Vampire: World of Blood

"So, Mr. Arbiter... is this your wish?"

Delilah asked, clearly seeking confirmation.

Merciless on the other hand didn't respond right away.

For a moment, he closed all four of his eyes at once. The world, vast, chaotic, and boundless, all seemed to shrink away, swallowed by the deep, silent darkness behind his lids. In that brief stillness, there was nothing: no sound, no motion, no teasing voice urging him onward.

For that short interval of inward satisfaction, there was nothing but him and his clarity.

And when he opened his eyes again, the calm that settled over him was palpable, like the steady weight of a decision made. He let out a quiet breath, soft and final, the sound barely audible, and said to Delilah.

"Yeah."

He said, his voice steady but firm.

"Good... well, let us settle this then."

From there, Delilah began to explain how this was going to work, or rather, how she was going to grant this wish.

"The book will be forged from your flesh and blood."

She said.

"It won't just belong to you... it will be you."

Merciless raised a brow but said nothing, waiting for her to continue.

"Whenever you want to summon it...

Delilah went on, as she went slowly to make sure Merciless understood how this was all going to go down.

"All you have to do is shape your blood into its form. Oh, and even if you lose your body, if you exist only as a memory, a shadow, or even just mere words alone, it will remain yours. The book will exist both physically and otherwise, bound to your essence, or rather, your concept of being... basically it is tied to your self-existence."

"So this power can't be taken away, and it will remember, after all, you are the source of the book's existence itself."

She said, and continued.

"The source concept of creation and destruction flows through every word written within it. It will carry your law, the absolute standard of the universe it contains. As such, dear customer, you must remember that the origin, the very source of this book universe, is your name. <<Merciless Minerva Morningstar>> Everything you are, every power you hold, becomes a concept of totality in this book universe, as it is your personal space. As such, you are basically an eternal existence without a Beginning or End. The law that is your name predates all meaning and definition. As such, in this universe, your universe, you will exist beyond both beginning and end."

"Do you understand, Dear Customer?"

Merciless naturally... just nodded and said, or rather asked.

"I understand that, in this book universe, I'll basically be omnipotent, at least from the perspective of the characters within it. It's similar to how an author has absolute control over their story; the only limit is their imagination. After all, fiction can't surpass reality unless fiction itself somehow becomes reality, and at that point, it's no longer fiction if that were to happen.

"That's just how it works...

"... So yes, I get that I'll essentially be the creator of this universe."

Argue Merciless as he took a brief pause, but continue to speak as he said, or rather continue to voice his concerns.

"But I do have a question... you see, if I were to bring someone else into this book universe, would that be possible? And if it is, wouldn't they also gain the same kind of omnipotence?"

Merciless asked.

"Here's my reasoning: everything in the book universe originates from me, yes... this is an undeniable fact, and its laws, the concepts that govern its totality, are based on the real world because I am from the real world, and that is where I come from."

"My power comes from reality, so if someone from the real world entered, wouldn't they also embody that same standard of absolution that I am to this universe? Wouldn't they, by definition, become godlike too, since they would share the same origin as me in the real world... which is just being from the real world itself?"

At these words, Deliilah smiled and chuckled a bit as she replied, educating Merciless on the topic a bit.

"Hehehe... yeah, that's about right... If you bring even an ordinary human into that world, they'd become godlike, potentially anyway. That's only if they can grasp all the supernatural nonsense and control the laws at play right away. But here's the thing: every character in that universe still originates from you as the source, so the odds of a regular human from IRL surpassing you are basically zero."

Said Delilah as she continued.

"What I'm trying to say is this: that universe and the real world are distinct realities, completely separate and operating under entirely different logic. Picture it like playing a video game on a PC. The game's world is its own reality, that being the Book Universe in this case, and you, the player, exist outside of it, that being the real world, or reality as you know it. The logic of the game is different, but in this case, you're the programmer. Whatever you decide becomes law."

"That's why I said the book itself is real, but only within its own fictional reality. Nothing from inside that world can cross into the real world. Even when you use Memory Skin to take the form of something from that universe, you're not truly pulling it into reality. Instead, it's your power; your bizarre ability to shapeshift at work."

Explain Delilah, continuing her explanation once more.

"You give life to memories so perfectly that you literally become what you remember. There are countless ways you can use this power... It's incredibly versatile. In essence, you're turning something that shouldn't exist, something unreal, into something real, with your body as the conduit."

