Vampire Progenitor System-Chapter 77: Three Tails

Lucifer’s coat rippled as he stepped forward, crimson runes crawling across his skin like living scars. The air shifted around him. Cold. Dense. Suffocating.

Then—he vanished.

BOOM!

One of the constructs—a twisted brute with arms like iron trees—exploded backward, a crater forming where its head used to be.

Lucifer appeared mid-air, twisting, and slammed his heel down into the second one’s spine. CRACK! Its body folded unnaturally. Before it hit the ground, Lucifer flicked his wrist—

SLASH!

A red arc cut clean through a third.

Mob blinked. "He’s not holding back anymore."

But it didn’t matter.

The moment the bodies hit the dirt—they began to melt. Shift. Heal.

Bones twisted back into place. Flesh reknit. Eyes regrew.

In seconds—they were whole.

Again.

Still grinning.

Still mocking.

Lucifer’s eyes twitched.

Another flurry of blows. Another round of destruction. He tore one apart with a punch that cracked reality for a second—but they just kept coming back. Always faster. Always stronger.

Their laughter was in his head now.

He grit his teeth.

Then—without warning—Lucifer turned his hand, drawing a sigil in the air with a single cut across his palm. Blood pooled mid-air, forming a twisting, red glyph that burned with unnatural light.

He hurled it at Remu.

The spell screamed through the sky like a banshee.

She didn’t even flinch.

With a wave of her hand, the blood spell shattered mid-air like glass.

Gone.

Lucifer’s eyes finally narrowed.

"...Fine."

He turned back to the others—battered, bloodied, barely upright.

And he did something none of them expected.

He raised both hands.

The sky dimmed. Blood vapor spiraled up from the ground beneath them, swirling into a dome that crackled with ancient energy. His voice echoed, guttural and arcane.

"Restora Cruorem."

A wave of vampiric magic surged across the battlefield.

Ken gasped as his cracked ribs mended instantly.

Angel’s shoulder snapped back into place, pain vanishing.

Temmy’s bruises faded, her spirit aura reigniting with sharp clarity.

Ruka’s eyes widened as the black blood stopped—his wounds sealing.

Ella staggered, clutching her chest—and then froze. She felt it. Felt the magic in her bones. Magic only the oldest of their kind should’ve been able to use.

She looked at Lucifer, stunned.

"...What the hell are you?"

He didn’t look back.

"Hold them off."

Then he was in the air.

Soaring toward Remu.

Straight into the eye of the storm.

She floated higher, watching him come. Her grin widened—manic, broken. She raised a single hand, the grimoire beside her glowing like a miniature sun.

The air cracked.

And then—

CLASH.

The sky exploded as they collided.

Down below, Mob cracked his neck.

"...Round two."

Angel growled, claws extended.

Temmy’s chains whipped to life again.

Ken was already charging.

Ruka’s flames surged, eyes glowing red.

Ella took her stance, still eyeing the sky—but saying nothing.

Francisca stepped forward last, her third tail flickering into existence.

The constructs turned toward them again—grinning.

Ella bared her fangs. "Let’s dance, freaks."

And the second round began.

Wilder.

Faster.

Louder.

And this time—they weren’t going down easy.

The constructs moved again—faster now, twisted limbs blurring as they launched themselves at the group.

But this time—

They didn’t fall.

Ken slammed shoulder-first into the brute that had tossed him earlier. It roared—and he roared back, slashing a claw across its chest and tearing through it.

Temmy danced between shadow tentacles, chains whipping with perfect precision. One lashed around a monster’s leg, the other yanked it off balance—and Ruka dropped in from above, fire spiraling around his arm as he punched straight through its skull.

BOOM!

Blood and black smoke exploded.

Mob took two of them alone, moving like a storm. His wings burst from his back, white and gold, casting light as divine magic lit up his fists. He ducked, weaved, struck—a blur of violence wrapped in discipline.

One creature grabbed his arm again.

Bad idea.

He snarled and ripped it apart with pure force, bones cracking like dry wood.

Angel and Ella worked in sync—one a beast, the other a blur.

Angel bit down on a writhing limb, holding it tight as Ella shot forward, fangs bared. Her blood hardened into a spear mid-flight, and she drove it into the monster’s throat.

Screaming.

Smoke.

Gone.

They were holding now. Holding.

But not winning.

The monsters always came back.

And then—Francisca stopped moving.

She was breathing hard. Her tails shimmered—two bright streams of energy.

The serpent-construct slithered in front of her, fangs gnashing, tail lashing like a blade.

She didn’t move.

Didn’t blink.

Something inside her shifted.

She remembered—

A cold night.

Small fire. Her mother’s arms wrapped around her. Voice soft. Calm.

"You don’t chase power, my little flame. It comes when you remember who you are."

"What if I forget?" she’d whispered.

Her mother had smiled.

"Then remember love. That always calls the tails."

Back on the battlefield, Francisca’s chest rose.

And she remembered.

The warmth.

The voice.

The love.

She screamed—but not in fear.

In release.

Foxfire burst from her like a tidal wave, blue and gold, searing across the battlefield. The serpent in front of her turned to strike—

But it was too late.

BOOM!!!

The flame hit it like a bomb.

It melted.

Gone.

Ash.

Francisca floated now—eyes glowing, hair whipping. A third tail shimmered behind her, solid, pulsing with power. Her aura was so bright it turned night into day for a second.

Ruka turned, wide-eyed. "She—"

"Three tails," Mob said, grinning through blood. "She’s ascended."

Francisca landed, barefoot on the scorched ground.

The air bent around her. The remaining monsters paused.

She looked up. Smiled.

"My turn."

And vanished in a streak of golden flame—

Straight into the next monster’s face.

The war had changed.

Meanwhile—while the kids were bleeding, burning, and clawing for their lives on the battlefield—a different kind of storm was brewing.

Far from the chaos, behind layered enchantments and obsidian walls, a meeting of the Heads was underway.

A/N

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