Vampire God in the Apocalypse-Chapter 327 - 324. Story of the veil (2)

Dexter pinched his nose bridge in frustration.

This was a bit too much for him. The story of how the veil came, how witches created order, it's all sounding like a fairytale.

A very real fairytale.

"That doesn't still explain how they died." Rameses spoke up, his voice call and composed.

Dexter looked at him with a complicated expression. Then he straightened himself and looked at the witches for an answer.

"They went to stop the morning star from coming into the earth. But they failed, and now they're dead." Seraphina spoke, folding her arms.

The entire room went silent, all of them in deep thought. There was one pressing question on Dexter's mind that he needed to know.

"His class, how strong is he?"

Everyone in the room suddenly turned to Dexter's as if wanting to ask the questions themselves.

Orphae shook her head, looking to the side and gazing out of the window, looking at the dark world beyond.

"If we're to interpret his strength, semi-first class." Gazan spoke up, looking down at the table as if reminiscing.

He had been there close to a thousand years ago when the supernaturals gathered to fight the legions of hell and Lucifer.

Gazan let out a breath.

"An angel who fell from the grace of heaven. To create sin and terror, he's one perverted bastard."

Dexter on the other hand was still shocked by what Orphae said about his rank. Semi-first class?

SEMI-FIRST CLASS?!!

'Third class creatures are already on another level from the rest of the creatures in the apocalypse. And this person is very intelligent...' Dexter swallowed.

Even if he was to use the powers of Alicard and the darkness bestowed onto him, he wasn't sure of taking a first class in battle.

He would be crushed.

"I can see the worry and fear in your eyes. But you don't need to think about it too much..." Seraphina's expression turned serious.

She tugged her crimsom hair backwards, revealing a set of dark eyes that seemed to carry a hidden wisdom.

"Easy for you to say. You havent met this guy." Gazan nearly shouted as his dragon eyes met Seraphina.

The witch remained calm, not looking at Gazan in the eyes.

"He's weakened. And he is looking for the source of this weakness. If not, he would have found this place the moment he left his dimension." She explained, causing the entire table to fall silent once more.

Now, there was no reason to panic, really. It was just a semi-first class enemy that has lost a bit of his powers!

"In the archives of the Phoenixfire syndicate, there would be the knowledge of how to defeat him. But we would need the help of a the vampire king to achieve it." Seraphina spoke, gesturing for the woman in yellow.

Callen stepped forward, waving her hand in the air.

Light simmered inside the room, connecting to each other with a thin line of spi it energy.

The witch tapped a particular light and an image came up stunning all of them.

Magic was a really wondrous thing, one of the things that fascinated Dexter the most. If there was a choice, he would have chosen to become a powerful sorcerer, not having to endaher himself Everytime he goes to fight.

The image in front of them was a forest hidden in a thick fog. It was really hard to see anything.

"The temple of thrones is what we're looking for. It's located deep inside this forest." Callen explained, and they all began to realize their own situation.

It dawned on all of them that the world they were trying to protect might still be destroyed, regardless of what they do.

"Who the hell are you?! State your business!"

Dexter heard sounds coming from the gate of the camp and he frowned, feeling a familiar presence. For more chapters visit noⅴelfire.net

He turned into a cloud of black smoke, flying away in the form of a bat.

Rain poured heavily on the cemented grounds. Soldiers held guns and various weapons pointing them at a singular person that stood outside of the camp.

The rain hammered against the gates of the camp like a war drum, drowning out the chatter of the soldiers.

"Identify yourself!" a guard shouted again, his voice half-swallowed by the storm. Dozens of rifles and enchanted weapons glimmered in the downpour, all aimed at the lone silhouette standing beyond the floodlights.

She was motionless, swaying slightly as if the weight of the world pressed down on her shoulders. When the lightning cracked across the sky, the figure came into full view.

A woman stood before the soldiers.

Her long blue hair clung to her body in wet strands, plastered against skin as pale as moonlight. Her clothes—once an elegant battle gown—were nearly burned away, little more than scorched tatters clinging desperately to her curves. The fire had spared her form but left her draped in ruin, a haunting vision of fragility wrapped in raw power.

Her bare feet sank into the mud, but she didn't move, didn't flinch as weapons locked onto her. Her chest rose and fell with shallow breaths, and yet her crimson eyes still carried the defiance of a predator who had survived the impossible.

She gazed at the soldiers with disdain.

The soldiers murmured nervously, some lowering their guns, others gripping tighter.

And then, with a sharp hiss of wings, a black mist streaked above them.

The soldiers raised their guns, tracking the bat until it finally landed on the ground.

Its form solidified into a bat midair, before unraveling into a man cloaked in shadow. His red gaze cut through the rain as he landed between the soldiers and the stranger.

The black coat with the symbol of a golden sun wavered in the wind.

"You." Dexter's voice was cold, wary. "Why are you here?"

For a heartbeat, her eyes lifted to meet his, and recognition flickered.

Memories surfaced in Dexter's mind—the ruined halls of Dracula's castle, the both of them clashing in the dark, her icy power freezing his shadows.

How could he not remember her, they were enemies, rivals, predators locked in an endless hunt.

He had never expected to see her like this though. He wanted to go close to her, but she didn't look like her usual self now.

And Dexter knew her as a crazy person.

Her lips parted, her voice a whisper drowned almost completely by the rain.

"…I never thought… I would ask you for help."

Her knees buckled and she fell forward.

"Rose—" Dexter moved before she hit the ground, his arm snaking around her shoulders, pulling her against him. She was trembling, her body burning with strange wounds that even a vampire's regeneration couldn't erase. Steam rose faintly where the rain touched her skin, as though fire still lingered beneath.

Her breath was shallow, but her final words before darkness took her were a dagger to his chest.

"Lucifer… is coming."

Her body went limp in his arms.

Dexter stared down at her unconscious form, his fangs clenched tight. Around him, the soldiers shifted uneasily, whispering, but none dared to approach.

'Did she just... Say lucifer.' Dexter's eyes were wide open.

'So he's this powerful.' Dexter heaved a sigh.

He wanted to think about itz but he was just too tired. Lucifer...

He had heard that name when he was a human, but it was all a myth in books and was never proven to exist.

He even sounded like some demon that haunts dreamsz but now that he's seeing the results of his attacksz he knew now that this person was on another level entirely when it came to power.

Dexter looked far into the distance. There was no signs of life anywhere close to him.

'Am I really... Thinking of running away?' He gazed down at Rose's face that had a burn scar on her cheek.

Dexter couldn't help but think of fleeing this place, there were just so many people he was responsible for that it seemed overwhelming for him.

His mother, an entire coven, the stronghold of humanity here in Saint Petersburg, and Hannah.

He couldn't afford to be weak like this.

When facing impossible odds, he couldn't help but think about it.

Someone capable of killing five of the strongest people to exist on earth. Harming his equal in strength, what's next.

Not to mention that there is a second class creature that Jude is currently searching for. They'll have to face it very soon...

It was happening too fast.

The soldiers in the front gate all lowered their weapons, and one of them used a hand signal to tell the others to go back inside.

"I knew I felt a familiar presence here." Kila's voice came from around Dexter and he turned around, seeing her and Lily behind him.

Seeing their faces, a new conviction stirred in him.

'Right, I have to protect them. It doesn't matter who it is, I'll grow stronger, till no one can threaten us.'

Without a word, he pulled Rose closer and vanished into a swirl of shadows, carrying her into the camp's depths.