Vampire: World of Blood-Chapter 153: Dark Ascension

As Merciless left the lab, Carmilla floated alongside him, her mind swirling with questions. She had been meaning to ask him something important. Finally, after they passed through the dimly lit corridors, she broke the silence.

"When will you hide my existence from the others?"

Carmilla asked, her voice laced with apprehension. The memory of Merciless offering her sanctuary in his inner world had lingered, and she had been waiting for him to take the necessary steps.

To her surprise, Merciless chuckled, his tail swishing lightly behind him. Without looking back, he answered casually.

"I already did."

Carmilla stopped in her tracks, her non-existent and imaginery eyes widening

"You what?"

"I’ve already hidden you."

Merciless said with a smirk.

"The moment we sealed our agreement, I took care of it. No one will be able to detect you unless I let them."

She blinked, completely taken aback.

’He’s faster than I thought…

Carmilla said to herself in shock, after all, she hadn’t even noticed the shift in her existence. Her mind raced to process this new information, but before she could gather her thoughts, Merciless interrupted.

"Sooooooo!!...

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He said, turning to face her with a grin.

"Name all your current powers. We’re going to kill the Aristaeus Queen, and I need to know what I’m working with."

Carmilla hesitated for a moment but then began listing her abilities, focusing on what she had access to in her current form.

"Well, first of all, I can hack technology—up to type three systems. Given enough time, I could push further, but right now, that’s my limit."

Merciless nodded, listening intently.

"I can analyze genetic samples too."

She continued.

"Break them down and understand the structure at a molecular level. Once I have enough data, I can even modify genes, though it depends on what I’m dealing with. I can control minds, cast illusions, and influence brain waves. It’s not full possession, but it lets me manipulate thoughts and actions for a short period."

Her voice grew steadier as she went on.

"I can enter people’s memories and dreams, though I can’t control them once I’m inside. I can block technological interference and even disrupt transmissions if necessary."

Merciless looked intrigued.

"Impressive. What else?"

Carmilla took a deep breath, well not really but she replicate the motion as she think about it, and decide to explain further, breaking this done as simple as possible.

"There’s one more thing. A final ability, but it’s dangerous. I can only use it once."

Merciless raised an eyebrow, gesturing for her to explain.

"I can fuse with something; anything, really, and make it my core. Once fused, that core becomes my true body, and it will grow over time, evolving into something more powerful. But…

She hesitated, knowing the risk.

"If the Core Will is destroyed, I die."

Merciless studied her for a moment, sensing there was more.

"The most dangerous part."

"The most dangerous part."

Carmilla added.

"Is that the Core Will can create a network—a vast, ever-expanding system. It allows me to gather and process information on a massive scale. But the more data I collect in each instance depending on the size and complexity of the information, the longer the analysis takes given that it’s not instant."

Merciless tapped his chin thoughtfully.

"A network, huh? That could be useful…

"But it’s risky."

Carmilla emphasized.

"If someone targets the core before I fully integrate, it’s game over for me."

Merciless nodded, his mind already spinning with possibilities.

"Well, let’s make sure no one gets close to your core, then."

Carmilla hovered silently for a moment, digesting everything Merciless had said. The idea of using her Core Will to become something greater intrigued her, but it also terrified her. Her mind raced with questions, one of which she couldn’t hold back.

"How do you plan to hide my core?"

She asked cautiously.

"Or what vessel will you choose for it?"

Merciless stopped walking, his eyes glowing faintly as he turned to face her. His smirk widened into something more dangerous, more cunning.

As what he said next completely shocked her.

"The vessel will be something you’ve never imagined."

He said calmly, watching her reaction.

Going back to what you told me earlier about Michelle… you said she had her own version of vampirism, right?"

Carmilla’s eyes widened. She hadn’t expected him to bring up Michelle.

"Yes!"

She answered, her voice faltering slightly.

"I could sense it in you—a completely independent form of vampirism, separate from the king, and that is because you got it from Michelle."

