Vampire: World of Blood

"Hmm... I suppose the safest place to land would be here, in the outer regions in the land of Eregore. The thing is, however, I'm not entirely sure what to expect once I reach the other side."

Merciless spoke, his four eyes closed, and his right hand stretched forward, glowing a majestic-looking blue, dipping it into the very fabric of space within the Primix Dimension.

His consciousness seeped into the corruption of the dimension itself, and with subtle movements of his hand, he guided the flow of his mind deeper into the space of the Primix, like a steering wheel maneuvering a ship.

His vision turned inward, focusing on one of the oldest constructs in the entire Primix Dimension.

Which was a forgotten altar.

His mind stretched outward, and the vision of the world beneath him sharpened into focus. He saw an ancient city sprawling across the landscape by the uncountable, surrounded by thick grasslands and colossal, glowing trees.

These trees, formed from twisting pink strands, stretched high into the sky for about 100 miles up, swelling at their peaks into strange, gelatinous masses that blotted out the heavens from the ground below.

These bizarre trees, or whatever they were, bore a striking resemblance to the Queen's so-called Energy Coffins scattered throughout her hives. Yet, unlike those constructs of raw and mixed energy, these seemed more like living organisms, pulsing with an eerie vitality.

Beyond that, he saw crumbling structures with alien architecture, towering mountains, and an immense sea of blood encircling the city, stretching endlessly in all directions. Then again, the city itself was a colossal expanse—vast beyond comprehension, larger than countless superclusters of galaxies combined.

If not for corruption being an all-encompassing force within the Primix Dimension and his mind drifting through it. He doubted he could truly comprehend the sheer scale of this place. But that was the advantage of being an Arbiter.

Their bond with the concept of corruption ran deep, so deep that they could merge their minds with it. Like fish gliding effortlessly through the ocean's depths and it's vast currents, Arbiters moved through corruption like a fish that is being guided by a sea that flows through all things, logically possible and illogical in nature, letting it guide them.

And in doing so, they could catch glimpses of the ancient constructs scattered across the Primix, the very pieces that wove together the Great Stitch.

This connection granted them more than just sight. By fusing their own corruption with that of a distant place that also had it, they could tear open a path—a portal—to any constructs with the Primix. The condition, however, is that they at least need to know that it exists.

It was through this bond that Merciless saw everything with unsettling clarity. As always, the sky, like nearly everything else in existence, was formed from, or rather replaced by, the body of Formless Light. Honestly, that thing was a terrifying existence. It was one of the very first naturally born Outer Spawns, a hybrid born from the merging of two of the most powerful bloodlines in existence.

Formless Light was an Outerspawn born from the union of the 3rd Originator and the 11th, known respectively as The Corporeal and The Truth.

As a result, it was a perfect fusion of both lineages; its origin blood split at a perfect 50% between both. Resulting in the authorities that it wielded to be inherently tied to the pillar concepts of corporeality and immutability, giving it a blend of shared dominion and exclusive control over those forces.

Its unique power and composition were a complex duality—both divided and unified—shaped by the very essence of its Spawn parent.

But beyond all else, the body of Formless Light stretched endlessly, winding through countless constructs and reaching into many corners of creation. It drifted above and below—slipping through lower realms, higher planes, and dimensions beyond comprehension. Its presence wasn't driven by force or intent; it simply existed in a form or state of being that cannot be denied or forgotten; as such, it was vast, unknowable, and inseparably woven into the fabric of reality.

But setting that aside, Merciless focused on the city where the altar stood. He could see it clearly, but there was a problem.

A powerful figure stood guard over it.

"So that's the protector of this altar, huh? Damn... seems the memories AE gave me weren't lies after all. Every altar is guarded. And each one has something that links it directly to an Originator."

Merciless said out aloud, and at this moment, Ana stood beside him, looking at her master speaking his voice out, but said nothing; she just remained there, waiting for her next orders.

On the other hand, Merciless continues to speak.

