Vampire: World of Blood

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"Now, Nem-Nem, ponder deeply and carefully. Which clan wouldn’t want him? We’re talking about a vampire capable of eliminating every clan’s vulnerability. The Nosferatu clan, in particular; my point is Nem-Nem; not even Eos, with his law and axiom manipulation, could lift the curse; nonetheless, Merciless Body does not see curses and intangible forces as conceptual or absolute. To his body, everything that is damaging to his health, including things that are conceptual in nature, is addressed as if they were diseases. This means that Merciless Ichor transcends aspects in their entirety; this is the true power of his adaptability and evolutionary modifications."

"To conclude what Merciless is, he is basically what the eighth progenitor Vlada aspired to be: the perfect vampire, the lord of blood above the sun, the white child. In this instance, Merciless can be called the Golden Child, a being that transcends vampirism without the assistance of outside forces. Merciless, unlike the eighth progenitor, was born flawless due to his Ichor and has the ability to overcome weakness. Heheh, I can’t wait to rub this in her face; her reaction will satisfy my cruel needs to ruin the dreams of others... heheh."

"Hmmm... great, absolutely amazing indeed; our prince is truly magnificent, my king. Our voyage into clan Cucala and Merlina will be legendary, so much so that it will be a battle for the history books, of course, as soon as the prince cells find a way to deal with Cu’s poison. Just you wait, Cu Chulainn, you ungrateful rouge. Just you wait!! Hehehe... I still haven’t forgotten how he slayed Ilernia, the previous third overlord, and made her the core of his power while wounding me, the fifth. I can’t let her death go to waste; I don’t care if Skadi wants to kill him herself and put an end to the clan; no one is going to stop me from taking my revenge."

"Then there’s that bitch Merlin... may God bless her soul; oh wait, that’s right, she doesn’t have one; but either way, the last time I spoke with Fay about her, literal shivers went down my spine. She may be the weakest of the Grand Elders, but she has such a brilliant mind that I am terrified of what she can do when motivated. Because, oh, men, what she indicated to me what she was going to do to her is rather screwed up; it’s so simple yet it’s a terrifying fate. Being forever locked in irrelevant space would be a far better destiny than what she has planned for Merlin."

"Ahahah, just thinking about how we will deal with those damn traitors is making me quite wet!! Say, my king, can we do the futa play to celebrate?"

"Hmm, not a bad idea, you want to be on the receiving end, or would you prefer to be on top, male or female?"

"Ohhh, you spoil me too much, my king. Hmm, it’s been a while since I tried either. Can we do both? It has been a while since I had my way with your female form, and then there is your male form, so handsome, so strong, soooo forceful!!"

"Hehehe... you are as perverted as I remember you to be, but you know shota meat and loli meat aren’t too bad either."

"That is a really enticing offer, I will not lie; being used as a toy to satisfy your desires is a great honor. However, we must do that off-screen, because Webnovel will cancel the author if she writes that."

"Ha, I assumed the author was a man... hmmm... how strange, but I think the author can be anything he or she wants to be, but you are correct, getting canceled is a huge no-no for us; we need him or her, whatever it is, I suppose. *cough!*, *cough!*, so let’s stop breaching the fourth wall now, shall we?"

"But anyways, Nem-Nem, we can try whatever play you want after we get you cured up, ok?!"

"Agh... I cannot wait to peg your female form and be pegged as well... Futa is hot as fuck."

"Hehe, we think alike in that regard; but I must admit fairussy is an exotic experience, I still can’t forget the first time I fuck you. But then and again, maybe we should bring Loki into the fun. I missed his big dick and tight vaginal walls; the last time I fucked him was when the both of us became horses."

"Ohhh, horseplay ha, hmm, never tried bestiality before, is it good?"

"Try it for yourself when you have time; it’s quite the ride, especially if you are a female. For me, I’ve undoubtedly had the pleasure of being both a man and a woman at the same time for innumerable species, creatures, and aliens alike; sex as a succubus, as a giant, as a chicken, as a frog—you named it, I have done it; the only thing I most likely haven’t fucked yet is a ghost, and maybe those so-called spawns, I don’t know much about them, but I have always wanted to fuck or be fucked by one, heheh."

