Vampire: World of Blood

Within Merciless subjective reality.

A place he could mold to his will, a new corridor inside a mansion-like extension was shrouded in shadow, the atmosphere heavy with a sense of anticipation and dread.

Substance and Anastasia, the two closest to him, whispered in the dim light, their voices filled with apprehension. The towering arches and dark marble floors added to the overwhelming sense of isolation, creating a suffocating tension in the air.

Anastasia broke the silence, her voice fragile as it echoed softly.

"How long has it been, Suby... since the master went into Yanman?"

Substance's eyes flickered with concern, her golden hair casting a faint glow in the otherwise dark hallway. Her gaze was fixed ahead, as though willing the door to open and reveal their master. She sighed, her voice reflecting the burden she carried, she really wanted to see her master again, each day that past felt like a never-ending eternity for her.

But she responded nonetheless.

"Eight days, Ana. Just a bit over a week."

Anastasia's fingers tightened around the hem of her clothes, a nervous habit she had developed over the last few days.

"Do you think... do you think he'll wake soon?"

Asked Anastasia, to which Substance glanced at her, offering a faint smile that seemed to be more for herself than for Anastasia.

"He will. He has to. We must trust in our master. He's stronger than any of us... even as level 4, and newborn similar to me and you; I have no doubt in my undead heart that if our master truly wanted, he could kill both without even moving."

Anastasia chuckled at this, not mockingly but knowingly as she replied back the only way she knew how to.

"Come on, Substance, isn't it obvious? The master is the rightful heir to the Michellian clan. We should consider ourselves lucky—especially me, getting the chance to be reborn into such royalty. And not just any royal family, but one of even greater prestige. As Michellians, it's only natural that no one, except the Grand Elder, could ever defy the master's orders. It's common knowledge: an heir's power is absolute over the bloodline. The strength of an heir is equal to the power of the entire clan."

Anastasia said, as she continued, to glaze the ever-living shit out of Merciless.

"And besides, we're just like any other Michellian vampires—ordinary before the master, even at Level 1. Clan-wise, no Michellian can defy the master, except maybe his father. The word of the prince is absolute; whatever he says goes. It's only natural, that's how the hierarchy works—specifically the hierarchy of blood. From what I understand, the Grand Elder can control other Michellians to some extent, but it's nothing compared to what an heir, let alone the progenitor of the clan, can do. Or should I say... his mother, our matriarch? Ugh, Kali's memories are so jumbled. Michelle treats her form the way a spoiled rich girl treats her clothes."

At that moment, however, a rebellious reply came from Substance, as she said.

"Tsk... I hate that bitch!!"

"....Hmm you mean Lady Michelle... hmmm I can see why; but let's not forget if not for her, our glorious asshole would not be with us today."

Anastasia said to which Substance replied.

"Tsk, I still don't like her... and don't call our stud muffin an asshole... master is master."

When Anastasia heard this, she chuckled a little, her head leaning backward a little as she teasingly said, giving Substance an amused look as she said.

"Stud muffing egh... now that is fresh coming from you, fufu... you love to see it."

Substance just chuckled slightly as she replied as if stating an obvious fact.

"Bitch please... master is a stud...

"But didn't you take his virginity... agh how I envy you...

Anastasia said.

And Substance soon replied.

"Hehehe… look, Ana. I gave my virginity to Master, and he gave me his. That's the greatest reward I could ever have, and no other woman can ever take that from me. So, to be honest, I'm more than satisfied knowing that no matter who else lies with him, they'll never claim that prize. Who am I to stop him from flirting with other women? From my perspective, even if I don't agree with Master going down the harem route, what can I really do about it?

Declared Substance as she continued her speech about her love for Merciless.

"You see, Ana, I was created to make Master happy. My happiness should never come first. If Master is happy, then I am happy. My life, everything, I might not have a soul, but if I do, it belongs to him. I have no say over my existence, and even if I did, I would willingly give it all to him."

"I live for him, and I would die for him. In my world, there is nothing more glorious than Master. I love him—truly and deeply—to the point where every second of my life feels like my love isn't enough...

Said Substance as she twirls her hair around like a lovestruck schoolgirl.

Not stopping one bit in her description of her lover for Merciless.

"I have to do better."

She said.

