Vampire: World of Blood
Chapter 219 219: Spawnhood VIII

"I see... good, very good... Looks like I didn't get ripped off, after all... HAHAHAHAHA... how marvelous."

Merciless let out a haughty laugh, calm but dripping with satisfaction. He was clearly pleased with himself, and why wouldn't he be? The trade he had struck with Almagia was nothing short of exceptional.

'One half-dead Glyden for ten Absentisia.'

He mused inwardly to himself with a smug grin.

In Merciless's opinion, deals like this didn't get any better. As far as he was concerned, this was a marvelously one-sided victory.

Merciless was in an exceptionally good mood, his demeanor practically radiating smug satisfaction. Anastasia, however, couldn't quite understand why her master was so pleased with himself, and her puzzled expression made that abundantly clear.

Shifting her focus away from him, she glanced around, taking in the scene. The place was an utter hellscape, littered with the mangled bodies of dead Glyden. The stench of death and despair hung thick in the air.

As her gaze wandered, Anastasia's attention was drawn to a trembling figure. It was a female Glyden, crying tears of blood and shuddering violently, though she appeared to be asleep. Anastasia immediately recognized her as the unfortunate victim of Merciless's cruel punishment.

But the sight of pain, suffering, death, and more death made her wonder, as she said while turning back to her master, and she inquired as such.

"Sooooo, Master....

Anastasia called out to Merciless, breaking the silence and snapping him out of his euphoric state.

"What are you planning to do with all these dead bodies? Are you just going to leave them here?... or....

But before Anastasia could finish, Merciless was on the uptake, as he stepped forward and said.

"Ohhhhh, themmmm...

Merciless said casually as he continued by saying.

"Don't worry about it. I plan to take all these bodies with me... or rather...

He paused for a moment as he began to think about something, and moments later, a confident glint could be seen in his four eyes as he finished his sentence.

"...My precious Space Girl, I think it's about time you got a promotion for being such a good girl. You've only been around for a couple of months, but you've come such a long way to get where you are now."

He declared this with pride for his servant, his gaze locking onto Anastasia. She blinked, her face a mix of surprise and confusion, clearly caught off guard by his words.

"...A promotion?"

She echoed, unsure of what to make of this random event.

However, Merciless just nodded as he said.

"Yes, a promotion... I would like to make you into my first Matriarch."

"...Matriach?!...

Anastasia said, and of course, Merciless began to explain.

"Yes."

Merciless began, his voice steady and calm, and his words were full of blatant pride in himself.

As he began to speak.

"You see, my precious Space Girl, after my evolution, I became something called an Arbiter, thanks to a... let's call it a very fateful encounter...

Said Merciless as he continued to speak his mind.

"You see every Spawn, at least Outer Spawns and Originators can appoint an Arbiter. But Originator Arbiters—they're entirely on another level from the Arbiters of an Outerspawn. They're classified as higher beings because of the sheer potential they possess when compared to normal ones."

"And luckily for me, I'm what's called a True Arbiter, a judge, a champion, someone who serves an Originator. In my case, that Originator is a 2nd generation one, known far and wide as the Mother of Lies herself, Æthelthryth. I work for her, and in return, she grants me incredible power. Being her champion has given me blessings, abilities, and perks that only True Arbiters can access."

He said then paused, stepping closer to Anastasia.

At the same time, he released his grip on his colossal halberd, Hæftbyrden; the weapon didn't fall to the ground. Instead, it hovered in place, held aloft by its own semi-sentient power, as if it refused to rest without his command.

Merciless now stood in front of her, looming over her smaller frame.

Anastasia looked up at him, her face a mixture of surprise and confusion. She had so many questions swirling in her mind, but before she could even think of where to start, Merciless made his move.

Without a word, he grabbed her firmly, his grip strong but oddly gentle, and leaned down.

"...Master... what are you doing?! ...

"Promoting you to a higher life form... just stay steady and let me do my thing."

The euphoria didn't last long though.

