Vampire: World of Blood-Chapter 138: Back To The Waking World, But Only A Nightmare Awaits

Merciless realized his time here was up when he felt the familiar tug of reality pull him back from the depths of his inner world. He had just cultivated a vast, altered landscape—a chaotic region imbued with the essence of stolen dreams—but further progress would have to wait.

With one last look at the towering Celestial tree, now more beautiful than ever, and the newly formed regions, he allowed himself a moment of satisfaction. Each fragment he had ingested was a step forward in his quest for more power, and while it was only a small step, it was still progress nonetheless.

"Mmm, not a bad hall at all; this was a much-needed step forward. Silk, you did well in this case; just don’t push yourself too hard."

Merciless spoke to Silk as he rose from his laying position and began walking forward. His mind searched and threaded around the new addition to his inner world one last time before departing for the world of the waking.

Silk, who had been discreetly observing him, went nearer as his form began to waver, indicating that he was about to awaken. Her eyes, a whirl of dark appeal and aged wisdom, reflected a hint of hesitancy.

"Art thou leaving already?"

She inquired, her voice tainted with a bitterness she attempted to conceal. A delicate, sorrowful smile appeared on her lips, reflecting her actual emotions.

Despite her great knowledge and power, the seclusion of his inner world sometimes be stifling, and Merciless’ presence provided rare consolation, especially now that both he and she herself shared the same aspect.

"Thy company is always appreciated, more than thou might know. But I understand... Thou art preparing for what could be thy most perilous venture."

Merciless turned to face her fully, his expression softening slightly, as his lower eyes closed, and his upper one remained on her.

"Indeed!"

He replied, his voice calm yet resolute.

"The hunt draws near; Anastasia should or is almost ready by now, and I must be ready too. But rest assured, I am satisfied with the progress we’ve made tonight."

Silk nodded, but the anguish in her eyes lingered. She understood and even admired his tenacity, but the prospect of his departure left her feeling empty.

The relationship between them had deepened, and his direct presence, while transient, had become something she treasured.

"As such!"

Merciless continued, a faint smile curling his lips, as he began to imitate Silk in a joking matter to lighten up the mood a little.

"I bid thee farewell, for now. But worry not; I shall return tonight, as promised. There is still much to be done, and I shall stop by here again."

Silk’s smile grew warmer, though still tinged with melancholy.

"Then I shall await thy return, my dearest partner."

"As you should, I mean you can still talk to me via our telepathic connection."

"Thy comment is indeed true, but I find greater solace in thou art direct presence."

Merciless simply replied.

"Heheh, just yesterday I can remember you were on such a high horse, I guess the bond between those of the same aspect is something special, but either way I will return like a promise."

"Heheh, just yesterday I remember you being on such a high horse, to the point where you were mostly unbearable, and probably would have been more annoying if I hadn’t gotten rough with you; ahhh, I’m so lucky my tolerance for bullshit is zero."

"But I guess our interaction is special; I suppose, after all, the bond between those of the same aspect is unique, but either way, I shall return as a promise, so don’t worry yourself too much about it."

Silk didn’t respond, instead, she just chose to stay silent.

Merciless seeing this just began chuckling to himself as his form began to fade, becoming less distinct with each passing moment, but then, all of a sudden, Merciless suddenly paused, as if struck by a thought. His eyes met Silk’s one last time, his gaze steady and unwavering.

"Before I forget."

He said, his voice carrying an air of finality, once again jokingly copying her way of talking to add some humor into the air.

"From this moment onward, I promote thee to be my representor in this inner world. Guard it well, Silk, for it is as much thine as it is mine."

Silk’s eyes widened in surprise as the weight of his words hit home. She opened her mouth to respond, but before she could finish her thoughts, Merciless had vanished, his form disintegrating into nothingness, leaving only an echo of his existence.

As of this moment, only Silk was once again in this world.

she sighed at the moment as she walked back to the celestial tree, summoning her usual tea table, she took a seat, and then a sip of the poured tea as she commented shortly after.

"May fortune favor thy hunt, Merciless. I shall stand guard until thou returnest."

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At this moment, Merciless eyes, open up, the scent of his and Substance’s lovemaking now stale, but still lingering in the air was evident.

The instant he awoke, he didn’t need to be briefed about what was going on in this dimension; he knew Substance wasn’t here, and she was currently training both Guiltine and Bassion.

When Substance woke up, she went to check on Ana and noticed that the two were training with terrible form and technique, so she decided to improve them, showing them the proper way one can use their abilities.

"Well shit, that woman is just too perfect, well I expected this much from Substance after all, as her creator I only accept the best of the best, even if she was made by Hector."

However, at that moment, Merciless thoughts went on Hector, as he said to himself.

"Wait shit... Hector... why has he not contacted me yet...

"Damn is he okay... fuck it... I will be damned if something hurts my dog...

With that said, Merciless began to close his eyes, attempting to establish a connection through their blood bond. But when he tugged on it, there was no response, indicating that Hector was still unconscious. This perplexed him; was Hector, by chance, still asleep?