Merciless nodded, his gaze piercing through her.

"Well, what I want you to do now is confirm something for me."

Carmilla tilted her head in confusion.

"What do you mean?"

Merciless leaned closer, his aura thickening with intensity.

"I want you to become the Core Will of my vampirism concept."

The words hung in the air between them, heavy and shocking. Carmilla blinked inwardly in her mind, completely taken aback.

"You… you want me to fuse with your vampirism?"

"Exactly!"

He said, his tone calm but commanding.

"You’ll take my vampirism and make it your core. You’ll become its heart, its mind, its essence. From there, you’ll expand, grow stronger, and turn it into something even more powerful—an evolving network that no one will ever be able to destroy. If I am going to kill the king I need to do some insane shit to reach the top, might as well do as much as I can before then."

MercilessThere were risks to this idea.

But it’s quite an interesting proposition, at least. If her core was a concept, it would also make her harder to kill.

But there was much ancient power out there, what if she died, because of some unknown factor? Michelle and Eos are primordials, but they are not the only ones.

"But… if I fuse with it, wouldn’t that put me at risk? If anyone ever managed to find and destroy the core… and also you as well?"

Her voice trailed off, the thought of death lingering in her mind.

Merciless waved a hand dismissively.

"No one will find it. I’ll make sure of that. And besides, you’ll be far too strong by then for anyone to even come close. This isn’t just about survival, Carmilla. This is about evolution—about taking control of what you are and pushing it to its limits."

She stared at him, still in shock but also feeling a sense of exhilaration creeping in. This was her chance to become something more than a mere parasite, more than just another tool in Merciless’ arsenal. She could be a core part of his power, integral to his vampirism, and with that, gain strength beyond anything she had ever known.

’Mhm rather to be something he treasure than just a normal tool I guess.’

Carmilla said to herself still not sure if she was worth anythig grand at all.

"I… I don’t know if I can handle it."

She admitted, her voice soft but trembling with anticipation.

she admitted, her voice soft but trembling with anticipation.

"You can. And you will. I’m giving you the chance to do something no one else ever could. This isn’t just about becoming stronger for me; it’s about becoming stronger for yourself."

Carmilla took a deep breath, the weight of his words sinking in. This would change everything. But she couldn’t deny the allure of it. The thought of growing into something more, of becoming a living part of his vampirism, was irresistible.

"Alright!"

She whispered, her voice trembling with excitement and fear.

"I’ll do it."

Merciless smiled at her agreement as he finished with.

"Good. Then let’s begin."

"Sure... just let me do my thing...

Carmilla said as he touched Merciless’s head, and told him.

"Please close your eyes, boss."

"Sure."

Merciless responded.

"Alright focus only on my presence... and I will do the rest from there."

With that said, Merciless began to focus as Carmilla did her thing right after.

The moment Carmilla agreed, everything around her seemed to dissolve. She felt her consciousness being pulled into a deep, dark void—a space beyond the physical world, where concepts and ideas took form, going even deeper, this concept was like Eos, it was completely isolated in its own spectrum of existence; meaning it was just as unique as the king.

However, there was one problem: according to legends and some information in the house, the royal notion, along with his soul, was located outside of the Tree. Whereas Merciless’ withered concept of vampirism was still inside the tree.

But for some reason, it was veiled behind a veil that made it transparent to everything else that was not part of Merciless. However, like Merciless, it had a vulnerability in the sense that if someone with a chaos or nothingness source discovered this veil, they could shatter, corrupt, or even straight up could kill the concept.

However Carmilla was entering the heart of Merciless vampirism, and the sensation was both terrifying and intoxicating.

When her awareness stabilized, she found herself standing in a surreal, conceptual landscape. The ground beneath her feet was cold and formless, a vast black expanse stretching out infinitely in all directions.

The air was thick with the essence of something ancient and predatory, a force that pulsed with raw, untapped power.

Before her, stood a massive, twisted tree. Its bark was dark as obsidian, with gnarled branches reaching out like skeletal hands.

