Vampire Progenitor System-Chapter 106 - 2v1 3

Daniel snapped his fingers.

One sound. One gesture.

The world obeyed.

The air ignited—not flame, not smoke—but Hellfire.

The real kind. The kind that didn’t burn flesh—no, it burned hope. It ignited fear, love, memory—all of it reduced to cinders in a wave of red-black embers that howled like damned souls.

The entire battlefield warped. Stone turned to ash. The sky pulsed red.

Lucifer raised a blood barrier instantly, eyes narrowed. "Hellfire..."

Ruka gritted his teeth. "He’s getting really serious right now."

Daniel lifted his arm—Hellfire coiled around it like a dragon waking from slumber. His grin widened, glowing eyes locking onto both of them. "You wanted a fight..."

He pointed.

"Burn."

The Hellfire surged forward like a sea—alive, screaming. It swallowed buildings, melted glass, and curved with unnatural precision, chasing its prey.

Lucifer blink-stepped backward, dragging the barrier with him, but even his vampire magic hissed against the edges. It ate magic, like acid.

Ruka spun, slashing a fire glyph across the ground—"Barrier: Phoenix Line!"—a curved wall of spirit-flame igniting to intercept the Hellfire.

It bought them seconds. Maybe two.

That was enough.

Lucifer’s body blurred forward, shadow trailing behind. He ducked under the wave, lunged past it, and appeared directly behind Daniel. He struck—

Daniel vanished.

Not teleportation. Desire Drift—a Lust magic technique that shifted him toward whatever he most desired at that moment: the opening behind Ruka.

He reappeared mid-spin and kicked Ruka across the ribs before the cambion even turned.

BOOM.

Ruka flew sideways, crashing into a burning building with a howl of pain.

Daniel snapped his fingers again.

Chains erupted from the ground—not steel—but pure lust energy.

Each one targeted Lucifer’s core, snaring toward the desire in his blood. "Come now," Daniel whispered. "I know what you want. You want to win, don’t you?"

Lucifer snarled. "Always."

He bent low—and then exploded into mist. Blood-form.

The chains closed on air.

Daniel didn’t flinch. "Smart."

Lucifer rematerialized in midair—behind Daniel this time—and launched a full-force punch toward the back of his neck.

Daniel blocked it. Without looking. With just his pinky.

Lucifer’s eyes widened.

Daniel spun and punched once—the shockwave shattered the sky.

Lucifer flew backward, bounced off a tower, crashed into the ground and slid across thirty meters of dirt and fire.

"You’re not built for Hell," Daniel muttered.

Then—

Ruka roared.

His fire surged with his scream. His body cloaked itself in spirit overdrive—blue and white lightning flickering with every motion.

He dashed.

Daniel caught his blade with two fingers.

The sword hummed. Glowed.

Then shattered.

Ruka froze.

Daniel leaned in close. "Your spirit’s noble," he said. "But nobility doesn’t kill kings."

He pointed at Ruka’s chest.

A rune appeared. "Lust Lock."

A sigil of Daniel’s sin magic activated—twisting Ruka’s own feelings into a trap. A desire to protect Lucifer flared so strongly in Ruka’s chest—it froze him. Paralyzed him. Not with fear. But with overwhelming love.

Daniel raised his hand, claws glowing with Hellfire.

"Say goodbye."

And then—

Lucifer reappeared.

He caught the blow with his bare hand, shadows screaming around his arm.

His eyes were glowing.

But not crimson.

Black.

Eternal Core: Phase Two.

Night wasn’t just helping him now.

It was part of him.

"I’ve had enough," Lucifer said.

He threw Daniel backward with one palm—flesh tearing at the strain.

Ruka collapsed to his knees, gasping as the Lust Lock broke.

Lucifer stood tall.

He raised both arms—blood, shadow, and night converging. A spell circle spun behind him—ancient, massive, built from lines of forgotten vampire scripture.

"Crimson Dusk."

A wave of shadow-blood energy erupted.

Daniel braced—and even he slid backward.

Lucifer didn’t stop.

He walked forward through his own spell, blood peeling off his skin like armor being forged mid-battle. His voice was low.

"You talk like a king," he said. "But I know what you are."

He moved faster than sound—appearing directly in front of Daniel and delivering a brutal headbutt that cracked bone and made the demon king stagger.

Daniel coughed blood.

Lucifer whispered. "You’re a coward hiding in power."

Daniel laughed, wiping his mouth.

"Then let me show you what that power looks like."

He raised both hands.

Hellgate.

The sky cracked.

A portal to Hell opened above the battlefield. Real flames, not magic. Real demons whispered from the edges. Fire rained. Gravity distorted.

Daniel stepped into it.

His body changed again.

His muscles expanded. Wings split into four. Horns elongated. His eyes became pits of cosmic lust and wrath.

This wasn’t just 10% anymore.

This was ten percent at full focus.

He descended like a god.

Lucifer raised his arm. "Ruka." frёeweɓηovel.coɱ

Ruka was already moving.

Lucifer lunged low.

Ruka dove high.

Together.

Again.

Daniel caught Lucifer’s punch, but Ruka’s foot smashed into his spine.

Daniel spun, kicking both away.

But Lucifer flipped mid-air and landed behind him.

"Blood Reversal."

He activated a seal on Daniel’s back—his own blood still embedded from the earlier blow.

Daniel screamed.

It turned his regeneration against him—for three seconds.

That was enough.

Ruka slashed his hand, summoned a second blade—burning white with spirit essence.

"Spirit Execution."

He stabbed Daniel through the chest—right where the seal pulsed.

Daniel screamed, this time with pain.

The entire city turned silent from the weight of it.

But even then—he didn’t fall.

He pulled the blade out himself, eyes shaking with rage and ecstasy.

"You really think that’s enough?"

He let loose a roar.

A dome of Hellfire exploded from his body, sending both of them flying backward. The city cracked—again.

Buildings fell.

Flames danced in the sky.

Temmy finally flinched.

She raised one hand—but didn’t intervene.

Not yet.

Lucifer pulled himself out of the rubble, staggering.

Ruka coughed blood again—his fire dimming.

Daniel walked forward.

"Still standing."

Lucifer wiped blood from his chin. "Still fighting."

"Why?"

Lucifer smiled.

"Because I’m the one who ends kings."

Daniel grinned wider.

"Then die trying."

They clashed again.

"Temmy," Ruka called, blood streaking his cheek. His eyes flicked to the sky where she hovered, silent and sharp.

He nodded once.

She returned it.

Then—her arms stretched wide, voice calm but thunderous.

"Come forth."

And the sky answered.