Kiss of the vampire
"The Void"
Mission 2: Angelic Users
The ground cracked beneath their feet as the three clashed — Rolien, Kieth, and Deyviel — each blow shaking the battlefield like thunder colliding with the earth.
Deyviel lunged first, eyes burning red, black veins creeping across his face like living scars. His aura was raw chaos — the Mark of Greed pulsing wildly as the miasma wrapped around him like a storm. "You're not me," he hissed, voice fractured, distorted. "You're just a shadow!"
Kieth spun his driver and slammed a new card into it.
"KAMEN RIDE! DECADE!"
Light burst around him — armor shifting from crimson to magenta as the decade lines glowed across his body. "Shadow? Bro, I'm too handsome to be you!" he shot back, flipping midair before kicking Deyviel straight in the chest. The impact sent shockwaves that tore a crater beneath them.
Rolien gritted his teeth. "Enough!" He activated the Hollowveil Forge, spirit energy flooding through his veins like liquid fire. His body shimmered with a faint azure glow, armor veins tracing across his arms. Every breath he took hummed with power.
[System Alert: High Concentration of Outer God Miasma Detected. Warning: Hostility and Corruption Levels Rising.]
Rolien's eyes widened. "So that's it… it's the miasma!" He dodged a swipe from Deyviel's corrupted claw and shouted, "The system says it's controlling him!"
[Confirmed: Subject 'Deyviel' contains Abyssal Mark — source of influence identified as 'Mark of Greed'.]
"Figures…" Rolien muttered, twisting his foot into the dirt before rocketing forward. His spirit energy condensed, coating his fists as he slammed Deyviel's guard. "Then I'll just knock some sense into him!"
Kieth laughed mid-fight, drawing a card and slamming it in.
"FINAL ATTACK RIDE—DE-DE-DECADE!"
He blurred forward, swapping through Rider forms in rapid succession — Kabuto, Faiz, Build — each transformation delivering a hit in different forms. One moment, he punched like Kabuto; the next, a drill kick as Build. Deyviel blocked with monstrous strength, sending shockwaves that split the ground apart.
Rolien leapt over the two, spinning in the air and slamming down with a spirit-empowered kick. The blast sent dust and red mist flying across the wasteland.
Deyviel rose from the rubble, grinning through blood. "Pathetic… both of you think you can touch me?" He roared, his miasmic aura exploding outward. Black tendrils slithered like serpents, turning the air heavy with decay.
Kieth spat to the side, standing shoulder-to-shoulder with Rolien. "He's seriously pissing me off," he muttered. "I just wanted to cosplay, not fight my evil future self!"
Rolien gave him a sharp look. "Then stop talking and focus."
Kieth smirked under his helmet. "Fine. But if I die, I'm haunting you, dude."
Before Rolien could respond, Deyviel vanished—appearing right behind him. "Too slow." His claw ripped across Rolien's chestplate, sparks and blood flying. Rolien spun, catching Deyviel's arm with both hands, and countered with a spirit-enhanced headbutt. The shock echoed like a gunshot.
Kieth rushed in, switching again—
"KAMEN RIDE! KABUTO!"
—then hit Clock Up. Time froze for everyone except him. He darted forward, delivering a barrage of strikes in super-speed, his kicks creating flashes of light like mini explosions.
But Deyviel smirked even in the slowed world. His eyes followed every move. "You think time can stop me?" He grabbed Kieth mid-motion and threw him through a mountain of corpses, ending the Clock Up instantly.
Rolien charged again, his Hollowveil flaring brighter. Spirit energy coalesced into his arm, forming an ethereal blue dragon that mimicked his movements. "You're not in control anymore, Deyviel!"
"Then who is?" Deyviel's grin widened, madness flickering in his gaze. "We all are… I am all that remains!"
Their fists collided—Rolien's dragon arm against Deyviel's abyssal claw—creating a shockwave so massive it flattened everything within hundreds of meters. Kieth came flying back into the fray, Decade's armor sparking, both hands glowing with Rider energy.
"Guess I'll just kick both your asses!"
And in the next second—
All three blurred into motion again. Fists. Kicks. Claws. Energy beams. Explosions of blue, violet, and black lighting up the night like a small war. The ground was gone — replaced by a cratered battlefield carved by gods and demons.
It was chaos.
It was fury.
It was three destinies colliding at once.
The battlefield burned beneath their feet. The once-gray plain was now a sea of fire and ash, where three figures clashed like walking calamities.
Kieth—still in Decade form—twisted his driver, sliding in another card with a flick of his wrist.
"KAMEN RIDE! HIBIKI!"
Crimson energy burst from his body as Oni markings spread across his armor. He let out a war cry, slamming his fists together before launching toward Rolien and Deyviel like a blazing comet. Each punch carried a concussive shockwave that shattered the ground.
Deyviel blocked with his corrupted claw, veins glowing black, the Mark of Greed pulsing with every heartbeat. He roared, countering with an uppercut that sent Kieth skyward, then launched after him, slashing through the air like a feral beast.
