Vampire: World of Blood-Chapter 163: A Strong Start

Substance seethed, her fists trembling, eyes glowing with a dangerous intensity. She paced back and forth inside the protective cocoon of Merciless’s pocket dimension, unable to shake the fury coursing through her veins.

"Someone dared...

She growled, her voice dripping with venom.

"To attack from above? To strike at him? I won’t be satisfied until their entrails are decorating the ground until I’ve ripped out every piece of them."

Ana stood there, her arms folded, with equal annoyance as Substance, as her eyes was gleaming with a sinister fascination, as they all stood on Merciless Aether bridge.

She soon began to comment as she said as such.

"Entrails? You’re being soft today, Suby. How about we skin them alive first? Peel off their wings, one delicate piece at a time, let them feel every second of it."

Substance’s grin was feral.

"I like the way you think... for sure you are my kilde, anything non-Merciless related is definitely not from me."

Substance said patting Ana on the back with a haughty laugh.

Clearly pleased by her Kilde train of thoughts.

Meanwhile, Ana shrugged, as if they were discussing something as trivial as what to eat for dinner.

"We could break their limbs—slowly. Keep them alive long enough to understand the mistake they made in even thinking about touching him."

Meanwhile, Substance her arms folded as well, nodding her head, as she pitched in with her own thoughts as she said.

"We tear their fucking eyes out—leave the nerves dangling, still twitching. Then we drop those blind, screaming orbs into boiling water and watch as they sear, maybe then they’ll ’see’ the error of their ways for daring to touch our master."

The way Ana and Substance spoke was casual, but their words were laced with a dark adoration for their shared master.

The twisted love they had for him manifested in this violent bond.

The scene was like a fuck up dance of cruelty and reverence. Each suggestion Ana made, each vicious promise Substance vowed, only drew them closer, as if their mutual bloodlust was a form of intimacy.

On the other hand, the group of Dampas were standing by baffled by the scene playing before their eyes.

As such they couldn’t help but shiver at the sight. They could sense the sheer devotion these two had for Merciless, but it was warped in ways that sent a chill down their spines.

Their conversations weren’t just disturbing; they were terrifying. They didn’t just want to kill—no, they needed to annihilate, to punish anyone who dared even consider harming their master.

In a way like children, they soak this in as the norm and would make sure they engrave this level of common sense in their brain as well.

The Dampas didn’t dare to interrupt them, only able to watch in growing discomfort, with great motivation to be just as devoted as these two were.

Substance slammed her fist into her palm, her fangs gleaming.

"Master please let me out there. I’ll get the bastards with my bare hands. Tear their wings off and watch them scream, as I offer their soul as sacrifice to your great name."

Ana chuckled darkly.

"Not before I take out their eyes. I want to see the panic, the realization that they crossed the wrong master."

Meanwhile, Merciless stood on the edge of the dimension, his eyes scanning the scene beyond as if already knowing what lay outside before he spoke.

Well, he does as he can see what happening outside from his own cape.

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His gaze pierced the fabric of reality, seeing through the swirling trees and shattered energy fields to the figures still lingering outside. They hovered in the sky, their monstrous forms illuminated by the glow of their eyes—green for the male, yellow for the female. He focused on them, and the details began to sharpen.

The male was an insectoid nightmare, his body humanoid in shape but covered in dark and gold, jagged chitin that shimmered under the strange light. His limbs were segmented and powerful, ending in claws sharp enough to rend the very air apart.

His wings, translucent and veined like those of a predatory insect, buzzed ominously, emitting a low hum that seemed to resonate with the chaotic energy around him. His eyes, glowing a sickening green, were multifaceted like those of a bee, but they pulsed with malevolent intelligence.

Beside him, the female was no less monstrous. Her yellow eyes blazed with a deadly focus. Her body, similar to the male’s, was slimmer but no less terrifying—her chitinous armor sleeker, designed for speed. Her legs ended in hooked talons, capable of impaling flesh with a single strike. Where the male exuded raw strength, she radiated an air of deadly precision. Her wings fluttered rapidly, casting faint shadows over the surreal landscape.

Their faces were humanoid but distorted—elongated jaws, mandibles that twitched with anticipation, and skin stretched taut over alien bone structures. Their mouths dripped with a viscous, glowing purple fluid that bubbled with toxic energy.

Merciless stared at them, unflinching, even as the residual energy from their first assault crackled in the air. His eyes narrowed, already assessing their next move. They were creatures of chaos, much like vampires, but with a vicious focus. These two weren’t just mindless drones—they were hunters and killers, and they had chosen him as their prey.

Substance’s rage was palpable as she sensed his gaze lingering on the creatures.

"Let me out there, Master. I’ll crush them—both of them."

Merciless didn’t respond right away, still watching the monsters, calculating.

