Vampire Progenitor System
Chapter 134: Kidnapped Luna

Chapter 134: Kidnapped Luna

Abandoned Facility – Somewhere Underground

The sack came off with a rough tug. Cold air hit her face. Bright light followed.

Luna Rae blinked fast, breath shallow. Her vision adjusted to the concrete room—gray, empty, cruel. No windows. One steel door. Four cameras in the corners. A long fluorescent light buzzed above like it was mocking her.

Across from her sat Calen Rooks.

Gray coat. Gloves off. Smile wide.

"Hello, Miss Luna," he said, dragging a chair in front of her. The metal legs scraped hard against the floor. "I see you’re in cohort with the supernatural. More precisely... Lucifer Origin."

He sat slowly.

"And I want to know how to get into his little circle. And you..." He leaned forward. "You’re the only one who can help me."

Luna didn’t answer. Her eyes flicked around the room, trying to place where she was—nothing familiar. She was tied at the wrists. Ankles too. Her voice stayed calm, but sharp.

"You’re making a mistake."

Calen raised an eyebrow.

"If Lucifer finds out I’m missing," Luna continued, steady now, "he’s going to kill you. And if you lay a finger on me, it’ll be worse. I’m telling you—let me go. Turn yourself in. I can talk to the others. I’ll plead on your behalf."

Calen blinked at her. Then laughed.

A deep, drawn-out, mocking laugh that echoed off the concrete.

He wiped a tear from his eye.

"Who do you think you are?" he said. "Seriously. You think Lucifer Origin gives a damn what happens to you?"

Luna said nothing.

Calen stood. Walked in a slow circle around her.

"I’ve watched him. Studied him. He doesn’t care. Not really. He uses people. And when they break? He replaces them. You’re just his new toy. Nothing more."

He moved to a locked crate in the corner of the room. Click. He opened it and pulled something out wrapped in cloth.

"But... just in case I’m wrong..."

He turned and unwrapped it—revealing a long syringe filled with swirling dark red liquid. The color pulsed like it was alive.

"...I’ve got something just for him."

He placed the needle on the table beside her. "Modified vampire neurotoxin. Designed to cripple the aura channels. Took months to develop. He won’t be able to move when I hit him with it."

He sat back down, closer now.

"Now, Luna," he said calmly. "You’re going to answer my questions. You’re going to tell me everything about his clan, his hideouts, his weaknesses. And if you even think of proving stubborn—"

He leaned in so close she could smell the metal on his breath.

"I’ll give you a taste of death."

Luna stared at him. Not blinking. Not flinching.

Then slowly, she smiled.

"You really don’t get it, do you?"

Calen’s smile faded just slightly.

Luna leaned forward as far as the restraints would allow. "You think Lucifer doesn’t care? Then why did he burn half your network down in a week? Why did he destroy the labs before your files could upload? Why did he leave your men in pieces, not ashes? So you’d see them."

Calen’s eyes narrowed.

Luna’s voice lowered, calm and cold.

"He’s not a man who forgets. And he doesn’t give warnings twice."

She glanced at the needle.

"And if you think that’s going to stop him, then you haven’t been watching close enough."

A flicker of something passed in Calen’s eyes.

Not fear.

But doubt.

He stood suddenly, pacing again. Trying to shake it off.

"Say what you want," he muttered. "I’ve planned for every outcome. I’ve studied him like a machine. I know where he’ll strike next."

He turned back to her. "But I want him to come. That’s the point."

Luna looked at him.

"Then congratulations," she said softly. "He’s on his way."

Just then—

BOOM.

The lights flickered.

A low rumble echoed from somewhere above.

Calen froze.

He looked toward the door.

Another sound—closer now. Metal screeching. Alarms stuttering to life. Gunfire above.

Then silence.

Calen turned back to Luna, jaw clenched.

"I’ll deal with him myself," he growled.

But even he knew.

It was already too late.

The devil wasn’t coming.

He was already here.

The silence grew thick. Like the air itself knew what was about to happen.

Calen grabbed the syringe off the table and stuffed it into his coat pocket. His men were shouting over the intercom—cut off. Cameras blinked static.

Another boom. Closer. The walls shook. Dust rained from the ceiling.

"Lock down Sublevel 3!" Calen barked into the comm on his wrist. "Route all backup to Corridor Sigma! Now!"

Static.

He stepped toward Luna, grabbed her by the chin roughly.

"You think he’s here for you? He’s here for the war."

Luna didn’t answer. She just smirked. That same calm, annoying little smirk.

Calen let go with a shove and stormed to the steel door, inputting the override. "Stay here. If he gets to this room, you’ll wish he hadn’t."

The door slammed behind him.

Three Levels Up – Corridor Sigma

The resistance soldiers stood armed to the teeth. Railguns. Shock blades. Aura-suppressant fog cannons. More than enough to kill an army.

But not him.

The lights flickered once.

Twice.

Then died.

Silence.

One soldier stepped forward, scanning thermal. "Nothing on scope."

Then the air shifted.

It pulled.

Like it was being sucked from the corridor itself.

FSSHHK—

A blur dropped behind the soldier. A whisper of shadow. A crimson flash.

His head fell before his body did.

Panic set in.

"OPEN FIRE!"

Too late.

Lucifer moved.

Like smoke on fire. One second he was in front of them, the next—behind, ripping a cannon in half and using it to impale its handler against the wall.

His eyes burned red. His coat whipped with every flash of movement.

He grabbed one soldier by the face, lifted him, and slammed him through the floor below—through it—creating a hole that bled red mist and crushed bones.

The suppressor field activated—but Lucifer didn’t slow.

He absorbed it.

The red aura around him twisted like living flame, sucking in the suppressant mist and turning it into crackling threads of crimson lightning that danced across his arms.

A blade sliced toward his back.

He caught it mid-air. Snapped it.

Slammed the attacker through a wall, then stepped on his chest and walked forward.

No words.

No hesitation.

Just carnage.

Sublevel 3 – Security Door

Calen stood with two of his elite guards. Suits reinforced with energy dampeners, mind shields, and kinetic force dampers.

He held the syringe in one hand, a remote detonator in the other.

"I said seal the damn corridor!"

The wall behind them groaned.

Metal warped inward.

BOOM.

A soldier flew through it like a ragdoll, hit the far wall, and didn’t move again.

The lights strobed red. Steam hissed from every corner. The door vibrated.

And then—

Silence.

No footsteps.

No sound.

Just the door sliding open... slowly.

And there he stood.

Lucifer Origin.

Eyes glowing like a dying sun. His coat scorched. Hands dripping with darkened blood. One of the aura-blades from earlier now formed into a jagged glaive of blood and shadow in his right hand.

He stepped in.

Calen froze. Even his elite guards didn’t move.

Lucifer looked straight at Luna. She was chained. Pale. Breathing, but only just.

That was enough.

Lucifer spoke only two words:

"Get out."

Luna blinked. "Wha—"

He didn’t say it again. Just raised his free hand and the shackles snapped off her like paper.

She stood slowly, eyes never leaving his.

Then she ran—past him, past Calen, not even looking back.

The door sealed behind her.

And Calen smiled.

"You came. You’re here. Good."

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