Rolien leapt in, his Hollowveil Forge flaring. His prosthetic arm shifted—panels sliding and locking into a new configuration.
"Crowd Control Mode—activate!"
Thousands of tiny metal fragments burst from his arm, spinning midair before forming spectral blades that circled him like guardian spirits. "Let's even the odds," he muttered, slamming his hand into the ground. The blades shot out like bullets—cutting through the miasma and forcing both Deyviel and Kieth to dodge.
Kieth landed hard, sliding backward through broken terrain. "Man, this is insane! You both fight like final bosses!"
Deyviel appeared behind him in a blur, eyes wide with malice. "That's because I am the final boss." He drove his claw toward Kieth's spine—but Rolien intercepted, grabbing Deyviel's arm with his prosthetic.
"Not on my watch!" Rolien shouted. His arm began to morph again, glowing bright red.
"Punch Line Mode—engaged!"
A mechanical hiss echoed. The arm launched forward—detaching and spinning like a missile. It smashed through Kieth and Deyviel, sending both flying in opposite directions. The impact alone created a pressure wave that leveled what was left of the field.
Rolien smirked, gripping a handle at his side. "Let's take this up close." He launched himself after the flying arm, riding the spinning metal through the air like a madman—his coat whipping wildly behind him.
"Ride the rocket!"
He flipped midair, kicked off the arm, and sent it crashing into Deyviel's face. The resulting explosion bloomed like a miniature sun—blue fire swallowing the horizon.
Deyviel was thrown across the battlefield, slamming into the ruins of a fallen tower. His scream cut through the smoke, half-human, half-demonic.
But Kieth wasn't staying down.
He rose from the dirt, armor sparking, and slammed another card into his driver.
"KAMEN RIDE! BLADE! FORM RIDE: KING!"
Light surged, and in an instant, he was clad in gold-trimmed armor with jeweled plates glowing like molten stars. Energy gathered in his sword as he shouted—
"Royal Flash!"
He darted forward, slicing through the air. The blade released a storm of golden slashes that converged on Rolien in a single blinding arc.
Rolien barely managed to react—his arm shifting again into Shield Mode just in time. The first wave slammed into him, sparks and debris bursting everywhere. The second wave broke his footing. The third hit sent him flying like a bullet, crashing through boulders and concrete.
Kieth lowered his sword, panting beneath the mask. "That should teach you not to mess with royalty—"
Then he froze.
A faint beeping noise echoed below him.
He looked down.
A glowing blue orb—no, a cluster bomb—sat right between his legs, humming violently.
Kieth's eyes widened behind the helmet. "Oh, you've gotta be—"
BOOM!
The explosion consumed him in a violent burst of mana and spirit energy. Purple and blue flames twisted skyward, scattering his armor fragments across the battlefield. The shockwave knocked Deyviel off balance, forcing him to stagger out of the smoke.
Through the flaming haze, Rolien stepped forward—half his armor scorched, his mechanical arm glowing from overload. "Still think I'm the one who needs to calm down?" he said, voice low and ragged.
Deyviel snarled, veins black and pulsing. "You think that was enough? I'll devour both of you!"
And with that, the ground sank. The corrupted miasma pulsed outward, creating a black dome of writhing energy around them. The air burned, reality shimmered, and the next clash promised nothing short of annihilation.
The battlefield had long stopped looking like a battlefield—it was a wasteland carved by gods. The land itself trembled as the three of them stood amidst the ruin, fire and miasma dancing in the air like twin storms.
Deyviel's breath came out as smoke, his once-blue eyes now glowing blood red, veins crawling up his neck and face. His aura twisted behind him, forming a demonic dragon that shimmered with black flame. "You still think you can stand against me?" His voice wasn't just his—it echoed like something ancient and hungry was speaking through him.
Kieth, scorched and limping but grinning under his cracked Decade helmet, swiped another card. "Then let's make it flashy." He slid it into the driver.
"FINAL ATTACK RIDE—DE-DE-DECADE!"
The air rippled. A kaleidoscope of Rider symbols spiraled behind him, each one glowing before shattering into pure energy. Kieth sprinted forward, swapping through forms mid-motion—Kabuto's blinding speed, Build's drill punch, Faiz's photon kick—all chained into one, ending in a golden Decade kick that tore through the sound barrier.
At the same time, Rolien slammed his foot into the earth. His mechanical arm expanded, gears shifting with a roar of metal as it transformed into a massive cannon, bigger than his torso. The air crackled with spirit energy—blue arcs crawling across its surface.
"Gerbarra Mode—Final Beast Roar!"
Spirit energy compressed at the cannon's mouth, forming a swirling orb of light. Then, with a thunderous boom, the cannon fired. A titanic beam of azure energy ripped through the battlefield, obliterating everything in its path. The sheer recoil sent Rolien skidding backward through molten ground, his boots carving glowing lines into the dirt.
Deyviel laughed—louder, wilder. His dragon aura unfurled, wings made of black fire spreading behind him. "You want a finale?" His voice was a growl. "Then let's end this world together!"
