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Sancta Helena: Deck
"Why?" Alexander rasped, his voice raw with pain. He ignored the searing pain of his burns, his gaze fixed on the masked figure before him, the one who had slaughtered Lycans and vampires alike.
Lucian, the masked man, tilted his head, a flicker of apprehension in his eyes.
"You'll need to be more specific, old man," Lucian said, his voice a chillingly calm counterpoint to Alexander's raw fury. 'He's strong in this world,' he thought, a cautious gleam in his eyes as his muscles coiled, ready to strike.
"Why did you kill them all? Some were innocent!" Alexander roared, his voice echoing with rage. He knew what the masked man sought, the virus strain, that gives power that coursed through vampires, Lycans, and even Michael Corvin.
Now, Alexander was sure he was the target, the next person that the masked man planned to drain its blood. But it wasn't the threat that fueled his rage, it was the blatant cold-blooded disregard of the masked man to a person's life.
"Oh, you're saying some of the vampires and Lycans were innocent?" Lucian nodded, acknowledging this point.
"And?" he drawled, pulling his M6D pistol from his belt, the glint of metal reflecting the flickering flames.
"And?!" Alexander's voice cracked, his grip tightening around the hilt of his sword.
"What do you think the value of a life is?!"
"Ha! That's a good one, old man. Seems the saying about growing older making you more shameless is true." Lucian paused, his eyes fixed on Alexander, cold and dismissive, as if looking upon pathetic trash.
"No one can judge the value of a life to another," Lucian said, emotionless, his voice like ice. "Just like how the lives of your precious sons are more important to you than the innocent humans you swore to protect. Isn't that right?" he sneered.
"We both know you will let them kill whoever they want. You'll be the good little daddy who cleans up their mess," Lucian said as he walked to the side, both men circling each other. Alexander gritted his teeth, Lucian's words piercing him.
"You don't need to tell me life is important. I know that very well. But the truth is, like you, I'd kill hundreds, thousands, even millions if I had to, for my clan," Lucian said, his eyes flashing with fierce determination. "The only difference between us is I accept the sins I've committed, what kind of monster I am."
"Unlike you, who thinks he's doing something good. But in the end, you're just a good ol' daddy, wiping his sons' messes for centuries," Lucian spat, disdain and malice dripping from his words. He stopped walking, raised his pistol, aiming at Alexander.
"I was thinking about showing you some respect for your strength, but it seems you don't even deserve that, not when you won't accept what you truly are," Lucian said, pulling the trigger, unleashing a barrage of shots.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
Alexander's face hardened into a mask of bitter fury. The truth in Lucian's words is a truth that he couldn't escape from.
He couldn't kill Marcus and William. even knowing they were monsters. The thought twisted his gut, a sickening reminder of the burden he carried.
"Respect," Alexander muttered, his voice a low growl, as he dodged the first two bullets with reflexes honed by centuries of battle. He parried the third, the steel of his sword ringing as it deflected the bullet.
"I don't need respect from a monster like you either," With a furious cry, Alexander lunged forward, his sword was blurred silver flash as he sliced through the last bullet, his eyes blazing with a fury he hadn't felt in centuries.
Alexander's gaze locked onto Lucian, his eyes burning with a cold, steely determination. He was a hypocrite, he knew, but the thought of the vampires and Lycans not living in peace while this monster roamed free was unbearable.
He lunged forward, with a swift speed, driven by a fierce resolve to end this situation once and for all.
Lucian's eyes narrowed, a flicker of something unreadable crossing them. His grip on the pistol tightened, a subtle shift that betrayed a growing tension beneath his calm facade.
He was close, so close to achieving his goal. With a chillingly casual gesture, Lucian pulled the trigger again, emptying his pistol.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
The echoes of the gunshots reverberated across the deck, a grim symphony of their clash. Two men, driven by different purposes, different goals, yet united by a shared selfishness - that they both will do everything it takes for their family.
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Sancta Helena: Interior
"Sir! Sir, wake up! We're under attack!" One of the cleaners, his face etched with worry, shook Samuel's shoulder urgently.