Soon, a deep, heavy drowsiness crept in, pulling her down like an anchor into the depths of sleep. Her eyelids fluttered as her limbs grew weak, and just as her consciousness began to slip away, Merciless' voice echoed in her mind, soft yet commanding.

As he began to inject his blood into her.

'You should know something.'

His voice continued, as though whispering directly to her thoughts.

'I've evolved past what you'd call a regular vampire; I went from a six-generation being to a fifth-generation being.'

'To put it simply, I am the only existing and the first instance of a vampire that has reached this level, as such, I have all the characteristics of the prior generation and the new characteristics for the new generation; you could say this made me become a Progenitor... or rather the king of a new species of vampire.'

'...Something far greater than the vampires we know today. In simpler terms, I've broken free from Eos' blood and his outdated concept of what a vampirism should be. That old lineage no longer defines me, and it should not define you either. Instead, I've created something new... something better.'

'I'm no longer tied to the rules of the vampire clans—I've become something entirely my own. A new Vampire king.'

Merciless said, his tone calm but brimming with purpose.

'If I'm going to kill Eos, I can't remain just a vampire. I need to transcend to become a Spawn like him. And when the time comes, I want to see the look on his face when he realizes I've created a race far superior to his own race. By the time we clash for supremacy, it'll already be too late for him to stop me... hehehe...

Merciless laugh happily.

As he continued with the utmost joy in his heart.

'...Ah, you have no idea how good it feels to say that name without the weight of his blood passively making me feel fear... Every time I used to say Eos, I always felt like he was there despite never meeting the guy, but now I don't feel his presence at the mere mention of his name anymore, because to me it has become nothing more than a name... This means I am free... completely and utterly free from him... HAHAHAHAHahahahahaHAHahahah!!!'

He paused, his gaze sharpening with quiet resolve.

'However... For now, I'll stay in Michelle's shadow; let him believe I'm harmless. But the moment I've gained the strength I need... I'll take his head and end his reign once and for all.'

Her mind, heavy with exhaustion, barely clung to his words, but the meaning of them resonated deep within her.

The last of his messages was.

'And now, Space Girl, you're coming with me into this new chapter.'

'I'm making you something far greater than any vampire that's come before or will come in the future. You're no longer tied to the Michellian bloodline; you're becoming a Morningstar vampire. The first of my kind, the start of my legacy.'

Merciless said as he ended his message with.

'So for now, Space Girl, Sleep... because when your mind wakes up again, you'll be in a familiar space... but you'll need to make a choice... Choose wisely, just as you did for your Ichor.'

His words wrapped around her like a lullaby, and it wasn't long before she was knocked out.

As his voice faded, Anastasia's mind finally gave in to the darkness, and she drifted into a deep, heavy sleep. The world around her disappeared, but the weight of what had just happened lingered in her unconscious mind, waiting for the moment she would wake.

At that moment, Merciless took the falling Ana and placed him back inside his Subjective Reality, leaving him as the only person currently awake in this place.

"Well, I finally got to do that, and I can't wait to see the result of my kilde.... With this, I can sire as many 5th-generation vampires as I want."

"Soon enough, I will do Hector, then Substance, and then I will look for more people to sire... and eventually I will have a powerful army of my own, one that will march up the realms alongside me till their is only faithless belief... I am really looking forward to it."

Merciless spoke in a calm, confident tone as his gaze swept over the scene in front of him. The devastation was undeniable; nearly the entire Glyden force had attacked him, leaving behind a battlefield littered with nothing but their bodies.

The carnage was staggering, to say the least, and horrifically one-sided.

But that did not stop him from doing what he was going to do next.

"First, let's make use of these bodies."

He said to himself as he went to work.

He raised his hand, and immediately, something unnatural began to happen. The fallen Glydens' golden flesh started to shift and rise, as if pulled by an invisible force. Every fragment of their bodies—flesh, bones, blood—lifted into the air, drawn together into a single mass. It grew larger and larger until it formed a grotesque sphere, pulsating like something alive despite being utterly dead.

