Kiss of the vampire
" The Girl with the Sharp sword"
Mission fifty three: TRESE! (13)
As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long, ominous shadows across the Elven Forest, Deyviel and his team prepared to set out for the nearby ruins. The air was heavy with anticipation, thick with the scent of damp earth and decaying leaves. The weight of their mission pressed heavily on their shoulders, the silence between them palpable.
The trees, ancient and twisted, loomed above, their branches like skeletal fingers reaching toward the darkening sky. The El'Drien warriors, with their piercing eyes and agile forms, blended seamlessly into the shadows, their presence both reassuring and unnerving. Elara stood tall, her gaze locked on Deyviel as she nodded in unspoken understanding.
Ethan, Yumi, and the other hunters had quickly established a perimeter around the area, their movements swift and practiced. The El'Drien took up positions in the trees, their senses heightened as they scanned the forest for any signs of danger. The rustling of leaves, the snapping of twigs, and the distant hooting of owls all blended together to create an unsettling symphony.
"Stay sharp," Deyviel instructed his team, his voice low and even. "We don't know what we might encounter. The Ice Queen could be hiding anything, and we can't afford to let our guard down." His eyes swept the area, his gaze lingering on each member of his team.
Denver nodded, his grip tightening around the hilt of his sword. "Right. We need to find her before Catherine does. If she has the primordial weapon, we can't let it fall into the wrong hands." His voice was laced with determination, his jaw set in resolve.
As they moved toward the ruins, the trees seemed to close in around them, casting deep, foreboding shadows. The air grew colder, the silence more oppressive. Deyviel's team moved cautiously, their senses on high alert, ready for whatever lay ahead.
The ruins loomed before them, a sprawling complex of crumbling stone and overgrown vegetation. Vines crawled up walls, as if trying to reclaim the structures for nature. The entrance, a massive stone doorway, stood ajar, beckoning them into the darkness within.
Elara's eyes locked onto the footprints. "Footprints, she murmured under her breath, her gaze lingering on the impressions in the dust. She nodded subtly, her gaze flicking to Deyviel's team. Her gesture was clear: someone had recently passed through here.
Deyviel's eyes narrowed as he crouched beside Elara, examining the tracks. "Recent," he whispered, his voice barely audible. "Whoever made these might still be in the ruins."
Denver moved closer, his hand on the hilt of his sword. "Could it be the Ice Queen?" he whispered.
Elara's gaze swept the surrounding area, her senses heightened. "The tracks lead deeper into the ruins. We should proceed with caution."
Without a word, the team fell into formation, moving stealthily through the ancient structures. The air was thick with tension, their senses on high alert as they followed the faint trail.
As they ventured deeper, the shadows seemed to grow longer, the silence more oppressive. Suddenly, Elara froze, her head cocked to one side. "Do you hear that?" she whispered.
Deyviel's ears strained, and then he detected it too – a faint whispering, like the soft murmur of voices carried on the wind.as he turn his head to the sound he saw a trio dashing towards them.
"Oh,…looking like unfriendly" Deyviel said with a smile.
"Well, what you expect!" Denver replied as he unsheathed his dual short sword.
The air erupted into chaos as the mysterious trio charged forward. The two mask mans eyes locked onto Deyviel, his gaze intense. "You're not from around here, are you?you guys smells like them" he said, his voice firm.
"Huh? Hey that's not nice! We take bath regularly!" He replied.
The man with the angry face mask sneered, "shut up villain!, We're the ones who'll stop you, you twisted villains! Your lives will end now!" He shouted, drawing a pair of pistols and firing at Denver.
Denver dodged and weaved, his sword flashing in the dim light as he deflected the bullets. "Pierce gunfight, huh? You think you can take me down with those?"
The man with the happy face mask charged at Elara and the others, his movements lightning-fast. Elara drew her bow, firing arrow after arrow, but the man dodged and countered with ease.
Meanwhile, the woman dashed forward, her speed almost supernatural. Deyviel reacted just in time, dodging her strike at his throat by a hair's breadth. But before he could counter, she landed a kick that sent him flying across the room.
Deyviel skittered to the ground, his eyes locked onto the woman. She was fast, and her movements were fluid, like a dancer. He smirked, unsheathing his Red Queen 2.0 prototype from his back.
The sword roared to life, its engine humming as Deyviel charged forward. The woman blocked his strike with ease, her eyes flashing with surprise. Few people could block his full swing, and she did it without breaking a sweat.
Their blades clashed, the sound of metal on metal ringing out as they exchanged blows. Deyviel's eyes widened, impressed despite himself. The woman was a formidable opponent.
Deyviel squeezed the throttle on his Red Queen, and the sword's blade began to glow red. The engine roared louder, and he smirked. "What? No chitchat or monologue? Heh, getting straight to the point, huh?!"
With a fierce cry, Deyviel dashed forward, his sword flashing in the dim light. The woman met him head-on, their blades clashing in a blur of steel and sparks.
The fight was intense, the two combatants exchanging blows and neither gaining the upper hand. But Deyviel had a plan. He was just getting started.