The tree’s shape was almost grotesque—an amalgamation of sinew and bone, with veins of black energy running through it like black mire or thick oil.

It looked withered, incomplete, as if it had once been something much more powerful but had decayed over time. The roots dug deep into the void, pulsating faintly, as though clinging to life.

Carmilla stepped forward, her eyes wide with awe. This was Michelle’s former vampirism, or what was left of it, that was being expressed differently in Merciless’ as his own independent vampirism; the very core of what made her a creature of the night, now inside her heir or better yet, you can she pass on a bud, in hope of Merciless cultivating this withered expression anew

But it wasn’t perfect, not yet. The tree, though vast, was sickly. Its branches were brittle, and its energy flickered weakly in certain places. Yet, beneath the withered surface, she could feel the immense potential lying dormant within.

As she moved closer, she could hear whispers—soft, unintelligible murmurs carried on the wind as if this thing was alive, and with more than one being inside that seemed to have somewhat of a recognizable will.

They spoke of hunger, blood, immortality, revenge, immense hate for the gods, and most of all power they wanted, and the regrets they had. But they also spoke of something more… something deeper. Evolution. Adaption. Transformation. Ascension!!

Carmilla hesitated for a moment, standing at the base of the tree, looking up at its twisted form. This was the moment. If she fused with it, she would become the core of this vampiric power. She would be bound to it, but at the same time, she would shape it; nurture it, help it grow into something unstoppable.

Her non-existing heart raced with both fear and excitement. She extended her hand, her fingertips brushing against the dark bark. Instantly, she felt a jolt of energy surge through her, like a lightning strike.

The whispers grew louder, and the tree began to pulse with renewed life. It was as if it sensed her presence, recognizing her as its new master or its new life under its true master.

"Holy crap, just touching it gave me a wave of power that doubled my current own. So this is the primordial essence of the Queen’s independence concept; it’s crazy to realize that it’s only a fraction of what it was, even if it is expressed differently within Merciless, a withered concept is still a withered concept, which was intended to be stronger if it was not."

But beside the point.

Without hesitation, Carmilla pressed her palm against the tree, fully embracing the connection. The tree responded immediately.

The twisted branches shuddered and groaned, and the sickly energy that had once been so faint now surged through the entire structure. Black tendrils of corruption wrapped around her, intertwining with her very essence.

"I guess this is where my story truly starts."

At that moment, she felt the tree merging with her mind, her body, and her soul. Its roots dug into her consciousness, linking her to the very concept of vampirism.

She could feel its hunger, its thirst for blood, its drive to evolve. But more than that, she could feel its potential—potential that had been stunted for too long, waiting for someone like her to awaken it. As their true current master didn’t have the means to do so, till now of course.

As the fusion deepened, Carmilla’s vision blurred, and she was enveloped in darkness. She could feel her own mind-expanding, growing alongside the tree.

She was no longer just Carmilla; she was something more. She was the Core Will of this vampirism, its beating heart, its guiding force, its concept, in the truest sense, she went from spirit to the core embodiment of Merciless’s unique vampirism concept itself.

As such she transcends her former self and becomes a higher existence as Primordial essence now runs through her being as well.

As weak as it may be.

The withered branches of the tree began to transform, slowly but surely.

The dark veins running through it thickened, pulsing with new life. The brittle bark repaired itself, growing stronger, and more resilient.

The roots stretched deeper into the void, drawing in untapped power from the very essence of Merciless existence to connect with its master more.

Carmilla smiled as she felt the tree growing within her, knowing that this was just the beginning.

The core concept of Merciless vampirism would evolve; she would evolve. Together, they would become something no one could ever hope to control or destroy if they continued to grow in secrecy to the higher powers above them.

With a final surge of power, the tree fully fused with her. The whispers quieted, replaced by a deep, resounding hum that echoed through her very being. She had done it. She had become the core, and now, both she and Merciless’ vampirism would grow… endlessly the more power Merciless accumulated in his journey to the top.

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