In his mastered state, his Valkos armor was picking up familar signatures coursing through the flesh pile. As such Merciless began to study the energy radiating from the sphere. And after a minor analysis he quicly realize there was more to this ball of flesh than he gave it credit for.

Before his eyes, it wasn't just a ball of twisted biological matter, it was brimming with power. Within it, he sensed nearly close 300,000 distinct light base weapons, their presence sharp and undeniable.

The sphere started to glow, and Merciless armor reacted instinctively, its weapon assimilation ability kicking in. It could feel the countless weapons embedded in the mass, waiting to be claimed, however because he fuse it like this, the weapon inside fuse togther as one. What had once been a graveyard was now a treasure trove of raw potential, and Merciless stood at the center of it, utterly unshaken by the horror of what he had just created.

"...This is....

He stood, momentarily stunned by the unintentional creation before him. But instead of lingering in surprise, Merciless acted quickly. Valkos unique ability activated instantly, unleashing a pull that made that made the dazzling storm of lights come towards him. A rainbow of radiant energy erupted from the fused mass, each hue swirling and merging into a single brilliant current as they move downward.

The torrent of light elongated, stretching downward as if being drawn into something unseen. In an instant, the fused abomination of weapons and biological matter coursed through Merciless Valkos armor.

The armor responded instinctively, assimilating the essence of the countless weapons that once belonged to the fallen Glydens. The process was seamless, efficient, and unnervingly precise, as the power of the dead was absorbed into Merciless ever-growing arsenal.

The power of the Glyden coursed through Merciless, surging into him along with fragments of knowledge about their unique abilities. The information was chaotic and disjointed from the violent merger, scattered like shards of glass across his mind. But Merciless, with his mastery over memory and his innate connection to the very concept of thought and comprehension, was undeterred.

In mere moments, he pieced together a functional understanding of their power, adapting it to his will. However, what intrigued him most of all was the unique ability of the Glyden race, known as the Uriel.

Uriel, as Merciless came to understand, was a systematic like power, a force that grew stronger the more a Glyden absorbed light into its being. Every Glyden weapon held a unique ability tied to either light or darkness, but Uriel was something far more profound. It wasn't merely an enhancement; it was a command inside a weapon of light or darkness itself... an imposed law that bent the surrounding light or darkness to its will.

Unlike the vampires Ichors or the Aristeus Lanca, Uriel wasn't rooted in physicality or biology. It was entirely conceptual, a conceptual command inside a light or darkness base weapon that turned the natrual light or darkness itself into a tool.

Glydens could harness light or darkness from themselves or around them to create energy-based weapons, and through the power of Uriel, they could embed those weapons with commands, each glyden has a unique command from they were born, the range of those commands depends on how far their light travel, and how powerful their aspect of darkness is within themselves, as such they can use Uriel to send directives that rewrote reality within the bounds of light and darkness.

For example, a Glyden might craft a scepter of light and imbue it with a Uriel command that manifest asa conceptual core of darkness within, light defines speed of attack, and range of attack, darkness defines the power and quality of an attack and is the invisible manifestation of Glyden unique command that gets stronger the more light and darkness they absorb.

In that orb of darkness, it hold the conceptual order, and that power could be a command that says: "All attacks will be reflected back to their source." Once embedded, the light would enforce this rule, redirecting every hostile force as though it were a law of nature.

And the more light and darkness a Gylden absorbed the stronger that Uriel becomes.

And the more they do this, the stronger and more intricate these commands could become as well in quality and detail, evolving like lines of code written to reshape existence itself.

In this particular instance, the Uriel of the fallen Glyden had merged into something entirely new, an anomaly that defied the rules of traditional Uriel weapons. It wasn't just a fusion but a complete mutation, resulting in what could only be described as a "corrupted Uriel."

The merging process had scrambled the individual abilities of each Uriel weapon, leaving behind a single chaotic force. The commands of the original weapons had been obliterated, replaced by an entirely new, warped ability that defied logic. This mutation didn't disappoint Merciless; in fact, it delighted him.

