Vampire Progenitor System
Chapter 129: "Let’s burn them all."

Chapter 129: "Let’s burn them all."

Ella sat at the edge of the couch, brushing her hair back as the moonlight poured through the glass above them.

Lucifer stood near the doorway now, fully dressed, coat draped over one shoulder, his back half-turned to her. But his eyes... they were sharp. Focused. Somewhere far ahead already.

"So you’re going after the Resistance," Ella said quietly, pulling the fabric of her robe a little tighter. Not asking. Just confirming.

Lucifer glanced over his shoulder.

"Yeah."

He turned fully, walking back toward her slowly.

"But not because I feel bad... or because I think the supernatural world suddenly matters to me," he said. "That’s never been my reason."

Ella looked up at him, waiting.

Lucifer’s voice dropped, calm and low.

"I’m doing this for the kids. The ones in the covens. The small packs. The fledgling clans who never asked for any of this. They’re just born different. Born strange. And for that—they get hunted. Tortured. Mutilated."

He knelt down slightly in front of her so they were eye level.

"They call us monsters," he said, tone flat. "But they’re the ones turning their own children into weapons. Brainwashing kids. Making them hate. Sending them to kill. They hide it behind words like ’justice’ and ’order.’ But it’s just cruelty."

Ella’s breath caught slightly.

"And I can’t sit by and watch the world slide into that kind of madness."

Lucifer stood again, pulling his coat on.

"If we don’t stop it now... they’ll come for all of us. Not just vampires or witches. Everyone. Kitsunes. Shapeshifters. Even the humans who defend us."

He paused at the window, looking out over the distant city lights.

"I don’t care about saving the world. I care about stopping what it’s turning into."

He turned back to her.

"And yeah... I’m not worried about myself. I can burn through an army if I have to. But I am worried about the rest of you."

Ella stood slowly, walking over to him.

She looked at his face for a long second. Then reached up and touched his cheek.

"You sound like a leader when you talk like that."

Lucifer gave a small snort. "I sound like someone who’s tired."

She smiled faintly. "Then let me ask you something, Lucifer Origin..."

He raised a brow.

"Do you want company on this warpath of yours? Or are you planning to take on the Resistance solo?"

Lucifer gave her a look. "You think I’d stop you if you wanted to come?"

Ella smirked. "You couldn’t even if you tried."

They both stood there, side by side, staring out at the world waiting beyond the citadel walls.

Then Lucifer cracked his neck and stepped forward, the sound of his boots echoing through the quiet room.

"I’ll send the word out," he said. "Zane, Anita, Alessia, the rest of the Origin Clan. If the Resistance wants to declare war..."

He adjusted his coat.

"Then we’ll give them one."

Ella’s smile faded into something sharper.

"I’ll pack my blades."

Lucifer didn’t look back. But he grinned.

Elsewhere – A resistance outpost. Northern border.

A pair of guards walked the perimeter, rifles slung low, thermal visors blinking red with every pass. Inside the main facility, techs monitored magical readings, tracking leyline movements and supernatural surges.

Then the power flickered.

Once.

Twice.

Then darkness.

"What the—?"

The first guard never finished the sentence.

Because a blade of pure shadow slid through his neck silently, and he dropped without a sound.

The second turned—only to find nothing behind him.

A whisper reached his ear.

"You’re late to your own funeral."

And then the night exploded.

Lucifer had arrived.

The screams started thirty seconds after the lights went out.

Lucifer moved like a shadow given breath—no sound, no mercy. The first hallway ran red in seconds. The walls were splashed with it. No elegance. Just execution.

A soldier stumbled from the barracks, clutching a pulse rifle. "Code Bla—!"

Lucifer’s boot shattered his jaw before the man could finish. His body folded in half mid-air, spine crushed as it slammed against the metal ceiling. Before it could hit the floor—

SLASH.

A whip of blood—his own, forged into a living blade—sliced clean through three more resistance fighters charging from the other corridor. Their torsos split open like paper, falling in steaming heaps.

Another soldier yelled, "It’s the vampire! It’s—!"

Crunch.

Lucifer’s hand cracked straight through the man’s chest. Not with force. With precision. He pulled his heart out like it was a worn coin, still beating, and let it drop to the floor with a wet splat.

Behind him, a sonic mine beeped once.

Twice.

Too slow.

Lucifer raised one hand.

[Blood Dome].

The explosion was sucked inward, swallowed by a sphere of coagulated blood he summoned mid-air. It imploded instead of detonating—muted. Useless.

Then from the upper levels—she dropped.

Ella.

Clad in obsidian leather, eyes glowing red beneath her hood. Her blades unsheathed with a soft whisper—twin daggers of blackened silver, curved like fangs.

