Vampire: World of Blood-Chapter 148: The Last True Vampire I

In the unending expanse of a void-like space, floating panels whirled around a vast, brilliant blue core that resembled a spherical formation that seemed quite similar to an enormous star, but in actuality it was far larger, about the size of a super massive galaxy cluster; so much so, that Merciless decaying ice age look like ant before a bus.

This core displays real-time streams of multiverse data, with a particular emphasis on the House of Ghal’s complex financial operations over multiple realities.

Different currencies from alternative realms or planets in different universes were displayed in dynamic graphs, while live footage captured the House of Ghal’s best agents in action.

Some of these agents were seen building vital diplomatic alliances in this universe and other universe within the faze or other fazes in other strings, while others went on adventurous excursions in search of rare artifacts, but the majority were focused on obtaining genetic samples from the furthest corners of the multiverse; samples of unfathomable value.

Some panels were continually uploading new data, revealing significant discoveries, while others were debunking previous research, replacing erroneous assumptions with new, more believable facts. Other displays were designed to discern opportunities, discovering unseen passageways and profitable ventures buried around the multiverse.

Several panels were formed expressly to watch the House of Ghal members, arranged according to their position in the pyramid. While the higher-ranked members had complete privacy, the lower-ranked members did not have this privilege; as their private lives were being observed.

Normally given how many member were apart of the House, the limited amount of pannels were enough for the mere fact each pannel were no smaller than a small planet; while other were the size of large stars.

Their were countless amount of them, all of which were floating around the this giant blue core; that was processing all this information; along side other variants of itself; that merley help with their intial navigation.

This was the true form of Ceridwen; this was her main body, or the true form of the Ceridwen network.

It monitored, and keep track of all the House information, in the truest sense you could even say Ceridwen was the House of Ghal main database.

And as of right now it was currently focusing on one task at hand.

Investigating, Merciless current situation.

The variant disconnecting was one thing.

But the bigger problem lies in the fact that the connection wasnt supposed to happen to begin with.

As such, that brings up the question of how on the board; unless it was done by an outside source of course.

But that in of itself, was no easy task either to begin with.

However What’s done is done; as such she had to fix the problem.

Because a variant breaking away from the collective would put the House of Ghal’s secrets at jeoprady.

These variants, albeit appearing autonomous, were never genuinely independent. They were tied to her "Collective Core," also known as her "Cauldron," or "Heart," this core or heart is the very fundation of her existence; the core essence of her concept and will.

So it goes without saying just how serious this situation is.

And why it needs to be fix.

For this very reason, one panel that was blank was what made her piss; she was perfect, yet this one panel contadict her existence as the perfect security system.

The panel connected to Merciless.

The disconnection of one of her variants—a fragment of her consciousness that had suddenly broken free—loomed as a troubling anomaly in the pristine perfection of her system. The implications of such a break were disastrous.

[This should not have happened.]

Ceridwen’s words echoed throughout the infinite void, an omnipresent murmur emanating from every panel and bit of data. Her voice carrying a strong sense of desperation in it.

[A disconnection was never supposed to occur. The protocol must be corrected.]

She focused her immense computational power on one task now; fixing the breach. Her very core hummed as vast amounts of energy gathered, channeling her will and essence into a singular purpose.

Into a singular form

The panel diplay indicating Merciless’ activity flickered with irregular data, giving Ceridwen the few hints she could uncover concerning the nature of the disconnect. It was not natural. A force outside her network had intervened, strong enough to break the connection. But what or who had the power to accomplish such a feat?

The answer eluded her, for now.

[Regardless of the cause.]

Ceridwen mused.

[The solution is clear. I must create a unique variant; one specialize specifically for this task.]

The process started. Within the enormous expanse of her core, algorithms developed, crafting sophisticated code that would serve as the foundation for her new, distinct varisnt. The floating panels surrounding her shimmered and distorted in response to her will’s gravitational pull.

Blueprints of various complexity began to emerge, each more advanced than the last, twisting in the space around her; interweaving raw data into a singular form.

[Initializing fusion matrix.]

Ceridwen declared. The panels, like obedient servants, responded instantly, feeding streams of data into the forming variant. She would create something far beyond her previous extensions; a variant that could operate independently, without ever risking disconnection.

This would be Ceridwen-V, also known as V-Prime.