"If you offer a sacrifice to the altar, you could form a connection—maybe even get a chance to draw closer to the Origin Blood itself and become an Outer Spawn. But praying to the altar and getting an answer? That's never guaranteed."

"Originators ignore most who aren't worthy of their grace. But what I do know is this: the 2nd Originator, The Alteration, and the 3rd Originator, The Corporeal, are the ones most compatible with me. The Alteration deals with information in its rawest form, and the Corporeal deals with forms and their composition, for he is the idea of shapes formless and formed. That's why they're worshipped as the Primordial Twins."

"Legend says they left their blood behind, and whoever claims it would be worthy of their blessing. But here's the problem: despite everyone knowing this, no Spawn has ever been able to reach it."

"Now I see why... agh, how troublesome."

Merciless said, scratching his head, greatly worried about this being.

"I don't know what kind of Spawn that thing is, but it's making my skin crawl... it's clearly a Lesser Spawn, but I can't sense its level, and what's even more troublesome is that its even more scary than a Greater Spawn for some reason... is this normal?"

This was definitely a bad situation.

Ever since becoming an Arbiter, Merciless had gained the ability to sense what kind of Spawn he was dealing with—whether they were Lesser, Greater, or Outer.

In this case, the protector was clearly a Lesser Spawn.

But that was the problem.

Only Outer to Greater Spawn's were meant to guard the Altars of the Originator's. So why was a Lesser Spawn stationed here, even if the altar had long been abandoned?

The more he thought about it, the more it unsettled him.

Something wasn't right.

"On the other hand, though I can also see some Lesser Spawns and Greater Spawns present mostly in the outer regions of the Land of Eregore, it is clear to see that some had migrated there and made nests for lodging; others have always been there; some found mate's and had more children, but they do not seem to be taking on the role of a protector like that one Spawn guarding the Altar door."

This was true. Though the construct was mostly abandoned, countless Spawnlings and a few full-fledged Spawns had taken up residence, forming their own civilization. They built a hierarchy, a brutal pecking order where strength ruled, yet some were intelligent enough to forge alliances within their groups.

But there was one thing they all had in common—none of them dared to cross the gates into the inner regions of the city. It was as if they were all terrified of the being that stood watch, silently guarding the altar.

But setting that aside, Merciless began to devise a plan. He didn't know how strong this Altar's protector was, but the Queen's memories offered some insight. She had faced a protector in this very land once before, seeking the Altar's blood to grow stronger—only to be effortlessly struck down by a flame-like Spawn.

But this was different.

The current protector wasn't the same, and that fiery Spawn was nowhere to be found. Whatever this creature was, it posed a new and unpredictable threat.

The Queen's memories were utterly useless here, leaving Merciless without a clear countermeasure. Still, that didn't mean he was out of options. It just meant he had to be cautious, especially when facing an enemy as unpredictable as a blank canvas. He knew nothing about this powerful entity, and that made it all the more dangerous.

With no other choice, he would have to go in blind and hope for the best, or at least, as much as hope could offer.

"Sigh... I guess we're balling, then."

Merciless said out aloud, only for Anastasia to say.

"Is everything okay, master?!"

"Hmmm... Well, some things are tricky, but for the most part, everything is alright, Space Girl. Now then, stand back a little, will you? I am about to open a portal."

Merciless said to Ana, and she complied.

With Ana now standing behind him, Merciless began pulling the connection together between two points of corruption.

He focused, folding the space within the Primix Dimension. As the process began, he held the very fabric of its reality, linking his current location to the Land of Eregore. Using corruption as a medium for coordinates, an Arbiter could achieve this with precision.

Like snapping a stick, Merciless tore the folded space apart, creating a massive five-meter rift in the fabric of reality, and, as a result, a portal bridging the two locations was formed.

Ana watched in awe. As someone with powers rooted in spatial manipulation, she was taken aback by Merciless's method of traversing the Primix.

"Wowww!!...

She said, Surprised by how he did it.

"You literally grabbed the fabric itself."

"Hmmm....

Said Merciless as he looked back at Ana, releasing the tear fabric to fall to the ground as it disappeared into non-existence.

