Vampire: World of Blood

"I yet struggle to fathom how thou hast forged a bridge to the very Memories of the World... Hm, how best to frame mine thoughts? Aye, that shall suffice. Truly, thou art a rare sort indeed. To serve thee was most assuredly the proper path. For one such as thee, thou art a most dependable man, all things considered."

Silk said, as she look down upon the golden bridge, it form at edge of Merciless inner world. And then unto Merciless, she look at him taking in his new form; to be precise he was basically eye candy. His current form was like the pure and literal definition of breedable Daddy material.

Originally he look like a boy between the age of 18 to 23... But now he can pass for 28... To an extremely handsome 32 year old man.

Silk gazed down at the golden bridge forming at the edge of Merciless's inner world, her expression thoughtful. Her eyes then shifted to him, taking in his new appearance, a striking transformation. There was no denying it; he was the epitome of alluring, exuding a raw and magnetic charm that could only be described as dangerously captivating.

Before, he had the youthful charm of someone between 18 and 23, but now he carried the refined, mature appeal of a man somewhere between 28 and an impossibly handsome 32.

Silk circled him slowly, her chin raised thoughtfully, one hand resting lightly on her lips while her lower arms folded together. A pleased expression crossed her face as she spoke.

"I must admit, the evolutionary changes within the vampiric race are naught short of extraordinary. With each transformation, thou dost grow more radiant and commanding... Even now, as I stand before thee, I find mine eyes drawn to thee, unable to look away. Heheh... Yet, I must say, thy fifth evolution hath truly done thee justice, boy. Nay, not a boy, this transformation hath made thee a proper man. Technically speaking, nearing three hundred years of age dost mark thee as an Elder in thy kin's traditions. In the vampire community, the first hundred years art but thy adolescent phase. Between two and two hundred and fifty years, thou art considered an adult. But beyond three hundred years? Thou art officially a senior vampire, eligible for the rites of passage as decreed by thy kind's customs."

Said Silk as she looked down at Merciless, floating in the air. Her large form levitated effortlessly off the ground, her ample breasts jiggling with the slightest movement. Meanwhile, Merciless, back to his stoic self compared to the intense euphoria he had shown just moments ago, simply responded as such.

"Well, I won't lie, Level 5 has opened doors I never imagined possible. Who would've thought I'd step away from the biological path and into the abstract realm of shapeshifting? But, in the end, form and body mean nothing to me. I can be anything, anyone. The more I evolve, the less human my thoughts become."

Merciless admitted, opening up his thoughts on his current form, as he explained how he currently feel after attaining level 5.

"If you were to ask how I compare to when I was at Level 3, I'd say back then, I felt like a vast body of water; contained and settled, like a planet: strong, efficient, versatile, full of potential for a lot of things, and over all, extremely destructive... But now, I feel like a endless body of water without a container, and everything within that water is me, just as I am the water itself. Heh... It's as if I've stepped into the immaterial that is my mind, yet I remain tethered to the physical that is my body you can say that my evolutionary path ha split into a perfect 50/50 Mind and Body alike. The immaterial path is powerful, yes, but without the material world, it wouldn't exist."

"And right now, I feel as though my mind is water, and my body is its vessel. What I think, I become. What I am, I am. So yeah, you're right."

Merciless said, a charming smile appearing on his face, as he finished his response with.

"Level 5 rules... Seriously, it's done more for me than any other level so far. I can confidently say I've surpassed even my father as a shapeshifter; well, in some aspects, anyway. From what I know, he's a quantum shapeshifter, immensely powerful and precise. Me? I'm more of a bio-fallacy type shapeshifter."

"My forms are lies… and yet, they aren't. For as long as my memories project through my body; which archives them perfectly, I can trick myself into believing those forms are real. And because I believe it, I become it. My body essentially acts as a conduit for my memories and imagination."

"The way I see it, my level 5 Shapshifting is like an original book and its fanfiction. The foundation is rooted in truth, but the rest? Pure fantasy. My shapeshifting is heavily imagination-based. I can bring life to the memories within me, and even to the things I imagine, simply by remembering what I've envisioned. That's what makes me unique. My body doesn't just change, it becomes the embodiment of my memories, that what it means to give life to memories, as long as a I treat anything as a memory that lie can be born from my body."

Said Merciless as he fol his hand, on the other hand though he look at bridge, a knowing smile resurfacing back on his face as he commented as such.

"Either way... With this bridge my Shapshifting powers will become even more profound once I explore that domain. On the other hand how are things on this side Silk, anything new."

Merciless asked Silk who replied as such.

"'Tis not so, in truth. Since thou last departed, little hath changed on my end. I have refrained from trespassing upon the dreams or Inner Worlds of others. Yet, I did chance upon Carmilla. I must admit, thou dost possess a curious talent for drawing women into thy fold. Just as thy form, verily, is a garden of untold potential, is it not? A repository of mysteries vast and unfathomable. The blood of Michelle courses through thee, thy peculiar expression of vampirism, my very facet entwined with thine being, the ichor thou bearest… and now, it seems, thou hast taken upon thyself the mantle of Arbiter for a most vexing existence. Such feats accomplished in but a fleeting span of time. Truly, thou art an enigma most profound."

At these words Merciless just chuckled as he gave Silk a firm look and said.

"Well... We all have our own goals and dreams, you and I alike, dreams so big."

Merciless said, before pausing mode sentence and finish by saying.

"That it is impossible by the standards of normality. And for that reason, we should strive to be anything but ordinary. Either way, though, Silk, I think I'll be heading back now. I'll come visit you again soon. I presume you're eager to venture into the Memories of the World, correct? If you wish to, I won't stop you, but be cautious. From what I've heard, that place is incredibly dangerous. Enter with care if you decide to explore it."

