Vampire Progenitor System
Chapter 143: Fighting The Ghouls 2

Chapter 143: Fighting The Ghouls 2

The ghouls charged first.

Their screeches filled the chamber like razors slicing metal. Dozens of bodies—bent, deformed, fused with scraps of bone and old flesh—launched forward as one. Fangs glistened. Claws scraped the floor with sparks. Their hunger wasn’t wild—it was focused. Directed. Controlled.

Lucifer didn’t blink.

His coat fluttered as his eyes glowed red—faintly at first, then brighter, deeper, like blood boiling behind glass. He didn’t move until the first ghoul came within a foot of him.

Then he vanished.

A blur. A whisper of air displacement.

The ghoul’s head snapped sideways—ripped clean off in a blur of motion before the rest of its body even hit the ground.

Lucifer reappeared five meters back, standing between two more ghouls. His right arm dripped black-red blood that wasn’t his. His fingers opened and closed once—loose, relaxed, like warming up before a real fight.

The two ghouls lunged.

Lucifer twisted.

He stepped between them, faster than thought. A simple pirouette. His arm moved in a clean arc—

Slice.

Both creatures dropped. Their torsos slid in opposite directions, separated from their legs.

The chamber erupted with howls.

Ghouls began climbing the walls, swarming from the ceiling, crashing through pipes. A dozen came at once, claws extended, mouths open like broken machinery.

Lucifer exhaled—and stomped once.

A shockwave rippled from his foot.

Blood-red sigils lit beneath the surface—old vampire glyphs embedded in his boots. The nearest five ghouls shattered mid-leap, torn apart by pure kinetic pressure.

Still more kept coming.

Lucifer leaned into a crouch and dashed forward, coat snapping behind him like wings of smoke. He darted under one swipe, flipped over a charging beast, grabbed it midair and slammed it into the wall with a bone-crunching roar.

The wall cracked.

The ghoul didn’t move again.

Lucifer spun, ducked, and caught another ghoul by the jaw. With one sharp twist, he tore the jaw clean off and shoved it down the creature’s throat.

"You’re not even worth the blood it took to raise you."

He tossed it aside like garbage.

Another wave came.

Ten at once.

Lucifer raised one hand. His fingers clenched—and blood exploded from the air.

Not his.

The dried blood on the walls, the old stains, the blood from the bodies earlier—they responded.

They moved.

They obeyed.

Streams of dark crimson coiled around his arm like serpents, forming a long spear—no, a scythe, jagged and dripping.

Lucifer spun it once, then let it fly.

The weapon danced.

Through ribs. Through skulls. Through necks.

It cut through six ghouls before curving midair and returning to his hand like a loyal dog.

The other four attacked in the moment of distraction—

But it was a mistake.

Lucifer crouched low. His eyes flashed.

Shadow split from his feet.

It wasn’t darkness.

It was hunger.

A radius of pure absence exploded out in a five-meter circle, devouring light, heat, and motion. The ghouls inside stopped.

Then screamed.

Their flesh began to dissolve. Their limbs melted like wax exposed to hellfire. Their bones split from inside.

When it ended, there was only silence.

Ash.

Lucifer stood at the center. Not a drop of blood on him. Just steam rising from his shoulders.

Malakov was watching, still leaning on the upper railing.

For a second, he said nothing.

Then he clapped. Slow. Mocking.

"Well done," he called out. "So much elegance in destruction. You really are the perfect hybrid. Blood and shadow. Precision and rage."

Lucifer looked up, breathing steady.

"You think this proves something?" he said.

Malakov smirked. "Of course it does. I didn’t expect you to fall here, Lucifer. This is just a stress test. I wanted to see what you could do under pressure."

He held up the Crimson Grimoire again.

"And now that I’ve seen it..."

He opened the book.

Lucifer’s eyes narrowed.

A wave pulsed through the chamber.

This time, the floor cracked. Pipes burst. The remaining corpses—ghouls that had died minutes ago—shuddered.

Then rose again.

But wrong.

Flesh melted and reformed. Bones wrapped in wire. Metal fused to muscle. Their eyes glowed—not red, not gold—but spiraled white.

Malakov’s voice echoed like a sermon.

"You see, I don’t just revive monsters. I improve them."

The beasts charged.

Faster.

Smarter.

Deadlier.

Lucifer rushed in to meet them.

The first struck.

Lucifer blocked—barely. The force sent him skidding back, boots scraping the concrete.

The second came from behind. He twisted—caught its claws and bent its arm until the bone popped. Then used the limb to block the third’s mouth, forcing it to bite its own ally’s flesh.

Two more flanked him from the sides.

Lucifer dug deep now.

His eyes pulsed.

Blood magic surged.

A barrier flared around him—crimson and black, rotating like a living halo. The next ghoul’s claws hit it and sizzled away into nothing. Lucifer lunged through the shield and tore the creature apart with bare hands, one limb at a time.

The last two adapted.

They began leaping from wall to wall, using three-dimensional angles, flanking from blind spots.

Lucifer snapped his fingers.

The air behind him twisted.

Clones.

Blood-born shadows of himself emerged—three of them, each armed with jagged spears.

They intercepted mid-air, crashing into the creatures with vicious strikes. Blood splashed across the ceiling.

Malakov’s smile faded.

He closed the Grimoire slowly. "You really are something else..."

Lucifer turned slowly, breathing heavy now—but not tired.

Focused.

"You don’t get it, Malakov."

The ground began to shake.

Sparks from his boots.

His shadow stretched unnaturally.

He looked up at Malakov.

"I’m not your test subject."

His voice darkened.

"I’m your executioner."

A burst of red light exploded around him.

Every sigil in his body lit at once.

The air turned electric.

And Lucifer began walking—toward the platform.

Through fire.

Through dust.

Through the ash of every ghoul he’d just erased.

Malakov took a step back.

Lucifer’s words followed, cold and final:

"You brought me here to witness your evolution."

His eyes blazed brighter now.

"Let me show you the price."

A/N

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