His lips curled into a sly grin as he assessed its chaotic potential.

"My luck is off the charts lately."

He muttered, inspecting the bizarre weapon. Its sole command was "unpredictability," the power of the command within this light and darkness base weapon was the power to scramble the very fabric of reality's information.

In simple terms, the weapon was inherently unstable, capable of mutating anything it light touched into something entirely nonsensical. The outcome could be disastrous or miraculous, entirely dependent on the target and circumstances.

Even more intriguing, Merciless realized, was its versatility. This abstract weapon could take on any form he desired, whether a shield, a blade, or even something as mundane as a pear. But its true power lay in its conceptual nature.

It wasn't bound by physicality but existed as a force of reality itself. The mutated Uriel's reach extended across vast distances, its light spreading like a ripple through existence. Within its range, anything weaker than it, whether organic, inorganic, or conceptual would succumb to its corrupted law, twisted and reshaped by the randomization of reality's very structure.

Currently speaking he could effect anything in the range of galaxy with this thing, but anything stronger than Lesser Lower 5, would not be affected by its power.

Although it can grow the more light and darkness it absorb.

This was not just a weapon if you think about it logically speaking; it was akin to weilding a personal phenomenon in ones hand, a force of nature that redefined the rules of existence itself.

As such as Valkos glowed, an abstract light of many colors appear from his gautlets, as he look at the corrupted Uriel, and said...

"Hmm... I'll call you Pandora's Box."

Merciless mused, turning the weapon over in his hands.

"A fitting name for something so unpredictable. You'll either ruin me or hand me victory on a silver platter. Let's hope it's more of the latter."

He smirked, his neon blue eyes flickering with pure amusement at the bizzare weapon.

Then, his gaze shifted to the massive sphere of flesh and blood hovering above him. At the sight of it, an idea began to form—a gamble, reckless yet irresistible.

"Unlesss.... hmmm yeah that could work...

Merciless said to himself.

As he never tried something like this before, but he wanted to give it a shot anyway, given he had a shit ton of abilities at this very moment.

"Well I will try you out, along with a new combo technique I am going to make up on the spot here."

At these words Pandora's Box shimmered, shifting shape in his hands, chaotic colors swirling as it transformed into a sleek, twisted longbow.

Without hesitation, Merciless grasped the bow and drew back its string, aiming directly at the grotesque mass.

"... Lets hope this works... although I have no idea what I am going to get, hope its something really good."

"Either way though... This is going to be interesting."

He murmured before activating Jordan's Grand Order on himself.

"For the next five minutes, my luck will soar."

The moment the order took hold, a surge of power rippled through him like a wild fire. His luck, now amplifying at a contious rate for the next five minutes.

But Merciless wasn't finish here, he was just getting started.

A familiar blue glow radiated from the right side of his chest, it was his immaterial heart coming to life. The Core Collective began to activate, tapping into all 12 conceptual spaces at its disposal. Each one carried an identical essence of luck, layering seamlessly atop one another to amplify Merciless's fortune to staggering levels. It wasn't just luck anymore; it was an overwhelming cascade of cosmic favor, woven together into himself.

The Shagoths voice rippled into a flood of madness as they all said togther, brining their belief into single point of shared agreement across the twelve concepts of self increasing luck.

[Increase luck, increase luck, increase luck, increase luck, increase luck, increase luck, increase luck, increase luck, increase luck, increase luck, increase luck, increase luck, increase luck, increase luck, increase luck, increase luck, increase luck, increase luck, increase luck, increase luck, increase luck, increase luck, increase luck, increase luck, increase luck, increase luck, increase luck, increase luck, increase luck, increase luck, increase luck, increase luck, increase luck, increase luck, increase luck, increase luck, increase luck, increase luck, increase luck, increase luck, increase luck, increase luck, increase luck, increase luck, increase luck, increase luck, increase luck, increase luck, increase luck, increase luck, increase luck, increase luck, increase luck, increase luck, increase luck, increase luck, increase luck, increase luck, increase luck, increase luck, increase luck, increase luck, increase luck, increase luck, increase luck!!] *10,034

It was nothing short of maddening, yet Merciless wore a proud, almost triumphant smile that seemed to outshine the chaos itself. His body began to emit a vibrant blue light, illuminating the land below in a surreal, otherworldly glow.