His words aim at Silk who merley replied back as such.

"Hmm... Thou dost make a fair point. Even so, I am hesitant to tread into that place. Through the memories of mine familiars, I have gained a fair understanding of what lies within. Yet, every miracle or chance encounter they have managed came at great struggle. To this day, none of mine familiars hath returned alive from that treacherous part of the Mental Plane."

This claim naturally has grab Merciless attention as he said ask Silk as such.

"I presume your familiars were unfortunate enough to be targeted by a World Spirit, correct? Or perhaps they entered through the Trial of Dreams... Though if memory serve right such an opportunity only arises for those deemed worthy by the collective to become a guardian."

"Apart from those two paths, any other means of entry into that place is through a backdoor method, much like the one I did here. Typically, ordinary individuals cannot, nor should they be able to access the Memories of the World, unless, of course, they are a World Spirit."

Merciless asked Silk who just nod her head and replied.

"Thou art is indeed correct... Mine dear familiars were most unfortunate to encounter a World Spirit during there time of life."

"As thou knowest, World Spirits possess the ability to draw any they set their gaze upon into the Memories of the World were their power is at its most strongest, pulling them in with irresistible force.... To be honest some World Spirit are so strong with The Memories of The World to The Point they contend even with like of the powerful Worms, or Godlike beings for the mere fact once inside the Memories of The World the connection within gives them an infinite amount of power they can draw upon to sustain and empower their abilities to immense degree."

"Although thine great self would not be suprise if thou art is already aware of this as well, given thine unique gifts and understanding in the field of memories, that World Spirits function much like the lawkeepers of the Mental Plane. Though the Mental Plane is, by its nature, a lawless and chaotic realm; akin to unpredictable dreams fraught with immense danger, it doth abide by certain rules and regulations."

"At times, immensely powerful Dark Ones reach this realm. Other times, Worms or chaotic entities with a mind-affinity intrude, sowing disorder. As such, to counter such threats, the Mental Plane employs the Seed of Legend within the Memories of the World, birthing World Spirits from ancient, powerful memories of the past. These spirits rise to repel or destroy such dangers."

"In much the same way that white blood cells defend the human body, so too do World Spirits protect the Mental Plane. One might rightly say they are its white blood cells, dedicated to the eradication of anything that threatens the balance of the other world."

Silk explain to Merciless who just smile at this and said as such.

"Of course, I'm well aware. That's exactly why I made this wish using the power of the strongest Djinn I could possibly find. I see immense potential in the Memories of the World and the Seed of Legend within it. That's why I went out of my way to secure a way for us to enter and exit as we please. So as we are now, it's true that traversing the Memories of the World is dangerous. But as the old saying goes, the greater the risk, the greater the reward. For someone without my power, it might seem like a crazy place to go, but for me, especially as a Level 5; all I see is an endless buffet of memories, waiting to be used by me in limitless ways."

Said Merciless who at this moment was starting to fade away, as he gave Silk knowing face and commented to her before his disseapear from his inner world.

"By the way, the next time I come back here... Let's go on a date... I want to get to know my queen more after all... Till we meet again Silk."

Without leaving room for a reply muchless denial, Merciless form disseapeared from the inner world as he was about to wake up.

This made Silk blush a little as she had with both of her form arms folded raising her massive pair of tits beneath there hold.

"Truly, what an extraordinary man. He hath grown so accustomed to women that even his casual discourse carries a flirtatious charm. Hmmm... I cannot say I dislike it. I rather admire a man who is forthright in his desires, one who knows what he wants and pursues it with unwavering intent, even if the path be morally ambiguous. Such determination, such ruthless ambition, is a trait most befitting a man."

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"Hmmm... Were am I?"

Asked Merciless as he stirred slightly from were he lay, rousing from his slumber. Instead of the barren desert he'd expected, a cascade of golden hair fell across his face, catching the light from a crystal chandelier overhead. A soft, heavy weight pressed against his cheek, a comforting warmth that left no doubt as to its source.

His eyes fluttered open, revealing a pair of perky nipples hovering tantalizingly close. A soft sigh escaped his lips as he realized he was nestled comfortably in Delilah's lap.

His eyes look forward, the aurora of the world itself cover the night sky, there was no stars; just an endless hue of endless colors. Light of madness that flood sky above without remorse.

Naturally he move accordingly, his presence stretched rapidly as he began to see through his aura.

As a result, he quickly realized they were on a large pyramid, at the very top of which was a decorated altar. To his side, a seven-lobed, green leafy fan hovered over both him and Delilah, seemingly moved by an invisible force fanning them both.

While the upper part of the temple altar was massive, offering the best view of the monstrous desert below, filled with giant sandworms. These were not ordinary sandworms, but another type of spawn species, different from the 9th lineage vampires... instead these were of the 11th lineage.

Naturally his eyes perceived the truth of their being. They were called Monogolians, 8th-generation spawnlings. They possessed the ability to phase through matter and fuse their souls with other things that swam through creating more bodies that would slowly transform into more Monogolians with said composition they were from to begin with, eventually capable of independent travel. And right now, hundreds, if not thousands, of them were guarding this pyramid

Looking at her, Merciless couldn't help but reply as such, saying.

"Hmmm... At this point I am convinced you are trying to seduce me."

Delilah just grin, rubbing his head as she retort his claims by saying.

"Opinion without evidence is just weightless words... But that aside, you still have your points, so tell me what is your second wish?"

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