The battle raged on, with Deyviel and the Woman exchanging blows that sent shockwaves through the ancient structures. The sound of clashing steel echoed through the ruins, punctuated by the hum of Deyviel's Red Queen.
Denver dodged and weaved, his dual short swords flashing in the dim light as he deflected the man's bullets. "You think you can take me down with those?" he taunted, his movements swift and precise.
Elara's arrows flew true, but the man with the happy face mask dodged and countered with ease. His movements were almost inhuman, his speed and agility rivaling that of the El'Drien warriors.
The air was thick with tension, the outcome of the battle hanging in the balance. Deyviel's team fought valiantly, but the trio seemed to be gaining ground.
Suddenly, the Woman landed a kick that sent Deyviel stumbling back. She followed up with a flurry of strikes, her movements lightning-fast. Deyviel parried each blow, his sword flashing in the dim light.
But the Woman's speed and agility proved to be a formidable combination. She landed a strike that sent Deyviel's sword flying from his hand. The Red Queen's engine sputtered, its blade dying.
Deyviel's eyes narrowed in annoyance," she might be weaker than me, but she's annoyingly faster. Tsk I'll give her that.
The woman's eyes flashed with determination as she lunged forward, her sinag slicing through the air with deadly precision. Deyviel, confident in his own abilities, sneered as the blade bit into his chest. "Heh, looks like your little toothpick of yours isn't—" But before he could finish his taunt, he fell to his knees, a searing pain erupting from the wound, as if the blade had ignited a fire within his very soul.
The woman's eyes gleamed with a fierce intensity as she whispered, "The Sinag cuts more than just flesh."
Deyviel's eyes widened in shock as he stumbled back, his vision blurring. He felt an icy cold sensation spreading through his veins, as if the blade had sliced through more than just his skin.
The Sinag's power was unlike anything Deyviel had ever experienced. Forged from the soul of the woman's twin, it was said to be able to slice through the very fabric of reality.
As Deyviel stumbled back, the woman advanced, her movements fluid and deadly. "You shouldn't have underestimated the Sinag," she said, her voice low and husky.
Deyviel's vision began to blur, his senses reeling from the pain and the strange energy emanating from the Sinag. He knew he had to act fast or risk being overwhelmed by the woman's deadly skills.
Deyviel's eyes flashed with determination as he grinned, despite the pain. "Heh, I have to admit, you're quite strong... But I have bad news for you: I'm stronger!"
With a sudden burst of energy, Deyviel's right arm transformed into a dragon-like form, scales glistening in the dim light. A spirit-like draconic arm floated beside him, mimicking his movements.
The woman's eyes widened as Deyviel gestured to grab her arm. "A-a dragon?!" She almost shouted, and the spirit-like arm moved in tandem, its ethereal claws closing around her wrist like a vice. She tried to struggle, but Deyviel's grip was unyielding.
With a swift motion, Deyviel yanked her towards him. The woman's eyes flashed with surprise as she stumbled forward, her balance compromised.
Before she could react, Deyviel's fist connected with her face, sending her head snapping back. "Don't get me wrong! I promote gender equality, so don't complain later!"
The force of the punch sent the woman crashing to the ground, her eyes dazed. Deyviel stood over her, his chest heaving with exertion, the Sinag's wound still burning within him.
Despite the pain, Deyviel's grin remained, his confidence boosted by his dragon-enhanced strength. But the woman's gaze locked onto his, a spark of determination igniting within her eyes.
The woman's eyes flashed with anger as she struggled to get back to her feet. "Heh, I'm not impressed that there's still a dragon kin still alive, and I'm more surprised that even you guys are being deceived by that bitch! Heh, but who cares? I have to take you down!"
"Dragon? Who? Kin? Bitch? Decieve by who?" Deyviel said with a confused face as he look around to whom that can give him an answer but no one is paying attention, so he strug his shoulder.
As she spoke, the man with the angry face mask rushed towards her, intent on aiding her. But Denver was quick to intervene, his dual short swords at the ready.
"Uh-uh, not a chance, bruh! If you want to go there, you have to beat me, but I know that you know that you aren't going to do that," Denver said with a wink.
The masked man's eyes narrowed, his face twisted in a snarl. "You think you're that tough? I'll show you what tough looks like!"
Denver chuckled, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Oh, I'm shaking in my boots. Bring it on, buddy."
The masked man charged, his pistols blazing. Denver dodged and weaved, his swords flashing in the dim light as he deflected the bullets.
The battle raged on, with Deyviel and the Woman locked in a fierce struggle. The air was thick with tension, the outcome hanging in the balance.
The woman began to chant in a low, husky voice, her words weaving together in a rhythmic incantation. The air around her seemed to vibrate with energy, and the shadows themselves appeared to twist and writhe in response to her words.
As she finished her incantation, a burst of dark energy erupted from her hand, coalescing into a spectral entity that resembled a massive, ghostly serpent. As the Woman's incantation took effect, Deyviel stumbled back, his eyes widening in surprise.
"What are you murmuring about?" Denver asked, his brow furrowed in concern.
Then Elara shouted, "Deyviel! She's using magic, dodge!"
