Vampire Progenitor System
Chapter 135: I want you to live

Chapter 135: I want you to live

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Sublevel 3 – The Devil and the Hypocrite

The steel door sealed shut behind Luna with a soft hiss. Calen didn’t move. Not yet. He stood between his two elite guards, still smiling.

Across the blood-soaked floor, Lucifer Origin walked forward—slow and quiet. Every step echoed like a drumbeat. The glaive in his hand pulsed with blood magic, a jagged construct of shadow and rage, screaming without sound.

"You look tired," Calen said, voice steady.

Lucifer didn’t answer.

"You know, I’ve been waiting for this moment."

Still nothing.

Calen’s fingers danced subtly behind his back, pressing the hidden button on his glove.

Click.

The floor beneath Lucifer shifted. Tiny gas valves opened silently across the corridor.

A hiss.

Then came the mist—red, glimmering, faint as smoke but laced with the neurotoxin he’d spent months perfecting. A chemical storm designed to shut down vampire aura networks. Paralyze their core. Cripple their ability to heal or move.

Calen waited.

Lucifer kept walking.

"Stop," Calen said.

Lucifer didn’t.

The mist clung to his coat, swirled around his arms, crawled into his mouth, his nostrils, his skin.

But he didn’t slow.

Didn’t even blink.

"I said STOP!"

Lucifer did.

He looked down at the red mist—then raised one hand.

Fwoom.

With a twist of his fingers, the aura around him ignited in reverse—sucking the mist inward like a whirlpool. The red vapor spiraled into him and burned away in crimson fire. The ground beneath him cracked.

Calen’s eyes widened.

"That was supposed to work."

Lucifer’s eyes flared.

"It didn’t."

He moved.

In one second, he closed the gap. The first elite guard barely had time to blink before Lucifer’s glaive whipped out—clean horizontal slash.

His head dropped sideways, cleaved with surgical force. A burst of dark blood splattered the wall.

The second guard activated his kinetic shield, pushing forward with a warhammer powered by condensed spiritual matter. He brought it down like thunder.

Lucifer sidestepped once.

The hammer hit the floor—BOOM—a crater formed. Dust shot up.

Lucifer stabbed his glaive down at an angle, the blade digging into the man’s ankle, twisting, locking.

Then he twisted his arm.

Crack.

The bone shattered.

The guard screamed. Lucifer yanked upward, pulling the glaive into the man’s gut and out his back.

Blood sprayed.

Lucifer shoved him off with his foot, letting the body slide across the concrete.

Silence followed.

Calen stood alone now. Face pale. But still holding the syringe.

"You think I didn’t prepare?" he shouted, trying to sound confident. "I studied you! You think you’re a god, but you’re still a creature with weaknesses!"

He lunged.

The syringe came fast—straight into Lucifer’s chest.

Thunk.

It sank in.

Lucifer looked down at it, the needle buried just over his heart. His coat parted slightly, fabric hissing from the chemical reaction.

Calen backed off fast, panting. "There. Right in your central aura node. It should’ve dropped you!"

Lucifer plucked the syringe out casually. Examined it. Crushed it between two fingers.

Then looked at Calen.

"I don’t have a central node."

The room shook from the force of his voice alone.

"That’s the mistake you humans make," he said, walking forward again, slow and brutal. "You keep thinking we’re still bound by the old rules. That if you stab the right place, inject the right drug, everything will collapse."

He was in front of Calen now.

"Try again."

Lucifer grabbed him by the throat—lifted him up, slammed him into the wall hard enough to crack it. Calen choked, kicking, eyes bulging.

Lucifer’s voice was cold.

"Do you know what I hate more than Resistance soldiers?"

He slammed Calen again.

"Hypocrites."

He dropped him. Calen collapsed, coughing, gasping. Lucifer turned away, pacing like a predator, then turned back fast and kicked him across the room.

Calen bounced against a crate, coughed blood, then tried to reach for another weapon from his coat.

Lucifer was already on him. He stomped on his arm—crack—snapped it backward.

Calen screamed.

"You’re human," Lucifer said, crouching. "But instead of protecting your kind, you turned them into fuel. You threw them into cages. You fed children into experiments."

He grabbed Calen’s face and shoved it into the blood pooling on the floor from the guards.

"This is what you made."

He let go, stood, and kicked him again—into the steel table. The metal bent under the impact. Calen groaned.

"I’ve met witches who never raised a hand unless threatened. Vampires who starved themselves to avoid feeding on the innocent. Kitsunes who gave up their tails to protect humans."

Lucifer’s eyes narrowed.

"And I’ve seen you butcher them all."

He walked toward the crate where Calen had kept the toxin samples. With a flick of his hand, the entire box burst into flames.

"Do you want to wipe us off the earth? Fine. Make your case. Fight your war."

He turned back to Calen, who was bleeding heavily now—face cracked, arm broken, coughing blood.

"But don’t pretend you’re doing it for humanity."

Lucifer lifted him again.

"You’re doing it because it makes you feel big."

He smashed Calen’s face into the wall once.

"Because you lost something and needed something else to blame."

Twice.

"Because the truth is... you want to be a monster."

A third slam. Blood smeared the concrete.

Lucifer dropped him again.

Calen didn’t move much now.

"You don’t get to wear righteousness like armor when all you’ve ever done is slaughter the weak," Lucifer said.

He turned, heading toward the door.

Calen coughed, barely lifting his head. "Go ahead... kill me..."

Lucifer stopped.

Then turned back, walking over to him slowly.

"No."

He crouched down.

"I want you to live."

Calen blinked weakly.

"I want you to live long enough to see everything you built burn," Lucifer said, voice like iron. "To see the world remember your name—not as a savior. Not as a hero."

He leaned close.

"But as a coward."

Lucifer stood again. The aura around him began to fade, returning to a calm, steady hum.

"You built this war. Now you’ll die in its ashes."

He walked to the wall, placed his palm on the steel, and whispered something in an ancient tongue. The steel shimmered—and began to seal itself behind him as he stepped through.

Calen lay on the floor, broken. Bleeding.

Alone.

Outside – The World Burns

The corridor was still lit in emergency red. As Lucifer emerged, Luna stood waiting at the far end—breathing hard, eyes wide.

"Is he..." she asked.

Lucifer didn’t answer.

She didn’t push.

They walked side by side now, silence between them. Not awkward.

Heavy.

Real.

Lucifer didn’t look back.

He didn’t need to.