"But in the truest sense, Merciless, you are a walking, living, breathing lie. Memories are only real for you because you become whatever you remember yourself to be. That's also why you can't retain your original form when you take on the memories of someone or something else."

"You are very lucky that this is where your tails come in handy... from what I saw, they're vital to your existence as a shapeshifter. They act as storage for your default memories, the core of who you really are. Without them, you'd risk losing yourself to your own immense power every time you become something or someone else without a way to turn back into who you really are. Your tails anchor your true self, ensuring you don't get lost in the identities you take on... So take my advice when I say... Be very careful with Memory Skin; it is a double-edged sword."

Announced Delilah as she finally ended with.

"Yeah, but aside from that, if you brought someone from the real world into your book's universe, they'd become almost godlike, since they'd exist outside the logic of that world, just like you do. But at the end of the day, if someone stronger than you in the real world challenged you inside the book, it would still come down to who's stronger by real-world standards. You might be godlike in the book, but reality is where everything is grounded in the end."

"So, dear customer, do you have any more questions?"

Delilah asked Merciless, who nodded and said.

"No, that will do."

At these words, Delilah just smiled as she extended her hand, palm up, inviting as she said.

"Now, give me your hand... and I will grant your wish."

Without a second thought, Merciless lifted his arm and placed his hand in hers.

Unlike the spectacle of his first wish, this time, there was no such drama.

Instead, there was warmth in his palms, and then it traveled up from there into his entire body.

It started as a faint hum deep in his chest, like the flicker of a new ember catching fire to dry wood. The warmth spread, slow and steady, seeping into his veins, coiling through him like the stir of something ancient waking up inside of him.

His body grew warmer, not painfully so, but in a way that felt right, like his blood was responding to something it had always known but forgotten.

The energy didn't force itself on him... It didn't burn away his old self or reshape him against his will.

It simply was.

His blood!

His essence!

His existence!

And yet, something new.

The knowledge arrived effortlessly, blooming in his mind like a forgotten idea. He could feel the book already there, already his. A concept that existed both inside and outside of him, dormant, waiting.

He understood without anyone saying a word... To summon it, all he had to do was remember himself... Remember his own name or existence in the form of a book shape in the palm of his hands.

"In this way, Merciless has become a law unto himself, one that holds no sway over the outside universe but wields absolute power within the world of his stories. How this law will evolve from here, only time will tell."

"Thus, Merciless has become a law unto himself, one with no power over this universe, yet absolute and undeniable within the universe of his stories. How this law will grow, only time will tell."

On the other hand, however, Delilah, let go Merciless hand and sad.

"With that, your wish has been granted, and I have taken all your points."

With these words said, Merciless just smiled and commented as such.

"Is that so... hehehe... I most say I am satisfied."

"Hmmm... well, you were quite the special customer indeed, so I am guessing you are going to leave right away; I can tell you are in a hurry."

"...Yes that is right... although there is one more person for whom I want your grant wishes for."

"Hmmm... and who might that be?"

Delilah asked, to which Merciless replied.

"My servant Anastasia."

"Hmmm... aghh, the Orc Princess."

Said Delilah, causing Merciless to sigh and reply.

"That will never be creepy, your all-knowing nature that is."

Delilah just smiled at his words and replied back.

"... Well, your about to have a taste of how it feels right with that book of yours... but either way, hold on to this."

Delilah reached between her breasts, and Merciless didn't quite know what to say about it. Admittedly, he'd taken a growing interest in this woman's impressive cleavage for a while now, though not for the obvious reasons. His eyes, imbued with the power to reveal truths; were telling him exactly what he was looking at.

It wasn't just cleavage.

Between her breasts lay a space, a bizarre, infinite pocket that defied logic. The deeper he peered, the more terrifying it became. What she kept stored in there would drive most people insane.

It was more than a hiding place; it was a prison, a vault, and an arsenal all at once. Concepts resided there, bound and stored like trinkets. Weapons and artifacts were piled in abundance, prisoners of unknown origin trapped within that void.

From where he stood, Merciless decoded the overwhelming information with his special eyes, though it trickled in slowly, as if the space and her boob itself resisted his understanding.

Delilah's <<Boob Space>> as his thoughts crassly labeled it, contained far more than simple items, it held cosmic strings, entire planets, galaxies, universes, and even alternate realities. He spotted realities neatly contained inside snow globes, floating serenely. At one point, his gaze caught sight of an actual mansion, suspended in the surreal emptiness.

Even though it was just the information, his imagination struggle to imagine the information been told to him.