"Interesting, but I’m curious: why choose a masculine form this time around if you don’t mind me asking? And a child-like one at that? You usually choose female forms, so why a child?

"Well, I guess this form is an atonement of sorts, a cruel reminder, as I like to call it, because, believe it or not, this is how my first son would have looked if I hadn’t killed him."

When Nem-Nem heard this, she opened her eyes in surprise and remorse, apologized to Michelle, and stated.

"Agh, I see. I’m sorry I asked; I had no idea. I didn’t even know you had a son in my absence."

"Oh, Nem-Nem, don’t worry about it; I’m mostly over it, to be honest. Merciless is a descendant of the first woman that I truly fell in love with for the first time. And I won’t lie, he has a strong resemblance to her as well; in fact, that woman, Substance, is what I think my kilde calls her. She is an exact replica of her, minus the drills, of course, but the face is a spitting image. Heheh! In some ways, Merciless represents my remorse for something over which I had no control, which is why I have such a soft spot for him. But thank you for worrying about me. Although I believe you should go back to sleep now. You’re tough, and you clearly hide it well, but I know you’re in great agony from Cu’s blood."

"Well, I suppose you are correct in that sense; it’s been a very short time, but the time I got to talk to you, I enjoyed very much. But you are right; every single second, the pain multiplies tenfold, but at the end of the day, it is only pain; as long as it does not kill me, I could care less about the suffering. The only reason I’m alive is because I have a strong tolerance for poison-based abilities, plus I’m being preserved by your power, but you’re right; I still need to rest. So take care, for now, my king, and send my compliments to the little prince."

Nimuë smiled at Michelle as she drifted towards him and kissed his upper lip. Even though it was only a tiny peck, Michelle appreciated it very much. From there, Nimuë vanished from existence, and she slowly turned into crimson particles that began to drop to the ground and sank into Michelle’s shadow, where she fell into a deep sleep once more, a sleep that freed her from the pain of her poisoned body.

At that moment, only Michelle remained inside Anastasia’s conceptual realm. Surprisingly, it was one of the most serene and lovely ones he had ever witnessed with his own eyes.

"So you are the Kali of this generation?" You don’t look like her, but you have similar aesthetics, and I find it weird that a basic orc inherited her will, or better yet, she gave you the power to one day take over your body. You’re lucky, orc thing, that I spotted her inside of you the instant I saw you, or else your ass would have been grass after you reached your maximum potential; you are now free from her reign, and you even take her power as your own. Fate sure loves you, child, despite what you might think you are extremely blessed. But still, how desperate must Kali have been to attempt to resurrect herself that she chose you, an orc, as her new vessel of all things?"

"It still doesn’t make sense to me how she could still be alive; Laplace was supposed to eliminate creatures with and without conceptual information. Even Brunhilde would die the instant her heart was pierced by Laplace, as Laplace was meant to directly bypass omnipresent beings by creating information within them and deleting said information to completely erase them. The woman should have died that day without fault, and hell, resurrection should be impossible; why is she still alive? No! How come she is still alive? Who in the world is "The Oldest Memory Alive," anyway?"

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"*sigh*, either way... I need to look into this more. For example, who is the entity tied to this child? The blessings on her are strange; I can examine them and understand what they do, but they provide no information about the caster at all. Hell, she even has a strange resurrection blessing, which means that if she dies, time will reset a full day before she does. "It’s as if this Echidna woman doesn’t want you to die at all despite your memories of her being kind of cold most of the time, this woman does love you like a mother would their daughter."

"You even have a strange blessing of spirit affinity, in addition to the blessing of curiosity, which helps you to remember everything you read without fail. Eos above, you are full of blessings, and the worst thing is that I can’t remove any of them. You even have a blessing that allows fate to operate in your favor; you may basically wish for anything, and it will come true via random scenarios. Hell, now that I think about it, are you the reason the goblins broke the eternal covenant? Did your hatred for your people drive me there to destroy them? Did Murphy get interested in you because of your quest for unrivaled power, leading you to meet Merciless, who made you his Kilde? Oh god, you are the reason for everything that is going on right now; should I kill you? You are too much of a threat to have around my Merciless, but the point is, how can I kill something that is being protected by someone even greater in power than myself?"

