Vampire: World of Blood

Merciless raised a brow alongside Delilah, looking towards Anastasia as the heat of her aether rings began to cool, the blazing suns slowly dimming to embers. He crossed his arms, his voice low but firm.

"Space girl... who the hell were you even fighting?"

Anastasia laughed nervously, jagged even, as she rubbed the back of her head and said.

"Hahaha!! well Master...

She said while looking away from his eyes.

"Suby and I were just exploring the area, talking about girl stuff after you left us without a word, and out of nowhere she went poofed... gonzo... disappeared into thin air! So, there I was, wandering around... alone... um, minding my own business...

Merciless cut in, deadpan.

"Minding your own business, hmmm... Alright, go on."

"Okay, so... to keep it short."

Anastasia started her tone casual but laced with obvious annoyance.

"So basically, Master, I ran into a group of vampires, along with a ton of their servants and even some powerful familiars. And wow, they just couldn't shut up. All smug, crawling over each other, throwing crap at me. One called me fresh meat like I was supposed to be scared or something. Another genius looked at my tits and said, She is definitely a size queen, whatever the hell that's supposed to mean."

Her expression shifted, half-amused, half-irritated.

"But the real fuckery began when this one chick had the audacity to call me a cow; yeah, a fucking cow, just because she's flatter than a damn cutting board."

Anastasia rolled her eyes dramatically, her tone dripping with sarcasm.

"Real original, right?"

She smirked, her eyes narrowing as her voice took on a darker edge.

"So, obviously, I saw them for what they were; a big ol' point farm for Mommy Ana... And, well, I wasn't going to let all that free XP go to waste, plus...

She added with a casual shrug.

"They gave me the perfect excuse to beat the ever-living shit out of something before... y'know, things escalated to straight-up murder... and somewhere along the line, I go too carried away taking my anger out on that flat bitch."

Her grin turned sharp, playful yet unnervingly serious.

"They had it coming."

After this, Merciless turned to Anastasia with a deadpan look so flat you could set a drink on it. Then, almost in perfect sync, he glanced at Delilah, who returned the same deadpan expression, as if they'd rehearsed this for hours. Slowly, their gazes drifted back to Anastasia, who, like a guilty puppy caught chewing on a shoe, immediately turned her head away, pretending to admire the completely unremarkable scenery.

"I plead the fifth."

She muttered under her breath, raising an imaginary halo above her head like she wasn't the walking definition of chaos.

The silence that followed was so thick you could've sliced it with a butter knife, and for a moment, it was like the universe itself paused to facepalm.

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Merciless let out a chuckle, shaking his head, palm still on his face, clearly amused.

"Man, Space Girl, I swear, I fucking love you sometimes. You never fail to crack me up, like ever. You're just... endlessly entertaining."

He smirked, clearly amused, before gesturing toward Delilah.

"Anyway, enough about that. Space Girl, this is Delilah, the Djinn. And Delilah, meet Anastasia, my Kilde's Kilde."

Merciless said as he introduced Anastasia to Delilah, who approached her and looked down at the small orc. Though Delilah was much taller than Ana, the latter showed no fear or perhaps was simply skilled at hiding it. But as Delilah studied Ana, something unusual caught her attention.

Much like Merciless was protected by Brunhilde, so too was Anastasia.

Behind her, Brunhilde's shadow crept up, peering into infinite timelines and possibilities, searching for glimpses of her potential future. In every scenario, Brunhilde was present, silently watching Ana as if to warn her.

Don't do anything foolish.

Delilah's gaze locked with Brunhilde's, and the intensity of the stare was chilling. It left her questioning even.

'Honestly, are all of Merciless's loved ones guarded to this extent by the Daughter of the World Tree?'

But nevertheless, she extends her greetings by saying.

"It's nice to meet you, young one."

Ana just looked up and replied back.

"Heyyy... agh... So you are a Djinn?"