The ship's interior echoed with the cacophony of shouts and gunshots.
Samuel groaned, wincing as he forced his eyes open. Disoriented and groggy, he pushed himself up from the floor, a throbbing pain in his neck.
"What happened?" he asked, his voice thick with confusion.
"We're under attack, sir. The command room thinks it's the same group that hit the coven last time," the cleaner said, his eyes scanning the dimly lit corridor for any sign of the enemy.
Samuel's brow furrowed as a wave of fragmented memories washed over him. His eyes widened in alarm as he tried to force open the door to Alexander's office, only to find it jammed.
"Sir, everything inside is already on fire," the cleaner said, pulling Samuel away from the door.
"And Alexander? Where is he?" Samuel's voice was edged with concern.
"He's fine, sir. We got a report that he's fighting on the deck," the cleaner said, handing Samuel a rifle.
"What do we do now?"
"Regroup," Samuel accepted the rifle, his mind churning with a mixture of fear and determination.
"We can't separate. We need to support Alexander." Samuel replayed the altered memories he'd been given, the visions of defeating the masked figure, either alone or with his team. Those memories, he realized, had been crafted for him as a convincing illusion to bolster his confidence.
He'd have to rely on more than just those fabricated memories to win this fight.
"Contact anyone still alive, let's regroup in the control room," Samuel ordered, his voice laced with newfound confidence. He turned and led his men down the corridor.
The cleaner pressed his earpiece.
"Anyone still inside the ship, the commander wants us to regroup in the control room." He repeated the order, his voice slow and deliberate, wanting to ensure it reached every corner of the ship. His steps faltered as he reached the end of the corridor, the air thick with tension.
"What's wrong?" he asked the cleaner beside him, a knot of unease contracted in his stomach.
The other cleaner didn't answer. He raised his rifle, joining the others who had already fallen into a defensive stance.
Samuel was at the forefront, his gaze fixed on the shadows at the end of the corridor.
"We both knew what you guys did last time won't happen this time," Samuel warned, his voice low and firm. He aimed his rifle at the masked figure standing in the shadows, katana gleaming.
"I'll offer you and your partners a chance to surrender."
Raizo, the masked figure, showed no emotions under the mask his voice was a cold whisper.
"You guys should've escaped." Raizo drew his pistol and, with deadly precision, fired a shot that shattered the lights of the corridor, plunging them into darkness.
"FIRE!" Samuel roared as soon as Raizo drew his pistol, he and his men opened fire, the deafening bursts of gunfire echoing in the now-silent corridor.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
The only light in the ship's corridor was the blinding flash of gunfire, the darkness punctuated by the flickering orange bursts of their weapons.
"Stop!" Samuel shouted, his brow furrowed as he realized that the masked figure, who had been standing directly in front of him, had vanished.
"Lights!" Samuel demanded, needing any kind of visual assistance to confirm the situation upfront.
"Sir, we didn't have time to prepare for the attack," one of the cleaners whispered, his voice trembling.
"I think he should be dead," one of the cleaners behind Samuel said, voicing the doubts that lingered in their minds.
"We need to make sure," Samuel said, his voice resolute. He took a step forward, his men following, their rifles aimed at the front ready to shoot. "Stay alert."
As Samuel and the cleaners walk towards the other end of the corridor, Raizo already appears silently behind them, as he walked silently behind the last cleaner at the end as his katana plunged through the cleaner's nape, a silent whisper of steel tearing through flesh.
Raizo withdrew the katana in a single, swift grace, his hand pressing over the cleaner's mouth to stifle the dying man's gasp. Then, he gently lowered the body to the floor, a silent, chilling testament to his lethal efficiency.
The cleaner at the end of the line frowned, noticing the foot steps beside him suddenly vanishing. He turned to take a look, his eyes widening in alarm as a katana stabbed through his lower jaw, silencing his scream before it even began. With a flick of his wrist, Raizo pushed the cleaner's rifle forward, preventing him from accidentally pulling the trigger.
