Vampire: World of Blood
Chapter 217 217: Spawnhood VI

Merciless stood firm on the Aether Bridge, his gaze locked on the golden army before him. Around him, Crimson Dawn surged and pulsed, its scarlet radiance coiling outward like a living entity.

The scarlet light spilled through the portal in his cape, flooding back into the Land of Eregore, painting the battlefield in its red hue.

The Glydens—their radiant, golden forms, once indistinguishable from the light itself—were now caught in the tide of his domain. They couldn't hide here. The very light they merged with now, by all definitions of the word, was Merciless himself, betraying them as he now saw all of them with his watchful eyes.

For Crimson Dawn was part of Merciless body.

His expression was stoic, but he surveyed the army, his voice low but edged with disdain.

"Hmmm... I see, 382,005 of you, and one leader... ha?!"

Merciless said to himself.

Of course, he assessed the situation calmly and continued speaking.

"Seriously? This is all you've got?"

Merciless muttered, his tone mocking, with annoyance.

"Not exactly an army to fear, especially when half of you look like you'd struggle to blow up a massive rock, let alone a planet. Pathetic... Well, it's clear what's happening here; a good amount of this army is still green behind the ears."

The Glydens' radiant bodies shimmered, their golden light standing out starkly against the blood-red aura of Crimson Dawn. Merciless could see them now, their shapes clear and movements crisp, no longer cloaked by their natural camouflage. For all their mastery over light, they'd stumbled into a death trap where their greatest strength turned against them.

But Anastasia soon jumped in.

"Hmmm, master, what should we do next? Just give me the word, and I will send this army packing?!"

Merciless looked back at Anastasia; she seems pissed that someone tried to sneak attack them, or rather her master, especially when they had to hide from him to catch him off guard; it was quite a cowardly tactic.

Of course, Merciless responded as such.

"Yeah, they did make the first move, but hold on, Space Girl. Most of these Glydens are just kids—not that I care, obviously. I'm about to rack up a serious body count anyway. Don't stress too much, though. The only real problem here is their leader and those two women standing next to him. That last attack? Definitely their work. As for the first one, it was probably some sort of team move."

Ana said; on the other hand, she then asked.

"So what is the next course of action, master?"

Anastasia asked Merciless, who just kept looking at the shocked army via Crimson Dawn, and what he said next was as such.

"Simple. I'm about to show these overgrown fireflies what happens when the dark decides to bite back. They've been playing too long in their little safe glow, oblivious to the predators watching from the shadows. Their parents failed them, so now it's on me to teach them the cold, brutal truth: when you fuck around, you find out."

These were Merciless words to Ana, and as such, she backed off and said.

"Alright, I'll hang back for now, master."

Anastasia said, her voice steady but not without reluctance.

Seeing this, Merciless shot her a rare grin as his large hand patted her armored head, as he said to her in a teasing way.

"Good Space Girl... I like a woman who submits, but soon enough we'll have our own little showdown of our own if you catch my drift."

Anastasia's cheeks blushed behind her helmet when Merciless said this, and in that moment she couldn't help but fall back on Substance's previous comments.

"It was the size of my fucking forearm, long and wide, and he wasn't even fully erect. You could literally see the massive bulge of his cock and the exterior of my womb forming from my belly when he pushed it all the way inside me without mercy, shifting my womb all the way back towards the deepest pits of my stomach."

The mere thought made her instinctively place her left hand over the area where her womb was, as she inwardly muttered to herself.

'That sounds so intense. I wonder, could I handle something like that? I mean, Suby is slime; that horny bitch can just adjust her size to fit something inside her with ease. Me, on the other hand...

'Yeah... it sounds scary, but at the same time, I'm craving that feeling of fullness. Hmmm, maybe if he enters me while I enter my battle mode, I could probably take him fully inside me with ease.'

Ana said to herself before she was snapped out of her perverted thoughts by Merciless, who called her out by saying.

"Heh... you really are fun to mess with sometimes, you know that? But enough of that—just stay here and enjoy the show. I've been itching for a decent guinea pig to stumble into my path, and this one's perfect. Let's see how long they last."