"If Master wants a harem, then let him have it. But I'll make it my life's mission to ensure that his 'bitch collection' is full of S-Tier women. No basic, annoying tsundere types—Master doesn't need that kind of stress. And even if he does, I'd let him have it, because Master is my everything. And I'm glad you feel the same way. You've inherited that trait from me, your sire."

"Then again, I'm convinced every part of my personality is just different aspects of my love for Master. So, there isn't much else to inherit but my immense love for him, in some form or another. Don't get me wrong, sweetheart—I love you, but in the sense that you're an extension of Master's happiness....

"Because I love him more than anyone. And as much as I hate that Michelle bitch, I love her too, in the sense that Master loves and adores her in his own way. That's enough to make me happy. He is my number one, two, three, and you can bet your fine ass that he is also my four, five, and six, along with every number after that."

Substance boldly announces with much confidence.

As she walked up to Anastasia and gave her a serious look while embracing her in a rather suggestive manner, grabbing her ass from behind, popping a feel of it as she continued.

"Oi... Suby... don't you think you are a tad bit too close here?!"

Substance just giggled at Ana's nervousness, as she began to speak, her lips drawing closer to her ears as she whispered to Anastasia.

"And besides... even if the master body count is still only 1... it doesn't mean he isn't a stud, my cute little kilde... have forgotten what Michellians are known for?!"

"War and violence."

Anastasia said, as she tried to get Substance off of her, but as she drew further, Substance drew closer to her till eventually, her back met a wall.

Substance embraces Ana at this time in a seductive manner, as she licks her lips in excitement.

"But here's the thing. According to Hector's and Jordan's memories, before the Michellians became one of the most feared clans among the 21 that exist, we were renowned for something completely different—our beauty. We were a clan of gorgeous, almost perfect vampires. Our shift toward becoming a fearless warrior clan happened later, mainly because of our inability to die easily."

"You see, death is practically a joke to us. Thanks to our unique clan trait of cellular regeneration, we can heal and withstand attacks far better than any other vampire species out there. That's what made us such deadly warriors. But before that, our clan was infamous for two things: our depravity and our obsession."

Substance said as she began to educate her Kilde on some clan lore.

Her inner Succubus shows itself bare before her kilde while doing so as well.

She then continued on by saying.

"Believe it or not, every Michellian has some deep-seated obsession. It's part of who we are. Once a Michellian becomes fixated on something, they simply can't let it go, no matter what. Some of us have one or two things we're obsessed with, and we'll stop at nothing to get them. Master is no different—his obsession is revenge, and that's what drives his hunger for power. But there's something else I've noticed about him as of lately, it took me a while to notice but I am pretty sure he has another type of obsession."

"Have you ever seen how much he hates sharing? Think about it—when Hector was kidnapped, Master completely lost it, so much so, he went to save him; imminent danger be damn. And do you remember how jealous he got at the mere thought of someone else using that little puppy name he gave you? He hates the idea of someone else touching what he considers his."

Announced Substance, to which Ana nodded her head, all she could do was listen.

She then replied back as such.

"Now that you mentioned it yeah."

"Hehe...

Substance laugh, and then said.

"Yeah... there's a saying among vampires that goes like this."

"A Michellian for hire is your greatest weapon, even under the sun, but a Michellian when angered is a crow's wing on your back until death parts you."

"In simpler terms...

Substance said and continued.

"Never piss off a Michellian unless you can handle the consequences. Like crows, they hold grudges and never forget a face. They're similar to the Loviatar clan, who are notorious for their lifelong grudges. Loviatar vampires are obsessed with revenge and malevolent acts—they'll find a way to get their payback over even the smallest slight, no matter how long it takes. The males can be insufferable, and the females are total bitches? But if Loviatars are absolutely ruthless... then Michellians are absolutely infatuated with their universal love for violence and war along with their intrinsic obsession... but going by this my dare kilde, you know what this means right?"

Substance asked Ana who was looking for an answer in Substance, who gladly replied back as such.

"What I'm getting at, my cute little Kilde, is that while I'm obsessed with Master, and you probably are too, Master has his own obsessions. Not just revenge and power—but anything he lays claim to. He's possessive like that. And you know what that means, don't you? Hehehe... I bet you do. It means our glorious Master sees us as his possessions. How exciting is that... we are basically property, so you better get that sweet blue hole of yours ready for when he needs a much-needed release; wink wink?"

