Kiss of the vampire "the Girl with the Sharp sword" volume 2
"When gods fall silent, it's the mortals who roar."
Mission 23 : Nothing left!
--- Glitch...
[Location: East Battlefront, Outside the Hell Gate Perimeter – London, 9:24 A.M.]
The air was no longer air. It was ash, magic, gunpowder, blood, and divine corruption clinging to every breath.
Chloe's death stunned the field.
But war didn't stop.
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Seowon Lee – Blue Fangs
She was still kneeling beside the crater—where Chloe had stood seconds ago.
Not even ash remained. Just the spear, still humming with holy energy.
Seowon's lips trembled.
> "You… saved me…"
Her shadow twitched.
Then she screamed—not in fear.
But rage.
A dozen shadow clones erupted behind her. Each one armed. Each one bearing Chloe's name across their chestplate in glowing letters.
> "You want blood, monsters?" she growled. "I've got oceans."
They descended like banshees, blades slicing through demon flesh with surgical hate.
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Zedric Lee – Dark Void
Zedric saw Chloe fall. Something snapped in him.
He walked into the swarm—runes glowing across his chest now, not just his arms. His tattoos detached completely, swirling like spirits around him.
> "You wanted demons?" he snarled. "Let me show you what happens when mortals draw the line."
From his spine rose a dragon made of ink—its eyes hollow, its claws trembling.
He rode it straight into Pulang Dila's chest.
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Pulang Dila – Demon General of Thirst
The demon general let out a guttural, deep shriek as Zedric's dragon tore his ribs open. Black blood sprayed. The beast collapsed to one knee.
Zedric landed.
> "Tell Talagbusao I'm sending his meal back uncooked."
He raised the last rune on his neck—and slammed it onto Pulang Dila's forehead.
The demon exploded in a spray of gore and shadow.
But Zedric didn't move after. His knees buckled.
He was barely breathing.
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Thunderbird Unit: Alexis & Jake
Jake had caught Seowon before she hit the ground.
> "Kid's heavier than she looks," he muttered, hauling her up.
> "You okay?"
She didn't respond. Just wiped her eyes and pointed at the Pope's direction.
> "Make it count."
Alexis spun her staff. Lightning surged so violently that her own hair stood on end.
> "Time to repay what Chloe gave us."
They charged toward the center.
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General McDougal – Rallying the Line
McDougal stabbed a demon with a broken saber.
> "FORM ON ME!" he bellowed.
The military regrouped.
Tanks arrived.
Drones swarmed overhead.
> "No more good men die today unless I say so!"
He looked up—
And saw a figure floating above the battlefield.
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The Pope – The Apostate of Light
His robes were gold laced with blood. His eyes glowed with stolen divinity. And around him, angelic rings of scripture spun—each one a weaponized commandment.
> "Children of dust," he said, voice booming, "you dare challenge the Divine Reclamation?"
A single word slipped from his lips.
> "Kneel."
And half the soldiers dropped.
Not dead.
Not unconscious.
But paralyzed by will.
Alexis screamed in defiance and hurled her lightning staff—only for it to stop midair, twisted by invisible scripture.
> "Witch," the Pope whispered. "Unclean spark. Let me douse it."
He raised his hand—
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Golden Eagle Unit: Eric & John Cooper
Eric screamed, ran forward, and tackled Alexis out of the way.
The divine script carved across his back.
John caught her and shouted.
> "ERIC!"
Eric fell—but not before giving her a thumbs-up.
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Black Dragon Unit: Blake & Wo
> "Hey! Bald bitch!" Wo yelled toward the Pope. "You're about one prayer short of a divine ass-whooping!"
Blake gave a rare smirk. "Back that up."
They dashed through the chaos. Blake ignited his dragon tattoo, his arm glowing and armored in golden scales. Wo followed, throwing spears like thunderclaps.
They fought like devils.
Because the gods weren't helping.
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9:28 A.M. – Tragedy Strikes
The second general—Talagbusao's enforcer, Kamangyan, a spider-like demon wielding incense bombs and shadow ropes—descended into the battlefield.
He moved fast.
Too fast.
One of the captains, Captain Brixton Marco, didn't see the tripwire of smoke that sliced his Achilles tendon.
He fell—hard.
Seowon screamed. Too far.