"Again, you can be a total asshole at times, master."

Anastasia answered, her voice steady, but the flush creeping into her cheeks betrayed her. Merciless didn't bother responding right away—he just kept that faint, cocky smile. He spun Hæftbyrden effortlessly, the pink blade leaving shimmering trails of light with every motion, as if the weapon itself was alive with power. His movements were smooth and unhurried, and the halberd's weight seemed meaningless in his hands.

He stepped forward, leaving Anastasia behind, tossing a final remark over his shoulder, his voice dripping with playful arrogance.

"Yeah, I'm an asshole—no denying that—but you've gotta admit, I'm a pretty damn cool one. Why else would you be thinking about me filling you up with my massive cock? You crave that fullness, haaa... hehehe... well, I crave a taste too."

Merciless said, licking his lips as his black snake-like tongue moved across his lips in a perverse way.

As a result, Anastasia's embarrassment reached an all-time high as she began to panic, her words crumbling and mumbling as they arose in volume.

"M-m-M-m-MWASSSTERRRRR.... STOP READIIIING MY MINDDD!!!...

The jab landed perfectly, making Anastasia's cheeks burn even brighter. She sputtered, completely flustered, before yelling back, her voice cracking slightly from the embarrassment.

Yet Merciless just calmly chuckled to himself as he moved forward some more.

From there, he passed a wormhole that led him back outside to the land of Eregore.

Of course, a massive gate opens in front of his attackers, taking them by surprise.

Instantly, he was met face-to-face with the golden army.

He needed not to look around, for his was the around.

In that instant, his voice resonated through the air, carried by the living pulse of Crimson Dawn. It wasn't just sound; it was embedded in the very fabric of the light, reverberating in every flicker and glow. Each word he spoke echoed through the scarlet haze, as if the light itself had become his voice.

Merciless addressed them all with a sharp, commanding tone, speaking in an ancient language he'd mastered only after ascending to the rank of Arbiter.

"Hlyste nū, gē. Ne wāt ic hwæðer gē mē understandan magon, ac sōðlice, ic ne carige hwī oððe hwā. Hit is gelīc; þæt ān þe rīht is, gē dydon þone miclan hildan wið mē, and nū is hit onlyfair þæt wē tōwrēstan ǣgðer ōðerne tō smytrum. Hēan-spēd ǣrest, rǣson nǣfre—þæt is þæt gamen. Hwæt wylle gē dōn? Standaþ gē ēaðmōdlīce on rǣwe swilce lȳtle līgtorhtan, þæt ic ēow of eorðan āswīge, oþþe sceal ic tō ēow cuman and hit sylf dōn? Ġelīce þēah, þæt ende ne wanaþ—gē ealle bēoþ ādōn."

Merciless said out loudly for all to here; of course, this was the ancient language of the Spawns, but as he continued, the facial expression of these Spawnlings began to contort into anger.

And that anger was indeed valid after all; he was telling them as such.

"Alright, listen up. I don't know if you lots can even comprehend me, but frankly, I couldn't care less about the why or the who. All that matters is you made the mistake of attacking me, and now it's only fair we tear each other to pieces. Violence first, reason never—that's the game. So, what's it gonna be? Do you all line up like good little fireflies so I can erase you from existence, or should I come to you and do it myself? Either way, the ending doesn't change—you're all getting snuffed out."

Merciless said these words to the golden army before him, and needless to say they didn't take too kindly to his comments, yet he stood proud, his pride not allowing for him to falter.

The group started glancing at each other, whispering in hushed tones, their tension obvious. It didn't take long for one of them to step forward—a man dressed in pristine white armor, his posture stiff like he was trying to convince himself he belonged there.

As he moved, a few others followed. Three more at first, hesitant but determined. Then seven more joined in, making it clear they weren't planning to fight fair. It was a pile-on waiting to happen—a straight-up ambush.

Naturally, whatever confidence they had was already starting to waver, at least for the weaker ones. The passive, almost suffocating aura of fear that Merciless exuded, the same one that sent shivers through even the hardened warriors of Valkos, was working its way through the crowd. Almost everyone in his immediate vicinity could feel it, gnawing at their resolve.