Michelle questioned himself since this was the first time he had encountered such an incredible inferior creature. It perplexed him, and Michelle pondered deeply to himself in that moment. Could he perhaps use this orc to guard Merciles when he was unable to? With that in mind, a cruel grin came on his face as he stretched towards his shadow. It began to ripple like water as his hands grabbed something from within the endless space that his shadow had, revealing a blood-red box inside.

"I originally intended to use this against Eos; when the time came, I planned to kill him. However, since I found out just how strong you are, I want to use this on you instead. If I hadn’t killed Eos, this thing would have temporarily bound me to him, granting me complete control of his body, and I would have killed myself alongside him if the thorn failed, of course. This would only work for a short time on someone as powerful as Eos, but because you are weaker than him, it will have a lifelong effect on you."

"But you, my beloved Ana, will now gain the right to be treated as a direct lineage to the Elderbloods name. Albeit just in status, because once this is merged with you, you will be as vital to me as Merciless is to me."

Michelle remarked on this as he proceeded to open the arcane box. And what emerged from the box was a black needle with a blood-like thread floating in the air.

"The Needle of Origin is an item made by me using Ichormancy. This needle has the capacity to connect two origins, making them one and the same. So much so that when the two origins are sown together, they will share the same fate, becoming one—so much so that it is greater than merely being conceptually tied. In summary, this object generated such a powerful bond that it physically fuses ideas, and principles together, but two things from two sides are required to make the fusion happen."

"For you, little Ana, I have your conceptual realm, therefore, this is the safest spot to merge something belonging to Merciless with. But the only thing I have from Merciless is this, which I have no need for, but it’s heartbreaking to think he was so damaged. Heheh, another reminder of how terribly I failed the Morgans."

Michelle exclaimed as he summoned a disgusting, menacing, and equally oppressing pitch-black fireball of negativity, causing the conceptual realm to shudder in dread at how much hatred one object could contain. And this flame was none other than Merciless soul itself, which Michelle had taken from Mercy after he made him into a vampire.

"I must say that in all my years, I have seen and taken many negative souls, but I have never seen one so tainted. His spirits contain so much anger that it physically alters reality and bends space and time around it whenever I manifest it. At this point, this is more of a black hole than a soul; how much pain must you have endured in your life, my beloved Kilde?"

The trouble is that if I fuse this with your conceptual plane, young Ana, your sense of self will be warped to the point that you will be just as messed up in the head as Merciless.

"Oh well, the good news is that the only way to truly kill Merciless, or you to be precise, is that the both of you need to die at the same exact time quite literally, meaning as long as you exist, Merciless can respawn from nothing at all indefinitely, and vice versa."

"Even erasing him from the sea of ideology won’t kill him, as the idea of Merciless will simply respawn. The same is true for you, young Ana; you are his life source, just as he is now your life source."

"Now then, let us begin."

Michelle began to make Merciless Soul and Anastasia’s conceptual plane fuse as one by permanently sewing the two of them together with "The Needle of Origin," and the moment he did that. The entire conceptual environment began to shift. The trees began to wither, resembling dead trees, while the grass below turned full crimson, like blood. The lovely creature transforms into an eldritch-like beast with morbid tendencies; the sky and clouds turn crimson, and the sun transforms into a gigantic red eye, spawning a plethora of demonic-looking eyes that spread over the entire realm.

The air was not fresh; rather, it was poisoned, and the sound of the wind was like a wave of tormenting whispers that constantly targeted the mind of anyone who did not belong in this place. As of today, Anastasia’s entire conceptual realm has been corrupted by Merciless Soul to the point where the realm has become a living place of complete madness, with the ground and trees moving in a morbid fashion as if they were breathing. The trees themselves began to bleed since their wooden frame was made of semi-rotten flesh, instead of wood.

When Michelle saw this, he smiled, pleased with his work, as he said to himself.

"And with that, my duty here is complete; all I need to do now is reveal Merciless identity to his colleagues, and I will give Hector back his body. As for you, Kali, for the time being, rest in my shadow; I will turn you into a magnificent weapon fit for my Kilde hands."

With those last words said, Michelle began to leave Anatasia’s conceptual realm and go back to the world of the living.