Vampire: World of Blood

Lucy glanced at Merciless.

It wasn't easy to impress her, much less truly affect her, but there was something about him and his offer that she couldn't ignore.

Deep down, she just wanted to become a Spawn. Her mother and grandmother had both been Spawns, though only Lesser and Greater Spawns at level 2. They had always urged her to break that cycle, to strive for more, and to become an Outer Spawn.

Although the chances of that were close to zero.

They had explained the exam to her, describing the opportunities it provided to rise among the very elite of vampire society. Within those upper echelons was a secret sect among the Saquat vampires who had already become Spawns and managed to escape the King's influence by doing so.

They were known as the Anarchs, vampires who openly or covertly rejected the rigid norms of their society.

The Anarchs were led by none other than the first Saquat herself, Vlada Tepes. Known to many by the mythic title of "Vlad the Impaler" or "Dracula," the truth was that she was no man but a woman of legendary power and cunning. As the leader of the Anarchs, Vlada Tepes was arguably the strongest Spawn outside the House of Ghal, even though she remained a Lesser Spawn.

On the more clandestine side, there was another sect to this society; if Anarchs were against the king, these guys were with him.

Vampires who the King knew to be Spawns were referred to as Invictus vampires who escape the king, unconquerable by blood but loyal nonetheless; as such, despite being Spawns, they follow vampire rules and uphold ancient tradition.

This wasn't common knowledge, not even among some of the ancient vampires, but those Invictus were the King's elite forces, individuals with their own independence free from his blood that he kept close for his own purposes.

Despite the King's numerous cruelties toward his own kind, he was said to be largely indifferent to the vampire race as a whole.

In fact, there were rumors swirling that the King had created other, far stronger races, beings more powerful than even the likes of vampires. Even though vampires were his first creation, to him, they were nothing more than relics, ancient pets from a bygone era that still exist today.

There was no concrete evidence to support the rumors, but given the Spawn's innate ability to create and dominate entire races, often becoming their monarchs or matriarchs, the idea wasn't entirely implausible.

Still, something felt... off.

Looking at him, Lucy began to think to herself.

'Honestly, the corruption he's giving off... It's not normal. Even for a Spawn, isn't this a bit... too much?'

Merciless wasn't a Spawn yet; Lucy was sure of that. But there was something about him that didn't add up.

His presence felt far more oppressive, thicker, and more overwhelming than it should have been. It reminded her of her mother, a Lesser Spawn, but Merciless was more. It was as though he was standing on the verge of a natural transformation, edging closer to becoming a true Spawn without the usual steps.

The idea baffled her and sent a chill through her thoughts.

Lucy's ichor gave her a unique connection to matter, letting her sense and understand the very building blocks of reality. She could analyze the composition of almost anything, atoms, genetics, even the subtle forces that held them together. But with Merciless, things were different.

And that's when it hit her.

The very structure of his being twisted in ways that made her skin crawl. His cells were alive, but not in the way any living thing should be. They bulged and rippled, the edges shifting unnaturally, like they were trying to stretch out of their own boundaries.

Some cells seemed to split and merge, warping into shapes that had no place in nature. Others flickered in and out of existence, like they were caught between two worlds of should I hide or should I not? Meanwhile, others were shapeshifting, breathing fire, controlling laws around them, radiating radiation, manipulating reality in their scope, eating others, mimicking others, and many more things, but one thing they all had in common was that each of them was endlessly evolving, slowly becoming stronger than they were a second ago.

So much so, it was too much to even name or call out. She could feel her own cells revolt in response to his own cells, as if they were instinctively recoiling from the sheer wrongness of his being, weird enough that her cells seem to despise Merciless for some reason, or rather they were afraid.

But cells alone, his genetic make-up was just as fuck up.

His genetic makeup wasn't the predictable helix she was familiar with, either. The strands twisted like serpents, but not in graceful spirals, in sharp, jagged angles that cut against the natural flow of biology.

Faint, flickering light shimmered around them, almost like they were made of something less tangible, something that refused to obey the simple laws of reality. As if his very essence was still being written over and over, shifting and growing in unpredictable ways.

Looking at him from here, Lucy inwardly smiled as she began to wonder.

'I wonder if Merciless can traverse the Micro realm like I can; with a body like that, he should be able to do it like I can... it was there that my master taught me how to better my shapeshifting capabilities.'