And yet, despite their hesitation, these ones were holding up better than most who had faced him before. They weren't running or dropping to their knees in terror. No, they stood their ground, shaky as it was. It wasn't bravery; it was stubbornness, maybe desperation, but it was enough to keep them from crumbling outright for now.

Merciless stood there, calm as ever, watching them with that smug little smirk that said everything. He gave Hæftbyrden a lazy twirl, the weapon humming in his grip like it could feel his excitement.

"Seriously? This is your big move?"

He mockingly said, almost laughing.

"Y'all couldn't handle me one-on-one, so you're just gonna dogpile me instead? Cute. Real cute... but this makes things a lot more... EASSSIER!!!....

Merciless shouted with battle-cry as he stood still, his sharp eyes locked on the group now closing in on him. His halberd, Hæftbyrden, gleamed ominously in the scarlet light of Crimson Dawn.

As he twirls and twirled it more and more, even using his tail to maneuver it around his body.

The motion is fluid, hypnotic even.

The group however hesitated only for a moment before surging forward in a disorganized rush. The first to reach him, a male clad in white armor... Lunged with a longsword made of pure light. Merciless stepped aside, his movements deceptively lazy, before bringing Hæftbyrden down with a gravity-warping swing. The blade cleaved through the man's torso like wet parchment, splitting armor, flesh, and bone. The resulting shockwave hurled the others back, but Merciless was already in motion.

Four more came at him, each aiming to exploit his opening—but there was none. His halberd moved like an extension of his body, spinning with blinding speed as it carved through the attackers. One lost their arm, the wound sizzling with an inky black curse that spread like wildfire, paralyzing their body mid-scream. Another was impaled through the chest, their armor crumpling inward as the curse slithered up their throat and silenced their cries forever.

His tails armored, jagged, serpentine extensions of blackened steel lashed out next.

Two coiled around the legs of an advancing warrior, wrenching them into the air before slamming them into the ground with enough force to splatter blood and viscera in every direction.

Another tail wrapped around an unfortunate Glyden's neck, lifting them off their feet and holding them aloft. Merciless didn't even look their way as he casually snapped it with a flex of his tail's metallic grip.

With each kill, he collects their souls and they all flow into his personal Afterlife Endgard.

With each kill their life memories flood through him like a torrent.

With each kill, he took their powers.

With each kill, he establishes his dominance.

And with each kill, he grows stronger.

The remaining fighters regrouped, trying to surround him. They coordinated their attacks, light-forged weapons striking in unison, attempting to overwhelm him with sheer numbers. For any ordinary fighter, it might have worked—but Merciless was far from ordinary.

"CHILDREENNNNNNN!!...

"FRAGMENTS OF LIGHT—THAT'S ALL YOU ARE."

Merciless' voice cut through the chaos as he surged forward, Hæftbyrden moving with deadly precision. And the next deadly sweep of his halberd tore through a line of Glydens, their bodies crumpling under the crushing weight of his gravity-forged curse.

Limbs shattered, and reddish gold blood began splattering across the battlefield.

"YOU THINK YOU'RE BRILLIANT? YOU'RE NOTHING BUT DIM SPARKS WAITING TO BE SNAPPED OUT."

He twisted the halberd, the blade carving through the air with an eerie hum, each strike releasing a gravitational pull that dragged screaming Glydens into the earth. The ground itself buckled under the strain, turning into a chaotic mess of fissures and crushed bodies.

As they were just randomly flying all over the place, their forms being led around by gravity.

"ALL THAT LIGHT!!...

Merciless shouting via Crimson Dawn.

He made sure his chaotic taunts reached.

"AND YOU STILL MOVE LIKE FOOLS!!...

With a flick of his wrist, Merciless conjured a gravity field around him, its range could swallow up an entire planet, the force itself pulling everything within its range inwards.

The Glydens before him began to cry out, as they had no idea the prey before them was this strong, but gravity cares not for their lives, because soon after their bodies began to twist unnaturally, their forms leading to the epicenter of their being.

I did not take long before they were compacted into dense, flesh-bound orbs of silver and gold... and the horrific sound of cracking bones and splattering blood filled the air, painting the battlefield in grim hues.