A radiant neon-blue aura enveloped him, with Merciless at its very heart, pulsing with unrelenting intensity.

As his luck surged to unprecedented levels, charging to its peak, the timer on Grand Order hit 4 minutes and 58 seconds. Without hesitation, he released the bowstring. The arrow, forged from the volatile fusion of light and darkness, shot forth faster than the speed of light itself, a streak of brilliance cutting through the sky as it struck the massive sphere dead center.

And then, that was when it happened.

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The light erupted in a breathtaking display of neon-blue auroras, a celestial spectacle so vivid it momentarily drowned out even Formless Light own light. It refracted through the air, shimmering across the land like a beating pulse of radiance. But as quickly as the brilliant cascade spread, it began to fade, dimming into nothingness.

And then, darkness.

A shadow stretched over the world, a deep, oppressive void that swallowed every trace of light. Something impossibly vast loomed above, its sheer presence enough to drown the area it darken in despair.

Merciless's four glowing neon-blue eyes widened in stunned disbelief as he tilted his head upward, his voice breaking in awe and horror.

"Oh... OHHH my God...

Suspended extremley high in the sky above him... was an eldritch ship of impossible scale, its alien architecture stretching across six massive solar systems. Its surface gleamed with an unholy, otherworldly gold, the metal's luster marred by pulsating veins of flesh.

The grotesque fusion of organic and inorganic materials seemed to shift and writhe, as if the ship itself were alive.

Which is was.

Since Merciless saw an indefinite amount of chi coming off the damned thing.

Colossal tendrils extended outward from the ship's core, each one larger than entire planets. They twisted and coiled like the limbs of some ancient sea leviathan, their surfaces covered in spiraling, runic patterns that glowed faintly with an ominous red light.

Some tendrils ended in jagged, claw-like structures, while others branched into clusters of writhing appendages that radiated a sickly, golden luminescence.

At the heart of the monstrosity was a titanic, circular structure resembling an unblinking eye. Its center swirled with a kaleidoscope of colors that shifted too quickly for comprehension, as though gazing into it would unravel the mind. Surrounding this "eye" were layers of concentric rings, each brimming with jagged protrusions and covered in pulsating, sinewy tissue that emitted an eerie, rhythmic glow.

The ship's hull was riddled with massive apertures that opened and closed like breathing wounds, releasing bursts of golden mist that could spread across star size structures.

Along its underside, countless smaller, insect-like entities scurried and swarmed, their grotesque forms too distant to fully discern but horrifyingly numerous.

Merciless could only see it because his presence now extended across a galactic range, his awareness woven into the very fabric of reality in that range. The sheer magnitude of the ship, its alien grandeur and incomprehensible design, was enough to make even a being like him feel dwarfed and fragile.

And when his eyes look at it, thats when information came into his eyes.

"Unnamed: Mothership... of an Unnamed Species....

His glowing blue eyes remained fixed on the gargantuan, grotesque ship, the enormity of its presence still sinking in. The vision alone was overwhelming, but before Merciless could fully process the sight, a familiar voice broke through his thoughts... not Mercy this time.

It was Carmilla.

Her voice rang in his mind, steady but tinged with an unsettling calmness, as if she too were grappling with the enormity of what they were witnessing.

'Master... that thing just sent me a signal. It's asking if Father would like to board... or if it should remain in one place to let its sensors analyze the surroundings."

Her words sent a ripple of unease through him. The idea that this colossal monstrosity,this eldritch construct of gold and flesh, vast enough to span many solar systems, could communicate was troubling enough.

"Hehehehe... I really am lucky today aren't I?....

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