Kamangyan leapt and drove six legs into Brixton's back, pinning him like a cross.
> "Marco! No!!" Blake shouted.
Brixton turned his head.
> "Tell Seowon… she's ready now."
Then Kamangyan ripped out his heart.
And vanished into smoke.
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Silence.
Then:
Seowon's scream.
And all hell breaking loose again.
At the heart of it all, three titans clashed like gods tearing the seams of the earth.
Lucifearus stood massive and grotesque—horns jagged and malformed, flesh stitched with pulsing red veins that glowed like magma. His six wings had rotted into gnarled blades, each holding a floating, cursed weapon—the DeLucefearus, echoing with centuries of death.
Beside him was Lancer, donned in charred black armor, his eyes glowing with ancient spite. Around him hovered the stolen Primordial Weapons:
Artemis, crackling with white-hot lightning.
Ifrit, burning like a solar furnace.
Agni & Rudra, spinning with synchronized destruction.
Alastor, thrumming with murderous glee.
And facing them—
Deyviel, pure again but scarred, his dragonic arm pulsing blue like a beating heart.
Denver, twin daggers aflame with soulfire, held a calm fury in his eyes.
They launched first.
Red Queen hissed through the air. Deyviel vanished in a blur, dragging Lucifearus mid-laugh into a wall of steel and fire. Denver moved in tandem, his daggers like twin comets as he deflected Artemis and launched a surprise strike at Lancer's chest.
But they were outmatched—and they knew it.
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Lancer smirked, parrying Denver's blades.
> "I always did enjoy watching insects try to kill giants."
He glanced at Deyviel, eyes narrowing.
> "So, the failed savior crawls back from the grave. Still chasing ghosts?"
Deyviel snarled, sweeping Alastor away with a brutal kick.
> "Keep talking. The more you say, the more I know I'll enjoy shutting you up."
Lucifearus boomed with laughter.
> "You two bicker like mortals. No wonder the world is dying."
He loomed over them, voice thick with venom.
> "And you, Lancer... Using our brothers' souls just to fight your battles? You orchestrated the dragon genocide. Lied to Lancelot. Had the Dragon Emperor—our little brother—slain."
Lancer's smirk twitched.
> "And I'd do it again. They were weak. Honor-bound fools clinging to fading bloodlines. I ascended."
Lucifearus's grin widened, sickening.
> "You ascended into a coward."
> "Better than being chained in hell with failures."
They clashed—Lancer lunged at Lucifearus, Artemis and Agni slashing like lightning and flame. Lucifearus countered with two of the DeLucefearus blades, the city shook from their impact. Deyviel and Denver were forced to separate, dodging shockwaves and falling debris.
Amid the haze of smoke and screams, General McDougal stood tall.
His coat was tattered. Blood smeared his face.
But both fists were clenched—wrapped in the activated cores of the DoomBreaker Gauntlets.
> "Let's dance, you son of a bitch."
He dashed forward, rubble exploding under his boots as the doombreakers hummed—engines glowing red from the sheer heat building inside.
Datu Talagbusao roared, swinging one massive arm down.
McDougal didn't dodge.
He met the blow head-on—his gauntlet flaring as it clashed with the demon king's corrupted limb.
> CRACK!!
A shockwave rattled the earth.
A building nearby shattered like glass.
> "Keep pressure on the left flank!" McDougal barked as he pivoted, shoving a crushing uppercut into Talagbusao's gut.
> "You don't get to wipe out my hunters and walk away breathing!"
Talagbusao reeled—then struck back, claws like black lightning.
McDougal ducked low, slid under, and slammed both gauntlets into the creature's spine.
> BOOM!
Dark blood sprayed the field.
The Black Order captains closed in around him, fighting in sync.
Blades, fire, ice, and summoned ink beasts danced around the corrupted demon army.
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Simultaneously – Rooftops Overlooking the Central Battlefield
Maya crouched low on a crumbling spire.
Beside her, Catherine, poised, breath steady.
Below, the battle was chaos.
But her eyes never left Lancer—engaged in a vicious three-way battle with Deyviel and Lucifearus.
> "Now," Catherine whispered.
Maya didn't answer. She leapt first.
Catherine followed—two blades flashing in the stormlight.
The air screamed as they descended toward Lancer's blind spot, blades raised to strike.