"ANGELS? PLEASE... ÞU EART ÆMESTE SCOTLOCAS MID."

Merciless reveled in the chaos, his excitement palpable. Like the Mother of Lies herself, his words spilled out in a mix of English and the ancient tongue, making them almost impossible to decipher.

Similar to Spanglish... of course, if he knew both, then you would understand what he was saying.

"ALLL OF OF YOU ARE NĀNWIHT BŪTON DYSIG KID IN MY EYES!!!...

"KIHIHI...HIHIHII...ihihihihi....

His burst, as he killed and killed, at this point, he stopped counting, there was no need to count, it was not finished till all were dead.

At this point he was high... high with the influx of soul... killing him brought him pleasure, and he craved more.

And then, that was when it happened, he could feel something coming, he could feel it, he just needed to kill a bit more and he will have his first, lesser breakthrough as a result of Helena's condition.

"CUM AND FÆGNET ME... CYNNA ME, LÆTS RIPPA EALLA OTHERA ÁWEORTAN, WELCUM IN ÞǷE WERCE, GOR, AND SORG... þurh VIOLENCE WE SHALL SEE HWA IS ON RIHT!!!...

Merciless felt at home.

This was it.

This was battle.

This was the answer to all questions that were left unanswered.

At this point, a mountain of bodies lay strewn across the ground. They had weaponized formless light, but what good was that advantage against someone who moved so fast that even light itself struggled to keep up?

"Ahhahahaha! HAHAHAHAA! Wyrm! Wyrm, EALLA EOW! Hū wyrðlic! Hū beorht! Þæt swīc of deaðe... swā... ēaðmēdig! AHAHAHAHAA! Þā hlyp, þæt blōd, þæt endeleas yfel! GĒS! GĒSSSS! AHAHAHAHAHAAAA!"

He cut... he swayed... he lashed... he punched.... and ripped.

Blood, organs, and screaming children, but as the violence went on, the cry for help, soon die down.

The ground below at this point became a small river of blood.

And the air became thick with a scent far more menacing than iron, just inhaling it would kill a human for sure.

He fights, and kills, losing track of time in the bliss of it all.

Till eventually, a wave of Manevolent energy surged from Hæftbyrden as he slammed its hilt down. The force rippled outward, turning buildings into rubble and hurling Glydens into the air like leaves caught in a storm. He raised his hand, and the gravity snapped them back down, their golden bodies crumpling with sickening cracks.

His tails lashed out, glowing with gravity-forged curses, striking down those who tried to flank him. Each strike left behind arcs of bending light, the very air rippling under the oppressive pull. He twisted his body, using the momentum of his movements to create a swirling maelstrom of devastation, his every step a calculated blow to their pride and lives.

The fight had reached a point of pure chaos.

And for the ninth time, the leader of the Glydens lunged at Merciless, his radiant scythe slicing through the air. But Merciless barely seemed to notice or rather he looked down on him so much to the point he dullen his attention just to shit on him, as such it was no surprise he was sidestepping the strike flung at him with ease.

In a fluid motion, he swept one of his tails around, slamming it into the leader with such force that he was sent sprawling, and crashing into several buildings.

Before the dust even settled, two female Glydens that were beside the leader in the back tried to catch him off guard, but the moment they attacked, Merciless responded without hesitation. His armored tail lashed out, blocking their weapons with ease and leaving them unable to land a single hit.

And the worst part is that his body stays still, barely putting any effort into countering them.

The two Glyden women, radiant and fierce, surged toward Merciless with deadly intent. Their golden skin gleamed under the hues of Crimson Dawn.

One was tall and powerful, her body curvy and filled with raw strength. She wielded a spear of pure red light, crackling with energy, each movement an elegant deathblow waiting to happen. The other was smaller, her frame much more delicate but equally dangerous. She held two hammers made of glowing blue light, moving with a grace that belied the sheer power those hammers held.

Merciless, however, stood unmoving. Even with the power weapon in hand, he simply let his four armored tails take over for this fight, as Black Tail began to counter in her master stead.