His attention caused her to reply as she explained the reason for her surprise.

"I could probably do something like this too, but for some reason, the fabric here feels… illogical or better word is non-sensical, weird, or even esoteric. The usual rules of space in the physical world don't apply in this metaphysical plane the same way it does there, and it's hard for me to grasp. So, I can't interact with it the way I would in the real world. But you… you seem to understand how this illogical space works in this plane of existence."

Replied Ana.

"Hmmm... is that so?! Well... I see your point, but what I am doing here, only Arbiters, can really do, or some special beings with privilege in the Primix Dimension like myself."

"Hmm... is that so? I suppose you're right."

Ana said, shaking her head in understanding, Merciless on the other hand began to explain more about the space here.

"Well don't beat yourself up about it, space here isn't really space in the typical sense as you would know it to be, it's more like a state of being, simply existing as it is. Because of that, both higher and lower beings can move through it without restriction as this Dimension treats all things as a mere state of something that inhabit it. And naturally, that allows impossible and illogical things to exist and enter here without explanation."

"That's what makes the Primix Dimension so unsettling. It's a realm that transcends both logic and illogic. Things that can be explained can exist here just as easily as things that defy all understanding can exist here, weak and strong means nothing to it, possible and impossible means nothing to it. But to the Primix, there's no difference between the logical and the illogical, both are simply, and just merley a states of being."

"Because of this, it can contain both the possible and the impossible without conflict. In a way it is kind of living plane or thing that is constantly evolving, as it perceives logic and chaos as equal truths, existing side by side."

When Ana heard this, she tapped her finger to her lips, thinking it over for a moment. After a brief pause, she nodded and said.

"I see… that makes sense, I guess. Hmm... hey, master, look. The goths are coming back."

She whispered, pointing in their direction. The group clearly looked pissed off, and just as they approached, Lucy could be heard grumbling.

"Tsk... what a rip-off..."

Lucy muttered, clearly upset.

"I mean, you asked her the question, and she explained."

Ophelia pointed out.

"But for 948 points, that's all she told me? At this rate, I'll never get my hands on it."

Lucy complained.

Ophelia tried to cheer her up.

"Look at the bright side—at least you know where it is now... Or, well… who has it."

Lucy sighed deeply.

"Yeah, at least I have a name now… but to think he of all people would have it. What a troublesome series of events this has turned into."

"...Cheer up, you already reported to the 11th."

"Sigh I guess you are right Ophe... ha wait a minute... what with this rise is corruption, it immense."

Lucy said, her voice quiet as she walked forward, hands folded. As she made her way back to Merciless, her eyes locked onto something ahead.

A large tear had appeared in the fabric of reality.

It's shape resembling a hole torn in paper, the edges curling downward. As she stared, the realization hit her, this was the portal Merciless was talking about.

It was larger than both Merciless and Ana in size, who now stood side by side, and the dense corruption spilling from the rift nearly made Lucy gag.

The air was thick with it as it leak into their side of things, so potent that she almost felt like collapsing to her knees—if she weren't so accustomed to being surrounded by corruption, she would probally would have, but she was good at hiding discomfort.

Yet, despite the overwhelming presence of corruption, her eyes were drawn to the sight beyond the portal. On the other side, a desolate city stretched out, starkly contrasting the sand dunes on her side.

But this made her question.

'Merciless, I understand... but that woman, Anastasia, was it? Yeahhh... how is she even standing? The corruption on the other side of the portal feels so much denser than what we're facing here; easily thirty times stronger, if I had to guess. As for Ophelia, I get it. She's built to endure corruption better than most. Sigh... there's just so much I don't know.'

That was a valid question, but what Lucy didn't know was that Anastasia was carrying Merciless' soul, which had become deeply tied to her own existence. Merciless' soul, dark and heavy with corruption, was so dense that it warped reality around it. Now, that soul was fused with Anastasia's being, meaning her concept and his soul were connected as one.

