Super Template System In Marvel and Beyond-Chapter 233: Demonic Trade

He glanced at the demonic entities still hovering silently in the shadows, like wolves waiting for a command. "I don't get the chance to use them often," he added casually. "They usually just sleep inside me... unless someone pisses me off enough."

"Anyway, which one do you guys want?" he asked, turning to the Director with a raised brow. free𝑤ebnovel.com

The Director looked at him, her expression firm. "Do you have any that specialize in stealth work? More... humanoid in shape?"

Dave gave a small nod, the faintest grin tugging at his lips. "Yeah, I've got a few of those."

He snapped his fingers.

From the edges of the room where shadow met light, movement stirred—silent and swift. Out stepped two figures, their forms lithe and unsettlingly graceful. Their skin was an inky black, textured like smoked leather. Tall and humanoid, with elongated limbs and no visible mouths, only glowing red slits for eyes. Their presence seemed to suck the warmth from the room, the air suddenly heavier.

"Shadow Wraiths," Dave introduced, casually. "Built for assassination, surveillance, and retrieval missions. They can blend into shadows, climb walls, move without sound, and—"

One of them vanished instantly, only to reappear right behind the Director.

"—they're fast," he finished with a smirk.

The Director flinched slightly, then turned to glance at the one now silently waiting behind her. "Creepy," she muttered.

"But effective," Phil added, arms crossed.

"Anything else you're looking for?" Dave asked, already half-turning toward the other entities still lurking beyond the veil.

"Can you show more? " She asked as this time Dave snapped and three more came out.

This time, three distinct figures emerged from the swirling shadows—each one instantly recognizable to anyone familiar with the demonic hierarchy from Devil May Cry V.

Fury, a crimson, panther-like beast crackling with red lightning, paced in erratic, jerking motions, as if its body couldn't contain its own speed. Its single eye pulsed, not with intelligence, but with unrestrained bloodlust. It hissed lowly, vanishing and reappearing in rapid bursts as if testing the patience of the mortals in the room.

Hell Judecca, tall and grotesquely elegant, dragged its massive sword across the ground, the steel singing against the floor. Its mask-like face stared blankly, head tilting unnaturally to the side as if evaluating the weak points of every living thing in the room. Chains dangled from its limbs like trophies.

Proto Angelo, armored like a corrupted knight, stepped forward with heavy, deliberate footfalls. It exuded discipline, yet the hunger behind its glowing eyes betrayed its dark purpose. Its blade was already drawn.

The moment they fully materialized, a heavy silence blanketed the room. Tension rose like a tide. The Director, Fury, and even Phil stiffened. The air itself seemed to grow heavier.

If anyone in the room dared to make eye contact with them, they'd feel it.

They weren't just standing there. They were listening—waiting. For commands. For blood.

Fury the demon sniffed the air, and its burning eye fixated on Director Madsen. It twitched, almost disappearing in a flicker of red—

Dave stepped forward, hand raised.

"Easy," he said calmly, his voice cutting through the rising dread like a blade. "They only attack when I say so. Mostly."

"Mostly?" Fury (the human) asked, clearly trying to remain calm despite the tension. His hand hovered near his gun.

Dave chuckled. "Fury's... impulsive. Needs constant reminders not to play with fragile toys."

"These things—" the Director began, taking a step back, "they're not just stealth operatives. They're battlefield monsters!"

Dave shrugged. "You wanted demons with stealth and humanoid shapes. You didn't say they couldn't slice tanks in half."

Phil muttered under his breath, "She walked right into that one."

"So," Dave said, glancing at the Director with a smirk. "Still want one for your little side project? Or are we sending the kitty back to bed?"

"How can I be sure the will listen to me?" She asked as Dave began to walk towards her.

The Director flinched slightly as Dave stepped forward, but didn't move away. There was something ancient in his gaze—something unblinking and eternal. His hand reached out, and she instinctively offered her wrist, though her eyes remained sharp and suspicious.

A faint glow shimmered in his palm as he gently grasped her arm. With a whisper in a demonic tongue, a strange mark began to burn itself onto her wrist—not painfully, but with a sensation like warm ink seeping into her very soul.

The mark was a swirling sigil: part arcane glyph, part bestial eye, part clawed spiral. It pulsed faintly red once it was etched in, as if alive.

"They will obey you now," Dave said softly, his voice tinged with something ancient. "This mark binds them—not to your will directly, but to your protection. They will follow your orders as long as you bear this mark."

He released her wrist, and she glanced down at the glowing symbol, then back up at the demonic figures now silently watching her.

Dave continued, tone serious, "I've also embedded a failsafe. If someone kills you, the mark becomes a curse. It'll command them to hunt the killer, tear them apart, and return to me. No questions. No mercy. They won't harm others. They won't lash out. They're not wild beasts. They're my pets."

"Guard dogs," she muttered, studying the mark again. "Loyal. Deadly."

"Exactly," Dave replied. "Just don't lose their leash."

She exhaled and gave a short nod, more impressed than afraid now. "Alright... I'll take two. Keep the red one with you for now," she added, pointing at Fury as it growled lowly.

"Your call," Dave smirked. "Just don't forget—they're demons. Give them a purpose, or they'll find one."

With the bond now sealed, the two demonic knights, Hell Judecca and Proto Angelo, stepped forward and knelt silently in front of her. Bound. Controlled. Dangerous.

The Director looked at Dave, eyes narrowed. "I still think you're dangerous."

Dave grinned. "You're not wrong, if you are my enemy."

Director looked at him as she nodded and then placed her hand on the scanner, the scanner confirmed her identity and then the cage holding the Darkhold opened up.

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