Each tail twitched with controlled power, poised to strike.

The larger Glyden lunged first, her spear aimed straight for his throat.

But Merciless didn't even blink.

One tail shot out, knocking the spear in her hand aside with a resounding clang.

Before she could even shift her weight, his other tail whipped around and slammed into her side with bone-crushing force.

"AHHHHHH!!!

She screamed in pain after taking that hit, and also her physical strength was being drained somehow.

But it did not end there, because right after that last hit, she was lifted off her feet and sent sprawling into a nearby building with great force, the impact leaving a crater where she landed.

*BOOOOOOOOOM!!!....

*Shudder.... Shudderr!!...

Right after the smaller one didn't hesitate.

Using the time her sister bought she attacked.

But Merciless didn't move an inch.

His tails did all the work for him.

As they began to block each blow that came their way, countering her attacks with ease.

Soon after, one of his tails snapped out, slamming into her side and sending her flying across the battlefield. She hit the ground hard, her hammers scattered and useless.

The larger Glyden, gasping for breath, forced herself up. Her wings were damaged, and her golden skin cracked, but she roared and came at him again, this time with desperation. But Merciless didn't flinch. His tails lashed out, each strike faster and harder than the last.

One wrapped around her arm, twisting it behind her back, and another slammed into her ribs, breaking her with a sickening crack.

"CRRRHHHGAAaaAaaA!!

Her screams were heard, as she crumpled to the ground, unable to rise.

The smaller Glyden, blood dripping from her mouth, tried to rally. She swung her hammers again, but Merciless's tails moved like a blur, batting her strikes away with ease. One of his tails shot out, tripping her, and sending her crashing to the dirt. She scrambled to get up, but before she could, his tail wrapped around her throat, lifting her off the ground.

She gasped, her hands clawing at the tail, but it was pointless.

Merciless just looked at her, as if checking her out.

"Hmmm... you do have potential... Perhaps I could use you as a specimen, crossbreed your strength to forge an army. Your attacks weren't terrible for someone so... young. But make no mistake, you're no match for me. Still, a punishment is in order. For daring to attack me, you will be taught your place."

Merciless said, a cruel expression appearing on his face, sending shivers down the small Glyden spine.

The Spawnling began to shudder in fear, as she began to speak, of course, Merciless could understand her.

"Please... have mercy... We... didn't a-attack you right so, the new chief ordered us to clear this area so we c...

But before the Spawnling could continue, a finger reached her lips, as Merciless said.

"Shhhhh... scream or beg will just make this worse for you...

And suddenly, the nameless Glyden could not move her mouth it was almost as if a law had been imposed upon her being, making her unable to speak.

As such she was forced to listen to Merciless.

"So, here is your punishment... sleep. Drift into a world of dreams, where your worst nightmares will unfold before your very eyes, as my fantasies will teach you the meaning of respect for your greaters. As such, each day in the waking world will stretch into 1 year of torment in the dream world. You will wake when I deem it... but not before I say so."

"And to ensure your suffering, and to teach you your place, know this: each dream will be worse than the last... hehehe.... enjoy."

With those words, Merciless watched as the Spawnling's body went limp, falling into a deep sleep the moment the words left his mouth. Her head hung low, her expression blank as he trapped her in a twisted fantasy, using his dream magical nature.

Golden tears began to fall from her closed eyes, and her body trembled uncontrollably, drenched in cold sweat, as if trapped in a waking nightmare. The panic in her movements was clear, even as she remained lost in her dreams.

Merciless's gaze then shifted to the other sister, who screamed in terror, her eyes wide with fear. Slowly, he began to walk toward her as she desperately scrambled to crawl away, her movements frantic.

"No… no… NOOO, stay away from me, m-M-MMMonster!...

She cried, her voice trembling.

But Merciless did not care for her pleads.

As he walked ever so closer to her, unhurried... as she struggled to escape, but her flight was short-lived. She froze when she felt the weight of something heavy press down on her head, the stone beneath her cracking under the added pressure. The sensation was followed by the sickening sound of her skull giving way slightly, as Merciless began to step on her skull.

