Vampire Progenitor System

Valecar's attack roared forward, twin claws pulsing with red-black mana, aimed straight for Lucifer's chest.

But he never reached him.

A ripple tore through the ground beneath Valecar's feet—silent at first, then violent.

From his own shadow, a clawed hand burst out and seized his leg.

Before he could react, he was yanked off balance and slammed into the stone like a ragdoll.

The ground cracked, a crater forming around him as dust shot up like smoke from a cannon.

Then came the growl.

Low. Deep. Unnatural.

Valecar coughed and turned his head.

A massive wolf stood over him, fur like black smoke threaded with red firelight. Its eyes glowed—a molten gold that burned like judgment. Clawed limbs, curved fangs, shadow dripping from her shoulders like armor.

Vina.

In her full demon-werewolf form.

Her voice rumbled out, distorted by her beast-shape. "You don't touch him."

She lunged again, slamming her paw across Valecar's chest, sending him skidding backward into the crater wall.

He flipped mid-air, landed, snarled—and charged.

They collided with a sound like a thunderclap.

Valecar's claws met Vina's jaws.

She caught his strike with her fangs and twisted, flinging him through a stone post. She followed, launching a beam of compressed sound from her throat, the scream shattering the debris midair.

But Valecar wasn't just any vampire. He twisted midair, flipped off the wall, and surged forward with a blood whip that snapped across Vina's side, drawing a spray of dark red fur.

She roared.

They clashed again.

Fists and claws. Blood and flame.

Valecar was stronger—older, crueler, more disciplined.

But Vina was relentless.

She ducked under a spinning elbow, bit into his arm, and slammed him into the plaza's cracked foundation. Valecar screamed and burst outward with a wave of blood detonation, forcing her off.

She landed, panting.

Then shadows twitched behind her.

A girl stepped forward from nothing, black mist wrapped around her like a second skin. Her long hair rippled with the pulse of void magic. Her eyes glowed like the night sky.

Ella.

Using Rey's shadow-tethered leap, she blinked into the battlefield, landing beside Vina.

She didn't say a word.

She just raised her hand—and from her shadow, spears formed. Dozens.

They fired at once.

Valecar snarled, deflecting with a spinning barrier of blood. But even he had to step back as Ella and Vina moved together—one a beast, the other a phantom.

Vina dashed left, slashing upward.

Ella blinked to Valecar's rear and struck with her twin daggers, dipped in cursed venom.

Valecar deflected one, but the other nicked his side. He hissed and twisted, punching Ella full across the jaw.

She flew back, caught midair by one of her own shadows. Landed on her feet.

"Annoying pests," Valecar muttered, wiping blood from his mouth.

He raised a hand—and called down a rain of black javelins.

The plaza cracked again as shadow-forged spears hammered down.

Vina shielded Ella with her massive frame, absorbing half the hits.

Then she howled.

The sound rippled the air.

A pressure wave knocked Valecar back, stunned him for a blink.

Ella took it.

She vanished—and reappeared above him.

Her dagger came down.

Valecar caught it mid-swing, eyes narrowed. "Too slow."

But she grinned. "Wasn't meant to kill."

A shadow spike burst from the ground under his feet—piercing his thigh.

He howled in rage.

And then Vina was there again—crashing into him from the side, sending them both flying through the plaza wall.

Stone shattered.

Dust rolled.

The fight was far from over, but the tide had turned.

Up on the ledge, Luna appeared beside the crater.

She didn't run. She just walked down slowly, her boots quiet against the broken stone.

Beside her, Rey blinked into place. Silent. Watching.

Lucifer was still on one knee, breathing hard. His coat soaked in blood.

"Lucifer…"

He looked up.

Luna dropped beside him, arms wrapping around his shoulders. She held him tight, her chest against his, breathing shaky.

"I'm here."

Lucifer closed his eyes for a moment, letting his forehead rest against hers.

Then she pulled back, eyes brimming with something desperate.

"Drink," she said.

He shook his head. "No."

"You need it."

"I said—"

"Please."

She reached up, holding his face in her hands.

Then she leaned in.

Lucifer caught her lips in a kiss—soft, hungry.

He bit.

Blood poured, sweet and wild, into his mouth.

He drank.

The warmth of her filled him like fire waking the dead.

And for the first time in hours—

he started to heal.

Lucifer pulled back slowly from the kiss, lips still tinted with Luna's blood. The taste lingered—rich, vibrant, laced with something more than just sustenance. It wasn't just her blood. It was her will. Her heartbeat. Her trust.

She looked at him, breath unsteady. "Better?"

He didn't answer. Not with words.

His wounds were already closing.

The torn flesh along his ribs began to knit back together. The gash on his shoulder sealed, layer by layer. The bruises vanished. His spine straightened. The fatigue behind his eyes faded like smoke in wind.

He exhaled, slow.

Then stood.

No stumble this time. No pain.

The dust at his feet swirled as the ground responded to his presence again. His aura snapped back into place—sharper, darker, denser. The air around him vibrated with invisible weight.

Luna stood too, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. "Go," she said softly. "I'll stay here."

Lucifer nodded once.

He turned toward the broken wall where the fight still raged.

Inside the wreckage, flashes of black and crimson lit the air. Growls echoed. Shadow bolts cracked against stone. Vina and Ella were still holding their own—but they were slowing. Valecar was burning hotter now, dripping with unstable power, his blows heavier, his presence more feral with every second.

Lucifer began walking.

Every step echoed.

Each one faster than the last.

Then—he vanished.

In a single breath, he crossed the distance.

Valecar caught movement too late.

Lucifer appeared behind him like a silent scream—one hand grabbing Valecar by the throat and slamming him against a pillar so hard the stone fractured up its entire length.

The force knocked the breath from Valecar's lungs.

Lucifer didn't give him a second.

He pulled back his arm and drove his fist into Valecar's stomach—once, twice, three times—each punch ripping shockwaves through the tower floor.

Valecar howled and pushed him back with a wave of raw blood magic—but Lucifer surged through it.

His eyes burned.

His voice was cold. "You should've killed me before I stood."

He raised both hands and clapped them together, creating a pressure ripple that forced Valecar to his knees.

Vina and Ella stepped back, watching in stunned silence as Lucifer grabbed Valecar by the face and lifted him clean off the ground.

"You want a throne?" Lucifer growled, his aura flaring black-red behind him like wings. "Then kneel."