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Back to the Ground – 9:34 AM
McDougal grunted as he slammed a hook into Talagbusao's jaw, then caught a claw meant to skewer Captain Cooper.
> "Move!" he growled—and Cooper rolled clear.
Captain Brixton and Vice Seowon surged from the right, raining suppressive fire on Talagbusao's demon guards.
On the other side, Captain Ron Ji Wu hurled a shadow beast at Kaladkarin, forcing the spider-limbed demon into a defensive crouch.
Captain Alexis roared as she swung her lightning-forged axe, carving through the devilkin with bursts of thunder.
> "Keep formation!" McDougal shouted. "He's weakening! Hit harder!"
> "We're with you, General!" Captain Chloe called out from behind, limping but alive—her face bloodied, but her eyes full of fire.
The tide of battle was shifting.
But time was bleeding fast.
The Hell Gate still pulsed behind them—like a heartbeat counting down to something worse.
And up above, Maya and Catherine's blades gleamed, just seconds away from Lancer's neck.
8:59 pm?
Smoke swirled in the air. Screams echoed in the distance.
And in the middle of it all—Deyviel knelt beside Denver, cradling his broken, bloodied body in trembling arms.
The red queen sword was embedded in the ground beside them, forgotten for now. His draconic arm was shaking—not from exhaustion, but fear.
> "No… no, no, no…"
"Don't you dare die on me," Deyviel whispered. "Not you… not now…"
Denver coughed, blood trickling from his lips. His smile was faint—flickering like a dying flame—but it was there.
> "Tch… you always get dramatic… when I'm bleeding."
> "Shut up," Deyviel muttered, voice cracking. "Just shut up and hold on. I'll get Maya—I'll call Emily—they can fix this. They have to—"
> "No, listen—" Denver grabbed Deyviel's collar weakly, his grip faltering. "Look at me…"
Deyviel froze.
And looked into the eyes of his best friend—the only one who stood beside him when everyone else doubted him. The brother he never had.
> "You were always gonna carry more than you should… That's just who you are."
> "I don't want to carry this," Deyviel said, voice shaking, eyes wide with tears he couldn't stop anymore.
> "Yeah… but you will. Because if you're not out there, keeping the world from burning… then who the hell else will, huh?"
Denver smiled again, this one softer. Warmer.
> "So promise me… Keep the world safe for me, brother."
Deyviel's jaw clenched. His teeth gritted. His head dropped, pressing gently against Denver's.
> "...I promise," he whispered.
> "Good," Denver murmured.
And then his hand fell away from Deyviel's chest. His head slumped.
The light in his eyes flickered out—like the last ember of a fire.
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Deyviel sat there. Silent. Arms still wrapped around the cooling body of his best friend.
Around him, the battle raged on. Screams. Metal. Magic. Blood.
But for a moment—it all felt quiet.
Until—
> BOOM!!!
Another shockwave hit the earth. Lucifearus roared in the distance. Lancer raised his blade again.
Deyviel stood. Slow. Deliberate.
He laid Denver down gently, closing his friend's eyes with care.
Then he picked up the Red Queen, fire sparking along the blade's edge.
His body trembled—not from fear. But rage.
From loss.
From purpose.
He didn't say a word.
But his eyes were blazing.
The sky churned overhead, black clouds swirling like a storm summoned by wrath alone. The battlefield trembled beneath his feet.
Deyviel stood in the center, bloodied, burned, and broken—but standing. Denver's body lay behind him, motionless. His promise still echoed in his ears:
> "Please… keep the world safe for me, brother."
Something cracked.
Not bone.
Not the earth.
Something inside Deyviel.
He slowly turned toward Lancer and Lucifearus, each breath releasing steam as his aura surged to a terrifying degree. The Red Queen roared to life, its blade burning crimson with fury. His dragon arm pulsed violently, spreading draconic markings up his neck and cheek, glowing faintly with unstable energy.
And for the first time—
He wasn't fighting to win.
He was fighting to kill.
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Catherine staggered up, just as Deyviel passed her. She reached out to stop him—
> "Deyviel, wait—"
Without even glancing at her, he backhanded her with his devil arm.
CRACK.
Her body crashed through a broken tower wall and vanished into the dust.
She wasn't the enemy.
But she was in the way.
And right now?
Deyviel had no mercy left to give.
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Lancer's grin faltered as Deyviel walked straight at them.