"Ohhhh no... there is no escaping, child... hmmm ohhh, what's this? You have some perverted memories, so you're the breeder for your new leader. Hmmm, Gylden culture is sure interesting. From what I have seen, I have killed a lot of your children. You're quite the fertile one aren't you."

"... hmmm what should I do with you, both you are your sister are useful... but punishment is underway... ahhh I know... I will punish you more physically than mentally."

With that, a portal opened, leading into his subjective reality—his own personal space, separated from the outside world.

Inside, he was untouchable, his power so vast that he was confident he could take on even a level 6 and maybe new level 7 vampires, honestly once one reaches the higher end of 6, and lower end of 7 they get their hands on a lore, which always give them immense power that changes the tide in battle.

So it really comes down to who has the better advantage in a situation like this.

Especially after inheriting Satan's power from AE, his power over fantasy had officially closed a massive gap in power, so much so it was above even the power system of his vampiric self.

But sadly, to unlock its full potential, he needed to retrieve the Throne of Pride, which was located in Purgatory. That realm, however, was one even he, at his current level, couldn't easily traverse without putting himself in grave danger.

His abilities, by all definitions, were downright cheating. He had so much power that he didn't even know its full extent. But one thing was certain: inside his mind, that world was his to shape however he pleased.

After he reach level 5, his subjective reality undergoes a drastic transformation. Through sheer imagination, Merciless could easily create multiple worlds and play with them however he wished.

And since anyone weaker than him, or exactly one level above him in the real world were to come inside, they would have their abilities reduced to mere fantasy in his domain, as such that would make them mortal, as all their power would be stripped from them.

In that world, he was god-like in a sense, but such was the power of Satan. The way AE reshaped reality for him, and everyone else, after making him Satan was that Merciless didn't simply inherit Satan's power. No, he became the new Satan of existence, while the old one was erased, replaced by him.

Here's a refined version of that passage:

That was the fourth blessing, one of the five gifts AE had given him in exchange for becoming her Arbiter. In essence, it made Merciless her champion—a position that many would both crave and fear at the mere mention of it.

Too bad he wasn't as strong as this in reality as he was in his own subjective realm, where his power becomes subjectively spread across the status board to flatline infinite power in all corners.

In here he could easily withstand attacks that would most likely wipe out an entire universe maybe even multiple at once, as this subjective reality boosted his stats, to the subjective status quo one needed to rule over it at its current peak, as such his power inside his Subjective reality was above what he could do in reality itself, as reality limits those accordingly, your as strong as you achieve naturally in reality, but here, it was different.

But putting that aside, he looked down at the Spawnling before him.

His hand stretched forward, and as a result, one of the rings around his hand left his wrist and expanded, and what came into sight, was something horrifying, or rather nothing, at the other side of the partal was a dark canvas of nothing.

His foot lifted from the beaten Spawnling's head, her face lifting slightly, blood, dirt, and tears streaking down her face. Her vision was blurry, but then, through the haze, she saw it.

A space so black, so vast, it seemed endless. The sight of it made something twist deep inside her—she didn't like it, not one bit. Staring into that empty expanse, filled only with an unimaginable, formless fantasy, triggered an overwhelming fear that seized her. Her body trembled, her heart racing.

She looked up at him, her voice desperate.

"W-wWhat... are you going to do to me?!"

But instead of offering her the comfort she hoped for, he simply said.

"Look."

Merciless said firmly but calmly.

Despite her fear, her eyes shifted back to the space before her, and what happened next left her in complete shock. The emptiness before her wasn't empty anymore. A burst of multicolored light, swirling with infinite energy, condensed into a single point in the void.

She was lost from where it came from.

Just looking at it felt like her very being would be ripped apart if she came any closer. But then, without warning, there was no sound: or rather the sound from the space could not leak into the space of reality.

But even she watched as the light went up into an explosive burst that began to spread.

As the darkness inside faded into hues of multi-colored spectrums, soon the light began to fade, but before then Merciless spoke, his voice cold.

"Fantasy is truly a wonderful thing. To dream is to strive, and to strive is to reach. In our dreams, we create entire worlds, full of possibilities. But when we wake, we're faced with reality, a world where limits are imposed on us. But inside my reality, there are no limits. My imagination is the only boundary."

