Vampire: World of Blood-Chapter 114: Correspondence

Merciless’ eyes drooped, and the world around him began to blur, the sharp edges of reality fading into an indistinct haze of slumber. Darkness enveloped him, an inky gulf stretching in all directions, consuming the shreds of consciousness. Yet, within that blackness, little glimmers began to stir—light, not harsh or blinding, but gentle and otherworldly, like the echo of stars long gone.

The lights flickered, creating shapes, scenes, and images that danced before him as if projected by an invisible hand. It was like a dream, but more vivid and real, as if he had slid past the limits of sleep into a realm where the very fabric of existence was made from the strands of his own imagination.

As the images coalesced, Merciless felt the presence of something vast and incomprehensible watching him from the shadows. It was a being without form, without substance, yet it was everywhere, permeating every facet of the dreamscape. The Unwoven. She was not a single entity but a multitude, a convergence of all that was and all that would never be, a paradox of existence and nonexistence intertwined, the logical and illogical.

In the depths of this dream, Merciless perceived the Unwoven’s fascination, her obsession. She watched him with an intensity that bordered on fanatical as if he were a puzzle she had never been able to solve.

He was a part of her, born from the nothingness that was her essence, yet there was something within him that set him apart. Something ancient, more ancient than she herself, that coursed through his veins, a chaos unlike any she had ever encountered.

Merciless perceived many things in this dream, one of which was his freedom from birth, yet it was also a shackle.

"The mirror of creation shatters in the dark abyss, deep within the beast’s belly. I am forced to watch the me of today as it watches back into the me of tomorrow, which is the you of the now. Looking down upon the me of the now, each fragment determines my fate, irrevocable and meaningless, or so it should be."

"But my being was different, capable of shattering the banal and irrational with enough time. Yet it watches and only watches, like numerous fragments floating in the sea of inevitability, continuously watching on and back, knowing that what has been set cannot be reset because it would disrupt the balance."

"In my situation, everything swims in the sea of inevitability, and yet I escape, but not in the way I intended; I deceive creation, I fool myself, and I have no idea what this means. If everyone swam and sank, submitting to their inevitable doom that is their inescapable fate."

"Then I’d be the exception; I didn’t swim, but instead sailed above it in every way imaginable; it couldn’t reach me, but I still followed its desire. I was bound by its existence, yet free from its ultimate decision."

That was who I was in this Tree, but in reality I was something different.

"I was chaos, the solitary expression of chaos that was independent of all others, yet there was more independent variation out there as well, just lesser than I was in meaning; in creation, there was no other like me, yet it existed, and even that was me, or so I believe. Essentially, I am not from here, but from elsewhere; I am not sure how I know this, but I do. While here, I saw things differently; in layman’s terms, it was similar to the saying, "We may see, but that doesn’t mean we understand." My mind is free of ordinary restrictions; I can see my true self, but I am unable to truly grasp it for what it is."

Yes, he was indeed chaos.

This chaos did not corrupt or destroy; it did not spread like a plague or bend the fabric of reality into bizarre shapes. It was pure, a singularity in and of itself, a power that appeared to coexist perfectly with the nothingness of the Unwoven. And it beckoned to her, with a gentle, compelling tug, as if it had been created only for her.

Or that was how the great mother saw it.

In reality, it was purely one-sided, for the chaos Merciless was made from was neutral to all.

But the Unwoven saw it differently.

She had existed in every reality that is a part of the Tree, emerging in infinite shapes, each reflecting the nothingness she inhabited. However, she noticed something odd in Merciless. This anarchy, this purity, it was as if he were the other half of a cosmic equation, the duality of its own uniqueness that she had no idea she lacked. It completed her, and in a twist of irony, she felt that it was she who was drawn to him, not the other way around. Although she did not want to admit that.

Merciless began to understand as he moved deeper into the dream. The Unwoven desired him not just as another manifestation of her power, but also as her vessel, representing the equilibrium she had always sought but never found. She disliked chaos and despised it for the mindless carnage it caused, but anarchy in Merciless was something else.

It was peaceful, serene, almost welcoming. And, while being the mother of all things, the source from whence everything else arose, Merciless was beyond her comprehension.