Was the first train of thought that came to his mind, and as such he began to think of a way to reach Hector from where he was, till eventually, a thought came to mind.

"Should I try it?"

Merciless’s eyes glint with wonder as a gnawing unease twisted in his gut. The lingering sensations from his inner world faded, replaced by the stark reality of the waking world.

A creeping dread slithered through his thoughts, whispering that something was wrong. Hector was out there, vulnerable, and Merciless couldn’t shake the feeling that his right hand had stumbled into something beyond his control.

"Damn it, Hector, what did you get yourself into?"

Merciless muttered to himself, a grim resolve setting in. But his previous wild idea sparked in his mind; one that could be their only shot at pulling Hector out of whatever mess he’d found himself in.

Merciless began to piece together the plan. The blood bond they shared wasn’t just a symbolic connection; it was a conceptual link.

Hector had taken his blood into his own veins, binding them in a way that went beyond mere camaraderie. It was this bond that Merciless would exploit.

"If Hector carries my blood, then he’s a part of me… an extension of my own existence basically, so this should work."

Merciless reasoned the concept of his weird idea taking shape in his mind.

Closing his eyes, he focused inward, reaching out with his consciousness, threading through the intricate web of his bloodline. He searched, probing through the myriad connections until he found the faint, pulsating thread that linked him to Hector. The connection was subtle, almost elusive, but it was there; a steady heartbeat, echoing in the depths of his awareness.

A smirk tugged at the corner of Merciless’s lips.

"Got you!"

He whispered, his voice laced with both relief and determination.

Drawing upon the connection, he sent a single, potent command via Grand Order through the bond.

The order itself was a simple one; wherever Hector was, Merciless gave the order to make him cry blood.

This was all he needed for him to get to him in an instant.

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Miles away, in a place far removed from the safety of the familiar, Hector lay asleep, unaware of the command surging through his body. His eyes, closed in restless slumber, suddenly twitched. The skin, well in his state, the wooden frame beneath both his eyes slit as the law itself rewrote reality for his being to make the order come true.

Beneath them darkened as a thin line of crimson welled up from the non-existing tear ducts, spilling over and running down his cheeks. Blood—Merciless’s blood—mixed with his own, staining the sand beneath him.

Merciless felt the connection surge to life. The blood that now touched the earth was his own, and through it, he could manifest, using it as a conduit to traverse the distance between them.

A grim satisfaction settled over him as he began to dissipate, his form unraveling into a mist of shadow and crimson, blending into the ethereal plane.

The world around him blurred, reality warping as his consciousness traveled through the blood bond. He felt the pull like being drawn through a narrow tunnel until he reached the other side, where his presence began to coalesce.

"I swear to god if something hurts my dog, im going to massacre that something, if not now, then rest assured some other day."

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The blood-stein sand began to vibrate; it had already settled in, but the link had already been created, with a hand erupting in hilarious fashion, followed by another, and then a head. It wasn’t long before Merciless’ full body appeared from that one drop of blood, which he teleported himself to this place with.

"Well hell, that was quite the experience, to say the least."

Merciless said to himself, as of right now he was still naked but could feel a cold breeze blow on his body.

The scene that greeted him was one of twisted, nightmarish beauty.

Merciless found himself on a desolate beach, the sands were normal, and only beneath his feet was it damp with blood; the very tears Hector had shed. But the sand was not out of place for say, rather it was everything else.

"Holy shit!!"

Merciless breathed, taking in the surroundings.

The sky above was a tapestry of swirling auroras, their vivid colors throwing an eerie glow over the terrain. Despite the brilliance, there was no sun; only an unending expanse of darkness broken up by shifting lights.

Massive, jagged mountains loomed in the distance, their summits slicing through the sky like the teeth of a massive beast. The air was thick with a sense of foreboding as if the entire atmosphere was alive with evil.

Beneath his feet, the sand was cold and grainy, but when he looked at the water, he saw something far worse. The ocean; if it could even be called that; was a viscous, purple muck that oozed and writhed as if it had a mind of its own.

The shoreline was lined with twisted, gnarled remains of trees, their bark blackened and split, seeping a dark substance into the ground.

"What the hell is this place?"

Merciless ask before another question escapes.

"No better yet, where is Hector."

And the moment he asked that it was when his question was answered in the most fucked up way possible.

A single drop of blood fell from above, splattering on the ground before him, while some splatter on his face.

"Ha?!...

Merciless said as he slowly began to look up, his breath catching in his throat.

Hector, along with several others, hung in the air like macabre marionettes. Their bodies were torn apart, limbs severed and floating separately in the air, yet there was no blood, no gore. Instead, their flesh had been transmuted into wood, their skin hardened into smooth, lifeless surfaces.

The joints of their bodies, where the limbs had been separated, were connected by thin, golden threads that glowed with an otherworldly light, suspending them in a ghastly display.

"Whatttt the fwuckkkk....

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