He paused, his gaze intense as he looked down at her.

"That's why fantasy in of itself is so beautiful. In dreams, we are free to express ourselves completely. And now, I am going to give you a taste. Reality is dull, but my worlds... they're born from imagination... and I have just a world for you in mind.... kihihihihiihiihhhhiiihhihihii!!"

Merciless laugh deviously at the end.

But as he laughed, the light of many colors began to fade more and more, and something new came into view.

As the explosion of light faded, the space beyond the portal shifted, reshaping itself into a dark, hellish labyrinth.

And if one were inside, they would instantly notice that the air hung heavy, damp and cold, carrying a faint metallic stench that clawed at the back of the throat.

The walls, jagged and uneven, seemed alive; slick with a dark, viscous substance that shimmered faintly under a dim, flickering light that seemed to come from nowhere. Shadows danced across the stone, but they didn't follow the light's logic, twisting and writhing like they had minds of their own.

The corridors stretched and contorted in impossible ways. Some narrowed until it felt like the walls were pressing in, choking anyone who dared walk through. Others opened into vast halls filled with grotesque, alien structures that defied reason.

Pillars made of jagged bone twisted toward the ceiling, their surfaces etched with spiraling runes that seemed to shift when looked at directly. The air carried a faint hum, deep and unsettling, like the low growl of something waiting just out of sight.

The creatures that roamed this place were nightmares made flesh. One staggered into view, a towering thing with limbs too long and a head that split open like a cracked shell, tendrils slithering out in all directions.

Its skin glistened like wet tar, and its breathing was a guttural rasp that echoed off the walls. Others moved in the periphery, their features obscured but their presence undeniable. A flash of void-like eyes here, a claw scraping against the stone there, it was enough to set every nerve on edge.

Going deeper and deeper into this infinite world, the horror only grew. Chains dangled from the ceilings, some ending in rusted hooks that still dripped with blood.

The floors were scattered with shattered bones and remnants of things that had tried, and failed to survive here.

Messages were scrawled into the walls, desperate and incoherent, some written in blood, others carved so deep the stone itself had cracked.

This place was a living nightmare... a universe-sized dungeon of horror, infinite in size, and governed by rules Merciless had crafted. Those rules took form in a living being Merciless called a Genre Monarch, and now kneeling before him on the other side of the portal.

This Monarch was the embodiment of the fantasy world itself. To destroy it would be to unravel the entire realm itself.

It was a new life form, perhaps the most powerful fantasy-based creation Merciless had conceived, so powerful in fact, that it was a being bound to the realm of this Subjective reality, unable to exist beyond its borders.

The monarch would have stood at a towering ten feet if he was standing upright, he was a hulking figure wrapped in jagged, blood-red armor that seemed more grown from the inside of his body then to the outside, rather than being something that was forged.

The plates were uneven and sharp-edged, as though designed to wound anything that dared come too close. Its helmet resembled a snarling demon, complete with two uneven black horns curling back, and its glowing red eyes burned like embers in the dark.

A tattered crimson cape hung from its shoulders, swaying slightly as if stirred by an unseen breeze. Its clawed gauntlets looked ready to tear through flesh and steel alike, and every step it took left faint scorch marks on the ground.

Beside the monarch stood a massive greatsword, its blade stabbed firmly into the ground as if bowing alongside its master. The weapon, forged from crystallized blood, pulsed faintly with a dark crimson glow. It was crafted from Merciless's own blood, a symbol of the ruler's unbreakable connection to its creator.

The nameless spawnling trembled with fear, her soul gripped by terror. She was too paralyzed to move, speak, or do anything at all.

At that moment, Merciless seized her and stepped through the portal, entering one of his dark, horror-based fantasy worlds.

The ruler remained kneeling, but when Merciless glanced at him, he spoke

"Rise."

The faint sound of armor shifting echoed as the ruler stood, towering over Merciless, a figure far taller than him. Yet, despite the size difference, the ruler's loyalty to his creator was absolute. Just standing beside Merciless was an honor beyond measure.

And then that was when his father and creator began to speak.