His body ignited, scales of flame forming over his arms and shoulders as he drew his blade through the air. "Dragon Aura—Crescent Abyss!"
A wave of pure destruction erupted from his sword—a massive, crescent-shaped slash of dark energy that cut the sky itself, splitting the clouds apart. It looked like Ichigo's Getsuga Tensho—but darker, hungrier, laced with the void.
The three attacks collided in midair.
Rolien's azure Beast Roar, Kieth's multicolored Decade Kick, and Deyviel's black Crescent Abyss met in a single instant—
and the world screamed.
The explosion was blinding, swallowing the horizon in light. The shockwave flattened what little remained of the battlefield. Mountains cracked. The sky fractured. The miasma was ripped apart by sheer force, forming a vacuum of silence that lasted for a heartbeat—before the wind and fire returned, devouring everything.
Through the storm, the three figures were flung apart like meteors—Rolien buried under debris, Kieth tumbling through flame, and Deyviel crashing into the remnants of his own darkness.
For a few seconds, there was only the sound of crackling fire and the faint hum of energy still tearing at the edges of the world.
Rolien groaned, forcing himself to his feet. His arm was sparking, half-melted. "You guys…" he muttered, spitting blood. "...are insane."
Kieth's laughter echoed weakly from the smoke. "You're one to talk, Rocket Boy."
But through the burning haze, a dark silhouette rose—wings of black flame flaring once more. Deyviel, charred but still alive, his dragon aura snarling around him like a beast refusing to die. His voice was ragged, low, but carried an edge that froze them both.
"This… isn't over."
The miasma began gathering toward him again, swirling like a storm ready to be reborn.
The crimson throne room of the Abyssal Citadel pulsed with a heartbeat that wasn't human. Walls of black flesh and molten veins quivered as reality itself bent around the two beings seated upon thrones of ruin. The stench of blood, smoke, and old divinity lingered in the air.
Kneeling before them was Lancer, the Vampire King—his once-proud armor now scarred with runes that burned faintly crimson. He bowed low, voice steady.
"Lord Xexaria, the readings have been confirmed. Three powers clashed at once—Deyviel, Rolien Edric Grey, and Kieth Deyviel Martin. The last two carry unmistakable Angelic Series signatures."
A low rumble echoed through the chamber. Xexaria, the Outer God of Wrath, leaned forward from her throne of molten iron, flames licking her body like a living crown.
"Tch. I knew those pests would find us eventually," she muttered, voice crackling like burning stone. "Heh… these Angelic Users."
From the shifting shadows, a chaotic laugh rippled through the walls. The half-manifested Thokk, Outer God of Chaos, slithered into view—his form constantly shifting between smoke, color, and grin.
"Oh-ho… you mean the Divine Users?" Thokk purred, eyes forming across his swirling mass. "The ones chosen by the Original God to kill us? I thought you lot already changed their fates. So tell me, Wrath—why are two of them here?"
Xexaria's molten gaze flicked to him, her lip curling into a sneer. "We didn't anticipate that wretched Great Sage," she growled. "Even when we stopped his summoning, he still managed to meddle—altering his past self's destiny like a cockroach that refuses to die. We sent him back earlier than planned, and yet, he still finds a way to interfere."
Her claws tightened against the throne, molten metal dripping from her fingers.
"And that red-haired boy—Kieth. His Angelic Series is the most troublesome among them now. It's already awakened. He actually managed to return and kill both the Demon Lord and the Demon God in the world he was summoned to." She scoffed, the flames around her spiking. "But it doesn't matter. His time here won't last."
Thokk laughed, spinning around the throne like mist. "And what of the other one, the little avatar of despair?"
Xexaria's grin widened into something cruel. "Deyviel? He's already lost. Even if he tries to use Ben Rayleigh's Angelic Series to go back in time, it won't work. His ability won't awaken—not in this lifetime. His fate was sealed the moment he was born."
She leaned forward, her tone dripping with mockery. "He doesn't possess a true dragon body. Only a dragonkin can awaken the full potential of his power. That boy is nothing but a broken vessel."
Thokk's laughter fractured into dozens of voices. "And the Great Sage? Still buzzing around like a fly?"
"Oh, him," Xexaria hissed. "He still interferes when he can—but we've hindered his growth. He only holds half of his Angelic ability now—the Phantom Skill. The other half is forever out of reach."
She sat back, the firelight dancing across her teeth. "Just like the others—Kieth, Deyviel, Ben Rayleigh… all half-complete, all bound by the limits we placed upon them."
Thokk clapped slowly, each echo splitting into laughter that filled the chamber. "Then let them fight. Let them tear each other apart. Three of the Seven Divine Users destroying themselves to the tune of our laughter—what a beautiful ending."
The chamber pulsed once more, the shadows themselves grinning as if in agreement.
And far above, the echoes of battle still raged—three destinies colliding under the watchful eyes of gods who wanted them broken.
To be continue.