Because of this, Anastasia was able to adapt to corruption effortlessly, something no ordinary being could do. The reason behind her strange affinity for it lay in the fact that her soul, in a way, was Merciless' soul.

This bond explained her obsession with him; Merciless, the original owner of the soul, was the true anchor. Souls always seek refuge in their original hosts, and Ana's emotions were simply a reflection of Merciless' soul longing to return to its rightful home, a place it could never reach.

That aside though, she didnt had time to ponder for long, cause Ophelia soon walk up to Merciless, her glowing green eyes look at the portal as she does a gopnik squat, looking forward to the other side.

"So, you can pull off stuff like this too, huh? How reliable... You know, Merciless, I'm getting more interested in you by the minute."

Merciless chuckled softly.

"Heh, you flatter me... but I'm not so easily seduced. If you're trying to win me over, you'll have to be a bit more original than that. I'm a man who values actions over words. But anyway, to answer your question, yes!... I can move between different constructs of the Primix Dimension. Perks of me spending my time over on the other side. Now then, I assume both you and Lucy got what you desired? If so, it's about time we got out of here. The Primix is kind of a living being, a creature similar to a Non-Euclidean, but in this case it is a living plane of existence, it won't be long before it heals this tear in it's fabric as if it is nothing more than a wound."

"Oh, so you're the hard-to-get type, huh? Interesting. Most men are so easy to talk to when all they want is sex. But I can appreciate a guy who knows his worth beyond pleasures of the flesh."

She said while smirking, then held her hand up.

"But yeah, I got what I wanted. Check this out…

Ophelia held up her right hand towards Merciless, showing silver color bracelet gleaming in the light.

"Pretty cool, right? It's a bracelet that protects me from any life-threatening attack up to nine times, Delilah call it the Nine-Life Bracelet. See these nine gems? Each one represents a different version of me from an alternate faze of existence."

"So, if I'm about to get hit with something fatal, one of those alternate versions of me takes the full force of the attack instead, as such they die, and I walk away without a scratch. Pretty badass, huh?"

Ophelia showed off the bracelet like it was no big deal, leaving both Anastasia and Merciless staring at her in disbelief.

Anastasia was the first to speak, her expression flat.

"Okay… that's seriously messed up."

Lucy let out a small sigh, crossing her arms.

"Yeah, I told her the same thing."

Merciless chuckled, shaking his head.

"Messed up? Sure. But hey, better them than you, right?"

"Seeeee.... He getttts itttt."

Ophelia responded, Lucy however just sighed, but apart from that Merciless began to speak grabbing the attention of the girls.

Merciless's tone hardened.

"Alright... enough joking around. It's time to move out. We all got what we wanted. Now, fair warning—get ready. If you've got a weapon, draw it now. The moment we arrive, anyone in my range will feel my presence. And let's just say… Spawns and their kin will either love me or want me dead."

Lucy's lips curled into a cold smirk when she heard these words, her eyes glinting with bloodlust. She slowly cracked her neck, summoning a familar looking scythe with green chemical on it.

"Good... I could use more souls and matter samples anyway. Let them come, I'll carve through every last one of them."

Ophelia's on the other hand grin faltered, and she glanced nervously between them.

"O-Okay, wait, can we not just invite danger so casually? Maybe... maybe we take it slow? I mean, we don't know what's waiting on the other side!"

Ana rolled her eye's at Ophelia cowardice, but smirked at Merciless words nonetheless as she spoke and said while her armor started to transform around her body.

"Too late for second thoughts now, Ophelia. Let's just hope they don't eat you first."

Ophelia let out a shaky laugh.

"Yeah… haha... comforting... Really."

But without warning, her tails emerge, and her claws extend.

But just as they were preparing everyone suddenly tense up all of sudden.

The air, thick with corruption, suddenly shifted—an unnatural stillness settling over the group. It was subtle at first, but then the temperature plummeted, an oppressive and cold sense of dread creeping in like the breath of death itself.

The very fabric of the world around them seemed to recoil, and even the ever-twisting corruption stilled as if dreading what was to come.