She didn’t land softly. She crashed down onto a squad with full intent.

Steel met flesh.

SHNK. SHNK. SHNK.

Three quick cuts. Throats opened. Arteries sprayed. A fourth soldier tried to block her—

Too late.

She spun under his rifle, jammed a dagger into his foot, then into his chin, lifting him off the ground with one fluid motion.

Lucifer smirked as she joined him, her boots crunching on the broken floor tiles.

"You were late."

"I was tying my hair."

Then they moved.

Together.

Hallway One – Clearance Level 3

Lucifer charged through the main corridor, arms wide. From his back burst two massive spears of condensed blood, sharp and spinning. He flung them forward—

THOOM.

They skewered a reinforced turret and the squad behind it, pinning all of them to the wall in a shower of sparks and flesh.

Ella danced through a storm of bullets, her form weaving like smoke. One of the soldiers screamed, unloading full clips from an anti-supernatural rifle.

She let one bullet graze her shoulder. Then her blade found his eyes. Both.

The wall behind her turned red.

Another squad tried to fall back into the safe room.

Lucifer snapped his fingers.

[Crimson Bind].

The blood pooled at their feet twisted, rose like snakes, and wrapped around their limbs, yanking them to the floor.

He walked toward them slowly, boots echoing.

"You hunted our kind. Killed children. Thought no one would come for you."

He raised one hand, and the blood tightened, pulling their arms apart.

One screamed. Two more begged.

Lucifer silenced them with a glance.

[Bloodfire Pulse].

A wave of crimson flame roared from his palm—silent, burning cold. Their bodies didn’t burn. They disintegrated. Clean. Final.

He turned toward Ella. "Basement?"

She nodded, wiping her blade clean on a fallen coat. "Three levels down. Holding cells. That’s where they keep the ones they experiment on."

Lucifer’s eyes darkened. "Then let’s go say hi."

Main Elevator Shaft — Breach

They didn’t take the lift.

Lucifer dropped straight through the shaft, crashing through floors like a missile.

Ella followed, flipping through the air with both blades drawn.

They landed in the underground with a shockwave.

The lights flickered. Sirens started.

Too late.

Underground Facility — Holding Block 4

What they found wasn’t a prison. It was a lab.

Glass tanks. Wires. Children. Teens. Supernaturals wired to machines, bodies twitching, unconscious.

Lucifer stared at it all. Then exhaled slowly.

"You monsters."

A scream echoed from behind the containment chamber. A resistance doctor ran for the emergency button.

CRACK.

A blood spear pinned his hand to the wall.

Lucifer walked over slowly.

"You used our blood for weapons. You fed on fear."

He stared the man down.

"We’re done talking."

He slammed the doctor’s head into the console, smashing every button with his skull.

Then turned toward Ella.

"Set the charges. We bring this whole lab down."

She nodded, already working.

More soldiers rushed in—last stand.

Lucifer threw his coat off.

Eyes glowing crimson, he stepped into the center of the room.

Then—

He unleashed it.

[Blood Sovereign Form]

His aura exploded.

A throne of blood formed behind him, his body wrapped in flowing red energy like liquid armor. His shadow stretched across every inch of the floor, and his presence crushed the air.

The soldiers froze.

Lucifer raised both hands.

The shadows rose with him.

[Thousand Blades Burial]

From the darkness, hundreds of weapons formed—swords, spears, axes—all made of hardened blood and hate.

Then they launched.

The room became hell.

Metal tore through bone. Screams rang out as one by one, the soldiers were ripped apart.

Limbs flew. Blood sprayed in violent arcs across the walls.

Ella moved beside him, cutting down the ones who got too close. Her movements were graceful, brutal, perfect. One soldier raised a grenade—

She kicked it back into his mouth and turned before it exploded.

Lucifer grabbed the final survivor—a captain with cybernetic limbs.

He held him up by the throat.

"Tell Calen Rooks," Lucifer said, voice cold and sharp like winter, "that war has a cost."

Then he crushed the man’s windpipe and tossed him into the wall like trash.

Boom. Boom. Boom.

The charges Ella planted went live.

Lucifer raised a hand.

[Blood Shield – Wide Cast]

A dome of red engulfed them as the lab exploded.

The shockwave lit the night.

When the dust cleared, nothing was left but fire, smoke, and ruin.

Lucifer stood at the center of it all, crimson coat fluttering in the heat.

Ella joined him, eyes scanning the destruction. "That’s one base down."

Lucifer didn’t blink.

"Not enough."

He turned his eyes to the moon.

"Let’s burn them all."

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