Said Lucy, as she began to think, it would be interesting to see how such a complex body would react and adapt to such a realm.

'It should be possible, right?'

Lucy muttered to herself, her brow furrowing.

'I mean... even Ophelia could do it.'

She paused, thinking it through.

'Well, her way of traveling is different from mine. She doesn't actually shrink down the way most people do. Her way of doing it is more like she hides the concept of her size from the universe itself. That way, she shrinks enough to enter those complex planes... I, on the other hand, can shrink down to that level by compressing my matter to point of self-singularity.'

Given her ichor allowed for universal and plane travel, but these weren't just typical planes of existence. They were dimensions far beyond the reach of most beings, accessible only to people with powers similar to hers or entities capable of shrinking to the infinitesimal.

These weren't alternate dimensions in the conventional sense; they were layers of reality, folded into the unseen spaces between atoms, between thoughts.

The also called negative or reverse dimensions.

The first layer was still in the 3rd dimension, and that was the micro realm; the places were cells, bacteria, atoms, particles, and stuff of like that resides.

The second layer, however, was far more complex.

On the other side of crack-space lies a realm where the sheer density of existence distorts everything beyond recognition. Matter, energy, and even concepts themselves are crushed, stretched, and folded into forms that defy categorization.

Here, nothing retains its original identity. Objects and ideas alike are warped so completely by the overwhelming pressure that their purpose, nature, and even their very roles in existence become unrecognizable.

The things or entities here are not normal objects, or beings in the traditional sense either, they are things of the unknown. Existence itself cannot define them, cannot classify them. They are things without roles, fragments of what once was, mutated into incomprehensible definition by the crushing forces of this realm.

For example a thought might take on the shape of a twisting, pulsating mass; a memory might sprawl out like a fractal, constantly reforming itself into something both familiar and alien.

Everything here was wrong, not because it was evil, but because it simply should not be.

This space is a realm of unspeakable horrors—a dimensional sea that acts as a layered backdoor connected to all higher and lower planes of existence. Wherever normal, or supernatrual singularities that still operate as a blackhole exist in any logical reality, this place represents their ultimate endpoint. It is the final destination beyond the event horizon, where matter, energy, and even abstract information are drawn in, reshaped, and trapped in a state from which escape is nearly impossible.

Known by some as a dimensional pit, this realm is where the boundaries between the physical and immaterial dissolve entirely. The entities, things, and objects within are grotesque and alien, twisted by the crushing density and warped beyond recognition. It is the unknowable aftermath of a black hole's creation, a place that defies understanding and is inherently hostile to all who enter.

Escape from this place is only possible for those with extraordinary preparation or access to rare abilities. For example Spawn of the 9th Originator line, are the only ones who can move through this space freely, as it's deeply tied to their bloodline. While some vampires, withces, magic users, and supernatrual entities have managed to navigate it using special techniques or abilities but those are in the few who can natrually reach here, and come back.

For most, the only way to enter this terrifying domain is through forbidden magic—dark rituals that bend the edges of reality to force a passage. But even those who succeed in crossing over often realize too late how unprepared they are. The crushing, alien nature of the realm overwhelms them. Survival here isn't just about strength—it requires knowledge and power that only a rare few possess. For everyone else, the chaos of this place consumes them entirely.

But can you blame them, preparing for the unknown is not something one simply does.

Then comes the third layer; this was a place she could also travel to, but only with the help of her grandmother, who basically goes there almost every day to further her research, as such working alongside the fifth progenitor who can enter this places at will.

And that place was called the Reverse World.

It is a place Lucy had only glimpsed a few times. It was said to exist beyond the smallest conceivable scale of existence, a realm where even the fundamental particles of existence ceased to exist as we know them.

The Reverse World was a place that reflected everything that exists into an illogical realm, for the idea of dimensions had no meaning here; it was the shadow of creation and destruction, where information from every layer of reality across the entire Sea of Ideology itself echoed endlessly.

It was the hardest, most impossible realm to reach normally; it was a place existing outside of all logical dimensions. To reach it was to defy not just physics but reason itself. Lucy's grandmother had also told her that the Reverse World held doors or gateways known as Narrative Caves, which would lead those who crossed them to other Fruits, which are different totalities beyond the one they inhabited on the Tree of Knowledge itself.