Deyviel's eyes snapped towards the Woman, and he leapt to the side just as she unleashed a blast of dark energy. The attack ripped through the air, striking the ground where Deyviel had stood moments before.
"Oh shoot!"
The Woman's eyes locked onto Deyviel, her gaze intense. "You can't dodge forever," she said, her voice low and husky.
Deyviel grinned, his dragon-enhanced arm glowing with energy. "We'll see about that," he said, charging forward.
The battle raged on, with the Woman's magic clashing against Deyviel's dragon powers. What would you like to happen next?
The Woman's eyes locked onto Deyviel, her gaze intense, as she prepared to unleash another blast of magic. But suddenly, her eyes widened in realization as she recalled the Elf woman's shout.
"Elara shouted Deyviel's name..." she muttered to herself, her mind racing.
A look of shock crossed her face as she realized she had been deceived. The pieces fell into place, and she understood that she had been fighting the wrong enemy.
With a sudden stop, she halted her attack, her eyes fixed on Deyviel. "Wait, stop!" she shouted, holding up her hand.
Deyviel, caught off guard, paused mid-attack, his dragon-enhanced arm glowing with energy. Denver and the others stopped fighting as well, confused by the sudden ceasefire. "What's your deal lady?" Deyviel asked but didn't receive a reply so he click his tongue.
The Woman's chest heaved with exertion, her eyes burning with a newfound determination. "I'm sorry, I think we'd mistaken you as The ice queen subordinate," she said, her voice low and deadly.
"Subordinate?! Are you crazy! We're not gonna Aline with that cold bitch! , hey hey wait,wait what's happening. Explain your self lady?" Deyviel asked in confusion.
The woman's gaze narrowed, her eyes still burning with intensity. "We've been tracking a group of vampires, led by the Ice Queen, the Vampire Queen. We have an intelligence report that she's planning to seek the help of the Beastmen to help her open a … gate of some sort."
Deyviel's expression changed from confusion to surprise. "The Ice Queen? You mean Catherine, the Vampire Queen? We're actually trying to stop her, not work with her. Some of us have some scores to settle with her, so nah, we're not even acquaintances."
The woman's eyes widened slightly, her grip on her sinag relaxing. As she breathes a sigh of relief.
Denver chimed in, as he sheathed his dual short sword at his back, "Yeah, we're not exactly friends with Elsa (Catherine). She's got some kind of primordial weapon, and we're trying to get her to stop opening more hell gates. But if she's planning to team up with the Beastmen, that's a whole new level of trouble."
The woman's gaze flicked to Denver, then back to Deyviel. "This changes things. If you're not working with her, maybe we can work together to stop her."
Elara stepped forward, her bow still strung. "What makes you think Catherine's planning to seek the help of the Beastmen?"
The Woman hesitated, her eyes darting between the group. "I'm Alexandria trese I'm a detective that specializes in crimes with supernatural origin. And also im also a babaylan(shaman) "like shamanking?" Deyviel asked but all of his teammates glare at him."what just asking! Man, you guys are so serious" added as trese continue.
"We have our sources, but we need to be careful. The Beastmen are not to be underestimated."
Deyviel snorted. "You think? We dealt with them a few weeks ago. Those motherfuckers just popped up out of nowhere and declared that they were the superior species, so we kicked their ass. And they're not exactly the most pleasant creatures."
The woman's eyes locked onto Deyviel's. "Then you know what we're up against. Will you help us stop Catherine and the Beastmen?"
Trese's eyes sparkled with a mix of surprise and curiosity. "You dealt with the Beastmen a few weeks ago? That's...impressive."
Deyviel shrugged, his dragon-enhanced arm still glowing with energy. "Yeah, we're not exactly amateurs. But stopping Catherine and the Beastmen? That's a tall order."
Trese's gaze intensified. "I know it's a risk, but we can't afford to let them join forces. The consequences would be catastrophic."
Elara nodded in agreement. "We need all the help we can get. Will you join us?"
Deyviel hesitated, his eyes flicking to Denver and the others. Denver shrugged. "Why not? We've got nothing better to do."
Just as Deyviel was about to agree, a loud crash echoed through the air, followed by the sound of shattering glass. The group turned to see a figure standing in the entrance of the building, its eyes glowing with an otherworldly energy.
"Ah, too late," Trese whispered, her Sinag at the ready. "It seems our conversation has attracted some unwanted attention."
The figure took a step forward, its presence filling the room. "Catherine sends her regards," it said, its voice dripping with malice.
Denver's eyes narrowed. "I think we're about to get a whole lot of trouble Dre! Get ready things will gets ugly with this guy!."
The figure raised its hand, and a dark energy began to build up. Suddenly, it unleashed a blast of power that sent the group flying.
As the dust settled, Deyviel struggled to his feet, his dragon-enhanced arm glowing with energy. But what he saw made his blood run cold.
Trese lay motionless on the ground, a dark symbol etched into her forehead. And standing over her was none other than...
The scene faded to black as Deyviel's eyes locked onto the figure, his mind reeling with shock and rage.
To be continued...