And yet, he couldn't tell what this place truly was. Was the space between her breasts literal space? Or was it a gateway to some unfathomable pocket dimension? Merciless couldn't say, but one thing was clear: Delilah was easily the strongest being he had encountered in this exam.

"Hm… where did I put it?"

Delilah muttered, her tone casual, as she rummaged through her cleavage. One by one, she pulled out a staggering assortment of items, ancient weapons, shimmering artifacts, and things Merciless couldn't even begin to comprehend.

"Ugh, not there either."

She continued digging through her clevage qith her hands and hair that move like a limb, her brow furrowed, until finally, she brightened.

"Ah, there it is!"

Delilah pulled out a small amulet. It was pitch black and oddly shaped, its strange contours accented by two neon-blue fangs on either end.

"Here you go, dear customer."

She said, holding it out toward him with a satisfied smile.

"Please, take this with you."

Said Delilah to Merciless who looked at it, his eyes decoding as per usual to find out what it was, but before he could get anything about it, Delilah explained.

"This artifact, dear customer, is a key that will allow you to enter my dwelling... My home, a place adrift in another realm, beyond the pale of the mortal world. It is a token I bestow only upon those of singular worth. To deny an Arbiter such a gift would indeed be unseemly. Ah, and on the matter of Arbiters… should you next cross paths with the Lady of Lies once more, the Spawn that made you her Arbiter, Heir Candidate to the Origin, do offer her my regards."

"Now then… I have taken measure of you this day, and I sense promise. Perhaps you and I might yet forge a prosperous accord. Should you possess anything of worth, artifacts, knowledge, power; do not hesitate to seek me out. After all… a good trade is a bond unbroken."

Said Delilah, Merciless on the other hand took the amulet, and watch it, before nodding his head, and placing in over his neck. And strangley it fit him quite well, and match his style of clothing. But that aside, Delilah gave him, of expectatiion as she said.

"Ah… that does suit you well, I must say. But, setting that aside, why not summon the Orc?"

At these words, Merciless just nodded, and said.

"Anastasia is infront of me."

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"HAHAHAHAHAHA!! OH, WHAT'S WRONG?! DIE, YOU STUPID BITCH! DIEEEE!"

Anastasia's voice cracked, spiraling into shrill, broken laughter that echoed like shattered glass.

"WHERE'S ALL THAT GOOD SHIT YOU WERE TALKING A MOMENT AGO, HUH?! HUH?! HUUUHHHHHHH?! WHAT HAPPENED?! TELL ME!"

Her words slithered out, venomous and jagged, as she gripped the air with her hand, mimicking the motion of choking someone. Her rage was palpable, an unstoppable flood, but there was no mistaking the cruel satisfaction on her face. She was high on the suffering she caused.

Around her, five glowing aether rings spun violently, each one opening a portal to a different sun. The heat pouring through was blinding, oppressive, deadly. Whoever Anastasia was fighting, they were choking, burning, dying slowly, their very existence reduced to agony beneath her grip.

And still, she laughed.

The inferno roared, and her body bore the price. Her skin blistered and charred, clothing disintegrating in the blaze, but it didn't matter. Her Michelian DNA fought back, regenerating her body at breakneck speed, flesh stitching itself back together as quickly as it burned. The sight of it was grotesque, like watching someone die and be reborn over and over in the span of seconds.

Anastasia's laughter broke into howling mania, her head thrown back, her bloodshot eyes wild with madness.

"YOU AIN'T SHIT! YOU HEAR ME?! YOU..... AIN'T..... SHIT!!!.... huh

Her voice ripped through the air like a rusted blade, sharp, cruel, and unrelenting. But it stopped abruptly when she realized the bitch who had crossed her was no longer suffocating beneath her phantom grip.

On the other side of the chaos, Merciless and Delilah stared at her with identical deadpan expressions. Delilah, unbothered, had already raised a conceptual barrier around them both, an impenetrable shield that blocked out all attacks from the outside world.

Anastasia froze as the realization set in.

Her eyes darted around her surroundings, her rage giving way to confusion.

"Ha… where is this?"

She muttered, voice faltering for the first time.

Her gaze finally landed on Merciless and Delilah.

Recognition flickered, and her expression shifted.

"Master."

She said, her tone softening.

Merciless blinked at her, unamused.

"Yes,... Space Girl, it's me, your master."

He tilted his head slightly, brow furrowed.

"Though I have to ask… who the hell were you even fighting?"

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