Ana's expression darkened; a flicker of recognition in her eyes.

She took a slow, steady step back and said.

"It's happening again!!...

Ophelia turned sharply toward her, confusion evident.

"What's happening?"

But before an answer could come, Merciless's body tensed. His four piercing eyes snapped open, each one blazing with an eerie blue luminance. A low, guttural growl escaped his throat, a sound far removed from anything human.

Cracks of blue energy spiraled across his flesh, like fractures in porcelain, pulsing and spreading. His towering 8'9" frame seemed to vibrate with an otherworldly force. The ground beneath him trembled, fracturing in a spiderweb pattern, as the desert sand part beneath his feet.

From his back, his four thick tails began to writhe, their dark forms growing. Each tail shimmered with an ethereal blue hue, their tips jagged and barbed like the claws of some abyssal beast. Spikes of bone and corrupted flesh jutted along his spine, spiraling upwards like a crown of thorns. His skin darkened, taking on a textured, almost armor-like quality, organic and yet forged, as though it were a living metal.

His face began to shift, the edges of his jaw elongating, his teeth sharpening into rows of serrated fangs. Two jagged horns erupted from his skull, curling back like a ram's but split at the ends, glowing faintly with the same blue fire that coursed through his veins. His hands, already large, morphed—fingers lengthening, nails turning to blackened claws.

At this moment his black hair was thick and fleshy, and his skin went from alabaster to dark blue. But that was not the only thing, in his hand an abomination of a weapon appeared, a halberd, he did not use till now.

It was the weapon he created back when he was fighting Zackcry... his precious Hæftbyrden.

On the other hand, a Black crown suddenly appeared above, his head, this was none other than Black Sun.

Which was Zackcry's Superhuman ability, he immediately felt the buff it gave, as his power began to rise.

"Hmmm.... I will never get tired of this sense of freedom when I use Valkos."

Merciless said to himself.

Clearly pleased by his rise in power, but his onlookers had different reactions.

Ophelia stumbled backward, her breath hitching.

"W-What... what the hell is that?!"

Her bravado shattered, replaced by a primal fear she couldn't explain. The sight of Merciless was no longer something she could rationalize, as he saw the handsome man become a monstrosity given form.

Ana, however, merely clenched her fists, swallowing hard. She had seen this before, but it didn't make it any less terrifying.

"His Valkos form...He muttered, her voice nearly a whisper.

"Stay back. Don't move unless he tells you to... master is very strict when he goes Valkos, it scares me at times, to be honest."

Merciless... or what he had become stood still for a moment, the four tails behind him slowly undulating behind him like the limbs of a great predator preparing to strike. His glowing eyes scanned the distance beyond the portal, piercing the veil of the forsaken city.

His miasma cape blows in the wind as he faces the portal.

Then he moved.

Merciless had no emotions present in his expression, yet neither did he have malice for anything, rather, he was calm, extremely calm.

"Stay close."

The layered voice commanded, and instinctively, the girls obeyed—no, they didn't just follow—they fell into a perfect line without a second thought.

At the back of the formation, Lucy frowned, unsettled by what she'd just witnessed. She leaned toward Ana.

"Hey, Anastasia, can you tell me what the hell Merciless just did?"

Ana chuckled softly, the sound muffled by her armor.

"Master just activated his Master State."

She replied calmly and continued.

"I can't share too many details, because it's… private information. But all you need to know is that this form pushes his level-five potential to its absolute peak. He only uses it when he's ready to go all out. So yeah, you could say this is Master's full power."

At these words, Lucy glanced ahead, meeting the unyielding figure of Merciless. She silently murmured to herself.

"Hmmm... I see. I wish I could learn more about this, but I have to admit, he does seem quite dependable right now."

These were Lucy's final words as the goth club, with Ana in tow, followed Merciless into battle. As all five crossed, the portal sealed behind them, the fabric of reality began to heal. This marked the end of one chapter in their journey, for ahead lay the Land of Eregore, the place where their greatest trials awaited, and the hardest battles of their lives were yet to come.

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