"That's right, I am a Djinn... and as I once told your master, my wishes have the power to change the destiny of those who seek them. So, child, what is it that you want? I can see you've quite a few points accumulated."

Delilah responded back to Anastasia; on the other hand, Merciless looked at Ana and then back at Delilah as he said.

"Well then, I think I will leave you too be; I still want to test out my own wish, Ana; she is a very powerful Djinn; her wishes are literally life-changing, so take my advice when I say that you should think very carefully what you want to wish for."

At these words, Merciless, just leave them be given neither of them time to reply back to him.

With that, Merciless left the two behind, descending the steps of the massive pyramid. Halfway down, he paused and looked up, his gaze meeting the immense, imposing form of Formless Light. Then he looked down, taking in the chaotic swarms of the weaker generations of Spawnlings moving restlessly below.

He stood there for a moment, surveying the scene around him. Taking a deep breath, as if to steady his thoughts, he opened his hand and spoke.

"I guess it's time... Time to test out my Book Universe... although just calling it that seems wrong."

Merciless said to himself as he began to think a little, and then it hit him.

"Hmmm... I was never really good at naming things, but I will call this universe, no, this book of mine, The Fantamonicon... The Book of Worlds."

"It's time to breathe life into this creation of mine and wield its power. Everything within stems from the source of existence, my essence."

"The laws of this universe are not random; they are shaped by the expanse of my imagination and the core truths of my being. After all, I alone hold the power to recreate, reshape, and redefine the aspects of my existence, establishing the absolutes that govern this Book Universe. This is the authority of creation within itself after all. Still, Ana will likely be occupied with Delilah for some time."

Merciless spoke, his voice steady, as the image of the Fantamonicon began to coalesce in his mind. The moment he envisioned it, the air around him seemed to ripple, growing heavy with an unseen force.

Slowly, the book began to take form, not by mere summoning but by an act of creation that was deeply visceral, almost disturbingly intimate.

It emerged from him, his own flesh and blood responding to the call. Tendrils of sinew unfurled from his hands, twisting and binding together with a sickeningly organic sound and motion.

His blood pooled, then hardened, shaping itself into an enormous tome the size of an ancient encyclopedia. Its cover was a deep, almost wet-looking red, veined with black that pulsed faintly.

The edges seemed to fray slightly, not like paper but like the fibrous strands of muscle barely held in check.

The Fantamonicon remained untouched by Merciless's hand, its pages blank yet brimming with potential. Despite this, each page held the power to become a story, as each age can hold infinite words.

A story that, by its very nature, would birth a unique and fully formed universe. The book was a paradoxical creation: empty yet infinite, unwritten yet alive. Each page wasn't merely a blank draft; it was a doorway to a cosmos, distinct and independent, waiting for Merciless to bring it into existence.

But the real question was: what kind of story should Merciless write? He pondered this, speaking aloud to himself.

"Well, I could create a ridiculously overpowered universe with all sorts of busted nonsense. Sure, I can design godlike characters, but there's a catch. When I use Memory Skin to shapeshift into those characters or things, as such, I need to match their strength to even take on their form in the first place."

"And then there's the bigger issue: because of the nature of my wish, I can only create universes or stories where my aspect serves as the source of their existence."

He paused, tapping his fingers thoughtfully on the book.

"Hmm... decisions, decisions... What should I do?"

At these words, Merciless began to think long and hard, and that was when it happened; a good memory began to appear in his mind.

It was the scene on the day he met Michelle.

His final recollection as a human brought a rare grin on his face; he genuinely harbored a deep affection for Michelle, which was strangling enough. He knows that Michelle is a multifaceted person, yet she was a fortuitous meeting that profoundly improved his life.

"Hehehe... so its true what they say... stories born from emotion are often the best."

"I remember that night... hell, how could I forget?"

Merciless thought to himself as he continued.

"I was a mess, a broken man in a broken house, convinced that the universe had given up on me. The whole world felt like it was laughing at me, treating me like dirt."