He was an outlier, a break in the otherwise flawless fabric of reality, a human-well vampire whose mere existence contradicted the natural order. Merciless was an anomaly in the broad tapestry of reality, a paradox that should not have existed—a being formed by the convergence of forces that were never meant to interact.

In a universe where every thread had a place and a purpose, he was the stray strand that weaved through the pattern without rhyme or reason, a contradiction given form. Yet here he was, defying the Nothingness inevitability, standing as the answer to a question that had never been asked till now and might never be asked again.

To the Unwoven, Merciless was more than just a child of her nothingness; he was something altogether different, something that eluded her understanding. He was young, barely a whisper in the boundless corridors of time—a nascent force not yet fully realized, a spark in the shadow of the void’s ancient flame.

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He was not even a proper newborn in the grand scheme of things, but despite his youth, there was something unmistakably special about him. His very nature was a correspondence, a bridging of two irreconcilable forces. Where her nothingness was the light that consumed, created, and erased, his chaos was the darkness that expanded, overwhelmed, and corrupted.

Instead, they coalesced, forming a cosmic magnet that pulled everything into a single, unified existence. He was the synthesis of her essence and the chaos that lurked beyond, a living contradiction that embodied both the void and the abyss that is capable of expressing all source that joins it, he was creation’s answer to disharmony.

The Unwoven, with her infinite wisdom and limitless power, understood now. Merciless was more than simply a part of her; he was a conduit from which sources could be expressed together without the problem of each other existence being opposed from each other in one body. He was her dual companion, the solution to the discord of creation that had tormented existence from the beginning.

The equilibrium she had long sought but never found was personified in this single being. And while she observed him, and felt his presence ripple through the dreamscape, she made a decision that would change the destiny of the tree itself in the far future.

In the past, when she found beings of her creation, she would convert them to nothingness, absorbing them back into the void from which they had sprung, or she would simply create them from scratch; Silk is an example of one of her own creations from scratch. They were only echoes of her strength, transient and insignificant. But Merciless was different.

He was a riddle, a puzzle she couldn’t answer, and as such, he had a special place in her staggering mind. Instead of wiping him in order to restore his existence to a greater level of nothingness, she would make him a part of herself in a way that no other had ever been.

She would channel a portion of her boundless essence into him, allowing it to permeate his entire existence and mix with the chaos that already ran through his veins. This was more than just a transfer of power; it was a fusion of their fundamental essences—a seed of her endless nothingness planted within the core of his being, where it would take root and expand with time.

Merciless felt it right away—a delicate, almost imperceptible shift within him as if a new star had risen amid the vast, dark expanse of his soulless being. The touch of the Unwoven’s essence was slight, almost like a whisper carried on the wind, yet it contained a promise, a potential far beyond anything he had ever experienced. It was only a seed now, a glimmer in the endless night, but as he grew, so did this bit of her, until one day it blossomed into a force unlike any other.

The power within him would expand and evolve, preparing him for the moment when he would stand before the Silver Gate of the Source, guarded by the ancient and powerful Grand Hex. And when that day arrived, when he finally reached her heart, they would become one and the same, their essences melding as one and the same.

But until that day comes he would have to settle with this gift, but even then, Merciless status was not that of a manifestation, it was something even higher, Merciless was to be the future vessel of the Unwoven, but till then he must be prep for her source to settle in with his without problem due to difference in power.

Merciless was more than just an entity created out of chaos not from here, most likely somewhere in the deeper expanse of the Everdark, the realm or void space in which the Tree floats in and cannot perceive what lies beyond the expansive; he was the correspondence, the sponge destine to devour all source as his. He was the solution to creation’s dissonance, the key to restoring the universe’s long-lost balance.

Finally, when all was said and done, he would restore balance to all that was and all that would ever be, combining the other expression of nothingness that inhabits their cosmological apogean that floats in the Everdark space like a planet or star in space, and the Chaos that infects these Omega structures, for example, the Tree of Knowledge is one of infinite cosmological apogean, and Merciless is such an existence that he is without a doubt an entity of order capable of bringing all expression of nothingness and Chaos into a flawless, harmonious whole.

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