Then Raizo pulled back the katana, a crimson trickle staining the floor as he gently lowered the cleaner's body to the floor, his hand briefly resting on the man's back.
Raizo's eyes, gleaming with predatory hunger, swept across the four cleaners and Samuel. He moved with a chilling grace, a silent blur as he stalked behind the closest cleaner. With a swift arc, his katana sliced through the man's neck, severing the head in a single strike. The head rolled to the floor, showing Raizo's deadly efficiency.
As the severed head hit the ground, Raizo grabbed the cleaner's rifle, pulling the trigger with unerring speed. The bullet slammed into the chest of the cleaner in front of him.
The cleaner beside him reacted instantly, his weapon snapping up to target the masked figure. But Raizo with his uncanny agility, crouched down dodging the bullets, then slashing upward with his katana in a deadly arc.
"Ahhh!" The cleaner's arms were severed, his weapon clattering to the floor as he screamed in agony.
The last cleaner and Samuel whirled around, the cleaner firing wildly at Raizo in a panic. His bullet found its mark, striking the cleaner beside Raizo, sending the man crashing to the floor. Raizo, a phantom of death, leaped and spun, his movement seemingly effortless as he narrowly dodged the remaining bullets, each bullets missed him, as he landed on the ground dissapearing to the darkness.
"Where is he?!" the last cleaner screamed, as he searched frantically, his eyes bulging in terror, as if they would pop from their sockets.
"Back to back, now!" Samuel yelled, turning to face the unknown threat. But before the cleaner could follow orders, Raizo materialized from the shadows in front of Samuel. Samuel whipped around, his eyes widening in horror as he felt the searing pain of the katana piercing his stomach.
Raizo withdrew his blade, the sound of metal scraping against flesh echoing in the confined space.
Samuel crumpled to his knees, his face contorted in agony. Raizo, with a chilling calm, walked toward the last remaining cleaner.
"W-what?!" the cleaner stammered, firing his gun in a desperate attempt to defend himself.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Raizo dodged to the side, the bullets ripping through the air, then Raizo grabbed the Cleaner's rifle and forced it upward, making the bullets hit the ceiling.
In one single stroke, he swung his katana, slicing across the Cleaner's throat with precision. A small but deadly wound appeared, and the Cleaner dropped lifelessly to the floor.
Samuel, leaning against the wall, holding his stomach, coughing up blood, His gaze, filled with bitter resentment, fixed on Raizo's back as he whispered, "Where did I even find the courage to face them?" He closed his eyes, succumbing to despair and his wounds, dying in silence.
Raizo just glanced at Samuel, before pressing the of his mask, "You handle the control room. I'll make sure no one escapes from inside," he said, his voice devoid of emotion.
The echoes of his footsteps faded into the darkness as he vanished, leaving behind a chilling silence.
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END OF CHAPTER
Extra Chapter for 200 Power Stones
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UPCOMING CHAPTERS SPOILERS:
Chapter 90: Sancta Helena Part 4, Chapter 91: Sancta Helena Last Part, Chapter 92: Going Back, Chapter 93: Meeting Part 1, Chapter 94: Meeting Part 2, Chapter 95: Suspicion s, Chapter 96: The Deal, Chapter 97: Sexual Tension, Chapter 98: Resigning & Joining, Chapter 99: Arrivals, Chapter 100: Introduction, Chapter 101: Information, Chapter 102: Temptations, Chapter 103: A intense bath R18, Chapter 104: Wryness R18, Chapter 105: Mitsuki's Powers, Chapter 106: Getting Ready, Chapter 107: Getting Ready(2), Chapter 108: Corvinus Castle, Chapter 109: Corvinus Castle, Chapter 110: A Hybrids Fall, Chapter 111: I told you so, Chapter 112: It's You, Chapter 113: Continuation, Chapter 114: William's Prison, Chapter 115: William's Prison(2), Chapter 116: William's Prison(3), Chapter 117: Death of the Twins, Chapter 118: I Fucking Knew It, Chapter 119: I Fucking Knew It(2)
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