Substance said in a very seductive manner.

But brushed it off, by ending it off with this.

"And for your information, these quirks among vampire clans are called 'flaws,' and they act as both strengths and weaknesses, depending on how you handle them. But be warned—what seems like a flaw can quickly turn into a ticking time bomb, as a clan's greatest flaws are also their greatest strengths."

"And never you forget you my cute little kilde."

Said Substance, who looked up at Ana who looked dumbfounded, as Substance said.

"Your response?"

"Of course... I will take your explanation to heart."

Said Anastasia, who got some giggles from Substance as she replied back.

"Hehehe... good girl... either way though, let us have hope in our master like you said, he is the best, I don't know any other man who is more resilient than he is.

Anastasia nodded at these words, as Substance let her go, and leaned back to her side of the corridor walls, but the doubt lingered in her eyes. She was far from reassured.

"But... what if he doesn't come back the same?"

Her voice was barely above a whisper, laced with the fear she had been harboring all this time.

"What if he changes too much?"

Substance looked down, her lips twitching as though trying to find the right words. After a moment, she spoke, her tone quieter and more personal than usual.

"I feel your pain, Ana. I really do. But he will be alright. He has to be. Life without him... it would be meaningless if he isn't, for me, it is as simple as that."

The raw emotion in her voice caught Anastasia off guard. Substance was always the stronger one; mentally that is, the one who exuded unwavering loyalty. Seeing her falter made the fear in Anastasia's heart grow tenfold.

"You really believe that?"

Substance's voice wavered, almost imperceptibly.

"I don't just believe it, Ana. I need it to be true. Without him... I don't know what I'd become."

She clenched her fists, her eyes shining with the fervor of someone on the edge of desperation.

"We're not just his servants. We're his... family... his possessions. Whether he sees us as tools or something more, we've been with him since the beginning, haven't we?"

Anastasia nodded, though her expression betrayed her own inner turmoil. She looked at the closed door that concealed Merciless, biting her lip.

"But I've seen what Level 5 can do to people. It alters them, Suby... well in some cases. What if he forgets us? What if he doesn't even recognize who we are anymore?"

Substance reached out, placing a reassuring hand on Anastasia's shoulder.

"Then we'll remind him. He's given us everything, Ana. And we'll give everything back to him, no matter what it takes."

Anastasia's gaze flickered, the doubt momentarily replaced with fierce determination.

"I know. But I'm still afraid. It's just... he saved me. He gave me a second chance when no one else would. I owe him everything."

She paused, her hands open up, as created a small spatial dimension on the fly in the palm of her right hand, a pocket dimension teeming with planets, stars, black holes, and galaxies, a testament to the power she had gained through Merciless.

"He made me what I am. I went from a forgotten, worthless Orc princess to a Michellian vampire; the very same species of vampire that killed and destroyed my entire kingdom."

Substance leaned in, her voice low but resolute. "

"We'll make sure it's enough. We'll show him he can't escape us. We'll be stronger too, stronger than we've ever been... together in the name of our master."

Anastasia's eyes gleamed, catching the fire in Substance's words.

"Yes. Toget...

*CRACCCCKK!!*

Suddenly, a deep rumble interrupted their conversation, reverberating through the mansion. The walls trembled as though something enormous had shifted within the fabric of the reality Merciless had crafted.

The very ground beneath their feet seemed to pulse with a strange, otherworldly energy.

Anastasia's eyes widened, panic rising in her throat.

"What's happening?"

Substance's eyes darted around the corridor as memories—fragments of different places, and universes—began to shimmer through the reality around them cracking and shedding themselves like shattered glasses, which now appeared fragile, as if reality itself was coming undone.

"Look at that."

Substance pointed to one of the flickering images, her voice filled with awe.

"That's Himglome… a place Jordan once visited under the guise of a devil to scam souls out of stupid humans of that Faze."

More and more scenes flashed into existence, gateways to other realities, past moments, and memories intertwined with their own, reflecting the places Merciless had visited, battles he had fought, and worlds others had conquered.

Time seemed to overlap itself, the very air buzzing with chaotic energy.

"The subjective reality is fracturing."

Substance said, her tone uncharacteristically shaken.

"He must be awake... but not fully... or is in the process of awakening from his state of Yanman."