> "...He's serious."
Lucifearus chuckled.
> "Look at him. That's not the 'hero' anymore. That's a reaper."
> "No."
Lancer took a step back, eyes narrowing.
> "That's a man who's stopped holding back."
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Deyviel vanished—a burst of red energy cracking the ground beneath where he stood.
He reappeared between them, arm cocked back, dragon energy howling—
> "RAAAAGHHH!!!"
His punch detonated like a meteor, slamming into Lucifearus's chest, sending the Demon King skidding back through several buildings—his miasma briefly dispersing.
Lancer slashed at him from behind—but Deyviel caught the blade with his bare hand. Sparks flew. Blood dripped from his palm. He didn't flinch.
> "Not this time…"
"You're not getting away."
He drove his knee into Lancer's gut, launching him into the sky, then zipped above and slammed him back down with a crushing axe kick.
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Lucifearus rose, snarling, his mouth smoking.
> "Heh… What are you, boy?"
Deyviel stepped forward, eyes locked with him, wings flared.
> "I'm the one who's going to end this."
"No speeches. No justice."
"Just death."
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And for the first time, both monsters—Lucifearus and Lancer—understood:
This wasn't the same Deyviel they faced before.
This was the one who stopped trying to protect.
This was the one who came to kill.
The winds howled as if the world itself recoiled.
In the center of the ruined city, Deyviel fought like a god unchained. Each swing of his sword shattered the air. Each impact sent shockwaves through concrete and steel. Lancer and Lucifearus struck together—but even together, they were being pushed back.
His eyes weren't glowing anymore.
They were burning.
And for those watching…
It was no longer hope they saw in the Hero of the Hunters.
It was judgment.
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A hundred meters away, a defensive line of Black Order captains, paladins, and surviving soldiers fought to hold the outer horde at bay. But all heads turned at once—watching in awe, and fear—as Deyviel roared and drove Lucifearus through a stone building with a spinning slash, and then kicked Lancer through a collapsing tower with fire trailing behind his heel.
Even the monsters paused.
Even the Pope, watching from a high vantage, went still.
That's when General McDougal shouted, voice rising above the chaos like a war drum.
> "You idiots!! Do you even know what you've done!?"
> "To keep him sane… to keep him in this world's morals—"
"You were supposed to leave him something to hold on to."
"His family. His friends. His brother."
McDougal gritted his teeth, eyes locked on Deyviel's rampage.
> "But you took them all…"
> "AND WHEN YOU TAKE EVERYTHING FROM HIM—!!"
He pointed to the battlefield where Deyviel was now charging both Lancer and Lucifearus at once.
> "—YOU DON'T GET A HERO."
> "YOU GET A FUCKING KILLING MACHINE TRAINED ONLY TO DESTROY!!"
> "AND THAT—" he drew his sidearm, slid his gauntlet into place with a metallic clang—
"—is YOUR mistake!! YOU FUCKING MONSTERS!!"
He turned toward Datu Talagbusao, the corrupted warlord of Aswang legend, now towering like a demon among his generals and mutated army.
> "MEN!!" McDougal roared, his voice cracked and heavy with grief.
"PUSH THROUGH!! USE EVERYTHING YOU GOT!!"
> "DON'T LET THEM TAKE ANY MORE LIVES!!!"
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The captains responded instantly.
Chloe led the left flank, her blades humming with compressed wind.
Brixton Marco and Seowon Lee flanked the right, blasting demons with synchronized strikes.
Ron Ji Wu activated his tattoos, dragons roaring from his skin as they came alive in brilliant infernos.
Captain Harper launched explosive sigils into the enemy front, shielding injured troops.
And in the center, McDougal roared and charged straight for Talagbusao, his Doombreaker Gauntlet igniting with blue hellfire.
The final clash had begun.
And back in the center—
Deyviel fought like vengeance incarnate.
He parried Lancer's twin blades, ducked beneath Lucifearus's hammer strike, and then—kicked off the Demon King's chest to slash down at Lancer with a vertical cleave that split the concrete beneath them.
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Atop the battlefield…
The skies darkened again.
Maya and Catherine landed behind Lancer, weapons drawn—ready to strike.
But that moment will come next.
Because for now…
The world watches a man who has nothing left—
And nothing left to lose.
To be continued...