it close and snapping it with a silver spike.
They fought like brothers.
They bled like fathers.
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Blue Fangs Unit:
Brixton Marco wiped ash off his face. "Where's Seowon?!"
The Korean vice-captain was high in the air—using her shadowstep technique mid-fall, kicking off enemies and disappearing in flashes.
> "I'm fine," she called through gritted teeth. "Just buy me ten more seconds."
> "Girl, I'm buying you a damn hour if I have to!"
Brixton pulled out his soul furnace—a rare hunter weapon that turned blood into flame. His body started to smoke. His skin cracked with heat.
> "Alright then... let's make this worth it."
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Thunderbird Unit:
Alexis dela Santos and Jake Miller fought side-by-side, moving in a dance of thunder and speed. Alexis's staff cracked with raw lightning. Her every swing turned the ground to glass.
> "We need to pin one of the generals! Jake—set him up!"
Jake roared, charged with his soul hammer, and slammed the general's left leg, exposing the spine.
> "LIGHT IT UP!"
Alexis stabbed forward—her lightning channeling into the wound, frying nerves and setting the monster ablaze from the inside.
It still didn't fall.
But it screamed.
> "That's for Zedric," Jake growled.
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Dark Void Unit:
Zedric Lee, holding his dead captain's blade, stepped forward with quiet fury. No longer a vice-captain. Now, a shadow in mourning.
> "Ron Ji Wu... you better be watching."
He activated every cursed rune on his body. His skin glowed black.
Ink creatures—tigers, serpents, dragons—poured from his arms like living vengeance. They tore through the ranks like tidal waves of wrath.
But Zedric bled with every summon.
> "I only need… ten more minutes…" he whispered.
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Black Dragons Unit:
Blake Baker, roaring, locked blades with one of Talagbusao's twin generals—Pulang Dila, the demon of starvation and eternal thirst. His dragon arm clashed with the beast's poison claws.
Behind him, Wo Raflaga dual-wielded spears he didn't have before—"borrowed" from fallen comrades.
> "Oi! Dragon boy, that left hook is wide!"
> "Then close it for me, accent freak!"
They moved like old war buddies, taking hits for one another, bleeding through their boots.
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General McDougal:
Bleeding, exhausted, limping. Still fighting.
> "HOLD THE LINE!" he roared into the communicator.
Then the communicator went static.
Because from the sky—like a dagger from heaven—a spear of divine energy fell.
Straight toward the center of the battlefield.
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9:22 A.M.
Captain Chloe, now up and stumbling, turned her head.
She saw it.
She didn't hesitate.
> "SEOWON—MOVE!!!"
She dashed—shield raised, legs burning.
The divine spear fell like the hand of a false god.
She shoved Seowon out of the way.
> "CHLOE—NO—!!"
Too late.
The spear pierced through Chloe's chest, embedding into the earth beneath her.
A shockwave knocked the entire battlefield off balance.
Ash scattered.
Blood sprayed.
And Captain Chloe Natalie Udovenco—the last of Falling Sword—smiled one final time.
> "Tell Deyviel… I saw him once... and I knew he'd be our light…"
Then she crumbled to dust.
To be continued...