Anastasia pressed her hand against one of the shimmering images, her power useless as it slipped through her fingers.

And suddenly the fragmented memories started to distort, as started to suck everything nearby its vicinity.

"Shit, we are being pulled in."

Substance said, and Ana replied.

"I can't even use my spatial abilities here. It's like... everything is blocked."

Substance frowned, her brow furrowing as she attempted to activate her own powers.

"Damn it... I can't either. Something's wrong. This isn't normal."

"What now?"

Anastasia asked, anxiety creeping into her voice.

"We'll have to do it the hard way."

Substance said, her voice steadier now as she focused.

"Condense your muscles. Strengthen your body so the distortions don't pull you apart... it about time you put your Orc bloodline to use... cause I will, the last thing I need is to be sucked into those spatial rifts."

Anastasia nodded, clenching her fists as her body surged with raw power, her orc lineage manifesting as her muscles bulked, solidifying her presence in the unstable space.

Substance followed suit as she had long copied her orc genetics, both of them bracing themselves as they pushed forward.

"Come on."

Substance urged, and the two of them raced toward the Ascension Bed chamber, the energy growing more intense with each passing second.

When they finally burst through the door, what they saw froze them in their tracks.

The Ascension Bed lay in ruins, shattered beyond recognition. The air was thick with the remnants of erasure, the matter itself having been wiped away in some catastrophic release of power. But what drew their eyes was the figure standing in the midst of the destruction.

Merciless.

He was no longer the man they had known. Standing before them was a figure of unparalleled majesty and terror.

His once-golden hair had turned into a wild, untamed mane of jet-black curls that framed his newly refined, almost ethereal face. His skin had taken on a ghostly pallor, and his presence radiated a power that seemed to bend the very air around him.

Anastasia's voice trembled as she whispered.

"Master...?"

Substance took a step forward, her voice cracking with emotion.

"Master is... is that really you?"

Merciless's neon-blue eyes, sharp and predatory, swept over them, a smile curling his lips—a smile that held both familiarity and something new, something far more dangerous.

"Who else would it be?"

His voice was deep, resonating through the room like a low growl.

"But I am not the same... a lot of things have indeed changed, I will admit."

Anastasia's heart raced. The change was more than just physical. He was taller now, towering over them at nearly nine feet, his initial height being 8"9, and his physique had grown more powerful, more commanding. His claws glowed with a neon-blue light, each finger tipped with an energy so intense it felt as though the space around them was being warped by his mere presence.

"Level 5..."

Anastasia murmured, awe and fear warring within her.

The most striking change, however, was his tail—or rather, tails. What had once been a single black appendage had split into nine, Their blade-like tips along with his claws, were changing into different colors such as Red, purple, and yellow—each hue signifying a different energy.

They moved like living shadows, slicing through the air with deadly precision, leaving trails of light in their wake.

"You... you look incredible."

Anastasia said, her voice barely above a whisper as she stepped closer, captivated by the shifting colors in his eyes and the eerie beauty of his transformation.

Merciless's smile widened, a mix of arrogance and amusement.

"Fascinating, isn't it?"

He flexed his fingers, and energy crackled around his claws, illuminating the room in a vibrant storm of colors.

"I feel everything. I see everything. This world... it's so much more than what we knew... this new perspective I simply cannot even describe what I am seeing."

On the other hand, Substance's eyes gleamed with admiration, unable to tear her gaze away from the overwhelming power radiating from him.

"Your eyes... they've changed a little, the look more deeper and more refined."

She said, her voice filled with awe.

Merciless chuckled softly, his four eyes narrowing as he looked at them. Each one gleamed with a different color, shifting like a kaleidoscope of emotions and energy.... they were initially still neon blue, but he changed their color for every color was a new energy type he could use.

"I see differently now."

He said, his tone thoughtful.

"So many things were hidden from me... but now, it's all clear. I see everything.... like I said before I can't even describe what I see before my very eyes at the moment."

As he spoke, Anastasia felt an unsettling sensation wash over her, as though Merciless was peering into her very being. The weight of his gaze made her feel exposed, and vulnerable, as if he could see the deepest parts of her that even she wasn't fully aware of.

"Why do I feel... naked all of a sudden?"

She muttered, her arms crossing over her chest instinctively.

Merciless smirked, his eyes gleaming as he said.

"How cute."

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