I wasnt long before a seperate sphere of information was before her core, as the radiant sphere of energy pulsed into existence. It was a swirling, luminous mass of data, energy, and her core essence.

The process of creation was delicate, complex, and utterly precise. The sphere shimmered and expanded, as Ceridwen channeled pieces of her own consciousness into its growing form.

The sphere began to shift, taking on a vaguely humanoid appearance. Its surface suddenly transmuting from raw energy and data, and shape shifting causual into a silver Mercury like liquid with blue outlines; eventualy a curvy humanoid shape was born; featureless as before.

Constantly in motion; an ever-evolving structure of adaptive alloy and data streams. Its eyes, two glowing orbs of pure blue energy, came into focus, radiating with intelligence. Within its core, a fragment of Ceridwen’s mind pulsed, imbuing the creation with a sense of purpose and unyielding loyalty.

[Mmm... this should do; this battle and intellectual variant has a specialize software to adapt to any threats that come her way should suffice for this delicate task at hand.]

Ceridwen intoned as she examined her work.

[You won’t fail. No! You can’t fail... However, your assignment should not be overly complicated; your mission is relatively straightforward. Find the dissconnect variant; if reconnection is impossible, terminate it to prevent information leakage.]

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"Could that be why she sent you here? It makes perfect sense! If you were turned into a spawn, Eos would surely try to hunt you down and bring you under his control!"

Carmilla said; at this point as she was going off pure speculation here. Guessing Michelles intent at the very least.

However, using historical documents, the House of Ghal gathers fr4om Keziah’s journals. This makes sense if the current Michelle is familiar with the Spawn race, which is highly likely if Merciless is present here, after all; why else would he be here.

But you would need a powerful spawn parent to protect you from him, even if Eos can’t take control of you once you undergo spawnification. Oh, this is incredible! This is absolutely perfect!"

But as Carmilla explains this.

"And that would mean you need a parent no lesser than a...

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She was suddenly stopped by Merciless, who began to speak.

"Carmilla."

Merciless said, in a calm, but Menacing tone, which caused her ranting to stop. As the shift in personality suddenly went dark.

"Ummm.... yes boss?...

Carmilla asked; weary of Merciless’s sudden attitude change, to which Merciless began to reply.

"There is so much I want to ask and say right now... but one statement of yours is making me boil with rage right now."

Merciless said as the temperature in the room started to increase due to his rising emotions; the conditions for miasma increasing in both quantity and quality had been met.

As the miasma began to feed on his emotion of anger burning it away, and then began to speak.

His voice was not loud, nor did it hold cracks in them; yet it was stern, as dark miasma flames started to escape from his body.

The flames began to spread rapidly, to the point where his own subjective reality was being burned away and traces of the outside world could be seen through scorched layers of reality breaking down before the Antithesis properties of Miasma.

Carmilla suddenly felt that she needed to answer carefully, as she asked, choosing or attempting to choose her words wisely.

"Um, boss... what’s on your mind; why the sudden mood change?!"

Merciless Subjective reality around his range began to break apart, but before he could get any more piss; he too his right hand place it at his heart and said.

"Order Command: Calmness & Peace of mind."

He muttered, the order pouring into his essence as he allowed it to take effect, but it did not totally soothe the wrath, instead limiting the destruction to his office space.

"Carmilla, do you mean what you said?"

"Ummm about you being a legendary existence."

"No, fuck all that prophetic bullshit and that messiah nonsense you see in me. I couldn’t care less about it. Yeah, I get it—you all think I’m some kind of miracle, the chosen one or whatever—but I really don’t give a damn. What I do care about is what you just said. Who the fuck cursed my sire? No, I know you said who did it, but seriously, you’re telling me that Michelle got screwed over by his own creator... because of fucking daddy issues?"

Merciless said; his anger imminent.

And Carmilla responded.

"Yes!"

That response was all Merciless needed for him to make up his mind.

"Carmilla."

"Yes, boss."

"How does one go about killing the vampire king?"

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"No, Carmilla, this isn’t up for debate, sweetheart. That shitty king has fucked over my Michelle one too many times. First his unborn child, now this? Oh, hell no!! I’m getting it back in the blood for my sire. This isn’t up for debate; give me options, or I’ll make some options!"

Merciless said his orders firm, and seeing it impossible to reason with him she began to answer.

"According to legend; there exist two ways to truly kill Eos, and those options are...

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