But it was also the other way around; its here that worms typically come from.

It was also the place where the root of Yggdrasil resides and how Worms flood into the fruit, using the tree to traverse across different planes of existence like some kind of cosmic elevator.

Despite being an illogical realm that could only be reached by shrinking down to a size where logic and scale no longer mattered, this realm was still a part of existence. It was the domain of one of the twelve, a place created by the 9th Originator, one of the 12 Pillars of Existence, The Unknown, as Lucy's grandmother had once explained to her.

These places were perilous, even when she had her grandmother; a Scion Progenitor by her side. Lucy had never been allowed to freely explore them, and for good reason. Finding someone with the right affinity to safely navigate such realms was far easier said than done.

Because of this, she was restricted to traversing only the Micro Realm, a space that, while still dangerous, was far less treacherous than the layers beyond.

As Lucy glanced at Merciless, a thought struck her. If his bizarre, almost alien body was this strange, maybe he has that kind of affinity, she suspected, maybe; just maybe... he could be the partner she needed to traverse those more treacherous, untapped realms, given their was no one her grandmother would allow her to traverse them.

The possibilities were tantalizing.

Together, they could uncover hidden opportunities for power, just like the ones she'd found during her time with her grandmother.

But as her thoughts wandered toward this hopeful future, a voice cut through her musings, not in her mind, but in the very concept of her blood, resonating like a whisper within her veins.

[Child, it's so like you to plan several steps ahead, but don't get ahead of yourself. You stand before someone of primogenial blood, the son of the 7th Progenitor, no less. And don't be naive.]

[I can sense your manipulative tendencies from here, but let me warn you before you fuck up: that boy reeks of deception, even more than you. He's dangerously skilled at misleading others, I have thougth you well but only if you knew, dont try it, trust me when I say this is for your own good]

'Ha granny? Again in my head I see?'

Lucy said, without really showing no emotion in her voice, but she greeted her grandmother nonetheless.

[I mean so many opportunnity jump up your way, I have to make you take them, its for your own good child, and for the betterment of the clan you do know our family creed right, or have your already forgotten?!]

Lucy felt no emotion in this moment. From a young age, she had been taught the darkest of lessons—lessons steeped in politics and power. She had been molded by a brutal education, one that stripped away any sense of innocence. Yet, despite everything, she recited their creed in her mind without hesitation, a silent mantra that had become as much a part of her as her own blood.

'Progress is born from the blood of the past, when the old opportunities are left behind, even if it means tearing them from the hands of those who held them before you. The family must always reach higher, even if the weight of ascent crushes those who once climbed beside you, and you yourself, family first, yourself later. For the sky can only be touched by those willing to let go of the ground, no matter how many we trample in the pursuit for rain.'

[Hehehe... Good Girl, that why you are the next Scion Progenitor of the clan, you have what your mother lack, ambition... now unto the topic of why I am here.]

'That being?'

Lucy asked, as she was confuse as to why her grandmother was here, as such her grandmother began to speak.

[It's about the boy's offer. I can't say for sure whether his words are true, but everything I've seen so far checks out. Still, I can't shake the feeling that he's hiding something, lying to you in some way, I just don't know how yet. And that's what's troubling. You know I can see through all lies, but this one... he's different.]

[Honestly, I can feel that he's lying to you, but I can't pinpoint exactly how. I've been trying to read his mind through your eyes, but I've never come across a mind so well-defended. His resistance to mental intrusion is almost like immunity. Be cautious, Lucy. It's no surprise coming from Michelle's only son. Even though he's young in this community, a bloodline like his is of a kind.]

Lucy's grandmother said, on the other hand, Lucy just replied back as such.

'So what should I do?'

[Well... keep Avrora close to you, in case of anything, if shit gets deep I will personally come there myself, just for the time being take his offer]

'Understood.'

Lucy spoke, her voice steady as the Scion Progenitor's influence faded away. She turned her gaze to Merciless and, with a calm but curious tone, asked.

"Very well, I'll accept your offer. But I do have one question—why us? Out of everyone, why choose us?"

Merciless had anticipated this question. Instead of answering directly, he simply gestured toward Delilah and said.

"I have my reasons, but it's better to show you than explain. However, before we proceed, you still have points, right? Go back to Delilah, and she'll grant you guys your wishes. For now, I'll open a portal to where we need to be."

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