"Hmmm... I think I'll call you Exodus, Monarch of Horror, my firstborn child of fantasy."

Merciless said as he eyed his creation, Exodus put a hand to his chest and greeted him with a bow while saying, his voice distorted.

"Exodus greet's father."

"....Hehe... how mannerly... good then I like you already."

Said Merciless, as he continued to speak.

"I won't be sticking around long, so let me explain why I've brought this trembling fool before me. This woman and her leader thought they could attack me and get away with it... I am an asshole, I like my get-backs, either way here is the gist of things, honestly speaking my child... I just created you on a whim, something I came up with on the spot while I was thinking of a way to punish this bitch."

"But her... her fertility sparked an idea in me. What would happen if a creature of fantasy were to mate with one of reality? What kind of twisted offspring could come from such a union? So I've brought her to you. She's yours now, or rather, she's a breeding tool for the horrors of this world."

Merciless casually said as if it was the most normal thing a person would say.

And then to top things off, he then proceeded to say.

"What kind of father would I be to give her to you as a wife? No, let her breed with the other horrors here. When I return, I expect to see the results of my little experiment. Don't disappoint me, my child."

"She is a being of light too kihihihiihi... ahh just thinking of the result is making me excited."

"And don't worry about compatibility...

Said Merciless, as he confirmed this to Exodus.

And continue to speak.

"I've changed her body so she can breed with anything alive, but I want you to be the first. With that said, I want from you three daughters and three sons. After that, the rest is up to you...

"And just so you know, once I'm gone, all her wounds will heal, and she'll inherit Michellian immortality. She'll regenerate from a single cell, making it impossible for her to truly be killed. But I've gone even further. I wrapped her soul in another layer of immortality, a conceptual barrier I created using the complexity of all things."

Merciless informed Exodus.

His instruction was clear.

"Even if she dies, she'll come back, as her body will be remade from nothing around her soul, as I link her to my prime essence, no matter how badly she's torn apart, she will come back... this means that you can be as rough as you want with her, otherwise this would not be a punishment, do I make myself clear."

Exodus of course just nodded and replied.

"It shall be done."

Those were Exodus's final words as Merciless dropped the nameless Spawn to the ground. As he turned to walk away, she somehow managed to grab hold of his ankle, her eyes pleading as she looked up at him.

"... Do...doNt... leaVe me here...

But Merciless didn't hesitate. One of his tails lashed out, striking her square in the face, sending her flying back, forcing her to release her grip. Moments later, he stepped out of the fantasy world, back into the Land of Eregore, leaving her behind.

In the next instant, the portal to the fantasy world started to shrink, and Exodus's form grew smaller and smaller, and before it fully close, Exodus send his last words with a bow, with his hand to his chest.

"Till we meet again father... I will not fail you."

The portal closed completely, and the aether ring slid back around Merciless's wrist. He looked around, taking in the aftermath of the battle, a field soaked in blood, corpses scattered everywhere. Some enemies had fled, others were playing dead, but the majority lay lifeless or dying, many of them teetering on the brink of death.

His gaze, however, was drawn to the massive holes in the buildings—the path where he had sent the Glyden leader flying. With a thought, he teleported to the spot. There, he found the leader, his body a twisted mess. Bones shattered, internal organs mangled. His arm hung limply, trembling, as the paralyzing curse cause by Hæftbyrden left him in a state more like a vegetable than a man.

Merciless looked down at the pitiful figure before speaking, his voice cold, and without care.

As he said.

"... Hmm, still alive, huh? Resilient, you are indeed. But it's time for you to die now you naive brat."

From there he raised his right hand forward, and extend his index finger towards the nameless leader, and as he did, his claws, glowing an eerie neon blue, shifted to a menacing purple.

The energy within him morphed, turning into Negative Energy.

A ball of condensed purple energy began to form at the tip of Merciless's finger, glowing with dark, destructive power. He aimed it directly at the Glyden leader, ready to erase him from existence, to send him back to zero.

"NOW DI....

But before he could finish, a desperate voice rang out, freezing him in his tracks.

"WAIT! PLEASE, GREAT ONE, STOP!"

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