Merciless stated, as he recalled the noises he heard in his house that day, combined with the dread of impending doom right around the corner.

"I was ready to die, and it seemed like fate had decided to take me down, throwing me around like I was just some insignificant speck in the grand scheme of things."

"And just when I thought all was lost...

The faint image of Michelle came into his mind, his hand to his stomach as he could recall the phantom pain.

"I thought it was just another hallucination... but when that kid appeared... when Michelle showed up with his eerie voice in my head... I didn't even know what to think."

But in his human life, well, the life he remember atleast, before he became that disgusting messed known as Mercy.

Only Carmilla, treated him like he was worth something, between her and the drugs, those were the only beautiful thing in life.

And the only good memories he had as Mercy.

The high and escape from reality drugs offered him was some of his best memories.

But her smile, her beauty, her persona, her attitude, everything about Carmilla was beautiful, and to this day, she was the greatest regret of Mercy Morgan... now he is Merciless Elderblood II.

But tha aside, on the verge of death, Michelle his sire, gave him a second chance at life.

And that was another one of his precious memories.

"Do you want to live?"

It was a simple question, yet it carried so much weight. The answer, too, was simple, but it marked the turning point in his life.

"I was desperate. I'd have done anything to get out of that hellhole, but it felt like something more than just a decision. It was a choice between life and death... and fate decided to play its hand."

"Michelle saw something in me... Maybe he saw something worth saving, but if I'm honest, I don't think I deserved it. I wasn't worth his time if you think about it logically, not by any stretch. I know what kind of person I am, I'm that guy, the cringey one, the edgy one, the selfish one. Too proud for my own good, and, let's face it, as a person even now, I've got some of the ugliest flaws you could imagine."

"I am a complete asshole... Yet, despite it all... I wouldn't change a thing about who I am... Because, I am who I am. I'm only human, after all. Heh, ironic, isn't it? Here I am, playing God, yet I'm no longer human either. I left that behind, and to be honest, it's my greatest fear, hehehe... I am scared to ever be weak, to be vulnerable, to be... human like I once was. But... maybe there's more to it than I thought... Hector is my day 1 right hand, Michelle my savior... Substance my precious creation and one of my lovers, the same with Ana, hehehe... yeah It's not all bad, after all."

"However, deep inside, I am hurt, broken, and because of this can't nor will I ever move on, I still crave revenge. I still hunger for it. That hasn't changed one bit. But... maybe I don't have to be so cold, so distant at least to the things I love and deem as my property. I don't think I'll ever make true friends, though. Not me... Maybe I will have a shit ton of woman, sure, or a drinking buddy or two. But no real connections. Still, one thing's for sure: my goal remains. The Gods will pay for what they've done to me, and my revenge will be brutal."

"But there's something else gnawing at me. I feel like I owe it to Mercy to live the life he never got to have. He died that night in a horrible way. Maybe it's time to honor his memory... maybe I'll make a grave for him or something to remember him by, a place to mark his sacrifice, his death, the one that gave me a second chance."

"I'm not Mercy anymore... but I am him. In a way, I am. It's tragic, really, how beautifully poetic it is."

"For that reason I say... Cogito ergo sum. I think, therefore I am... for I am Mercy. Not the human one, though. He died that night. What's left now... is Merciless, the vampire, Prince of the Michellians, and Grand Duke of Lavatos. And the man who was once Mercy lives on through me as Merciless."

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"Heh... I think I got a bit too emotional there. But, oh well, there's no one around to hear it, is there? I'm too proud to just admit these feelings outright. I'd rather show them, you know? Actions speak louder than words, after all."

Merciless said to himself as he looks at the Fanatamonicon, and open it, and a black quil, his blood being the ink, came into being, as he said.

"Alright then, let's create the first universe. I already have the motivation, the story I want to weave. It's strange, though, knowing that what exists within it is real... but at the same time, I'm so far beyond it all, I see everything as nothing more than fiction."

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