Ana’s voice cut through the tension.

"We could make it a game. You rip apart the male, I’ll handle the female. See who can make them scream louder."

The faintest of smirks tugged at Merciless’s lips.

"Patience."

He finally said, his voice cold, but commanding.

"We’ll have our moment... and sooner than you think."

"Ha, what do you mean by that master?"

Upon asking that.

The air around them shifted violently as if reality itself was bending to Merciless’s will. In an instant, the dimension they found themselves in became far more menacing. The bridge floors of this place were already strange, warped, and rippled as if the fabric of space was beginning to unravel. Merciless stood at its center, calm and composed, his back to his servants.

His cape, once an ethereal blue of pure Aether, began to darken and shimmer. Within moments, the color bled into a deep, malevolent scarlet, like a living thing—alive, hungry, and waiting to be consumed.

The two figures before him—Substance and Ana—felt a sudden surge of power course through their veins. It wasn’t like anything they had felt before; it wasn’t just a normal power boost, it was something deeper, something more primal.

Inside their very beings, within the conceptual realm where their fruits of vampirism hung, Carmilla’s touch lingered. Unbeknownst to them, she was infusing each of their fruit with a strange new energy—Merciless’s energy.

Reality rippled again. Merciless turned to face them, his eyes glowing with an unnatural brilliance, the full mastery of his power radiating from his form.

"Valkos Awakening is a mastered state."

He began, his voice low but brimming with authority.

"Do you think only the Aether part of my cape is special?"

He raised his cape slightly, the fabric seeming to ripple with violent intent, as though the energy it had absorbed longed to be unleashed.

"Any energy I assimilate."

He continued.

"Will accumulate a level of mastery suitable for my level of power. Each energy becomes something unique—infused, evolved within the fabric of my cape. Aether was just the beginning. Now, I will show you all the power of Chi."

His words seemed to resonate within the distorted dimension, reverberating through the twisted space. Substance and Ana felt it—his control over the energies, his mastery, his dominance over every force they had encountered.

The scarlet glow of his cape now seemed to pulse like a living heart, radiating power beyond comprehension.

Substance, who had been snarling moments before, now trembled with excitement, her bloodthirst redirected towards the new reality Merciless was unveiling. Ana, her twisted grin returning, glanced at her fellow servant, sharing a look of wicked anticipation.

As Merciless’s cape fluttered with a life of its own, the very air grew oppressive, suffocating with the weight of his power. Outside, the two Aristaeus attackers—male and female, their monstrous, bee-like forms shimmering in the strange light—hovered above, unaware of the nightmare that was about to unfold.

A small spherical red sun started to manifest above them.

Merciless’s voice dropped to a chilling tone, his gaze dark and unyielding as he looked over his servants.

"You want violence? Good... I want violence too."

He said, the menace in his voice palpable.

"Let’s show these insects what it truly means to cross us."

He began to however before his creations, his cape flowing with a deadly grace, the energy in the air crackling with tension. His words rang out, sharp and cold.

"My men do not falter. We do not kneel before any enemy... for that is not the Michellian way."

His lips curled into a sinister smile as his gaze shifted so he could see everything from within his cape to as far as where this red light shone upon the world below from the outside, the sun itself getting brighter and bigger, where their enemies lingered, unaware of the horror that awaited them.

"They think they’ve trapped us in their world...

He paused, a dark chuckle escaping him.

"How laughable."

His voice dropped to an icy whisper, laced with the intent to kill, yet the calmness in his voice was still evident.

"They have no idea that they’re the ones about to be trapped in mine."

Substance’s bloodthirsty whisper broke the silence.

"I can’t wait to peel their flesh from bone, to watch their glowing eyes burst under our master’s might."

Ana’s twisted smile only grew darker.

"And when we’re done, maybe we can still rip out those nerves and drop their eyes into boiling water. They should know by then that attacking Merciless was their final mistake."

Merciless’s smirk returned.

His cape on the other hand began to get even brighter, he looked upon the two insects who had already taken notice of the attack.

But it was too late.

On the other hand, Merciless began to speak.

As he flew sky high, power radiating from him as he prepared to unleash his next move. His eyes glowed with a terrifying intensity, and his voice carried a thunderous weight.

"Zane, Abadis, and you too Mr. Non-Euclidean."

He said that last bit with a hint of sarcasm, his voice echoing through the air like a death knell.

"I owe you my thanks."

His cape flared out behind him, and the ground beneath him trembled as energy surged through his body.

"This attack of mine wouldn’t exist without your interference. You gave me the push I needed, the drive to elevate this mastery of chi... and my other abilities into one."

He raised his hand, the energy swirling around him growing in intensity, swelling with an ominous red hue. His voice darkened, his tone dripping with lethal intent.

"Swell... and burst!"

A sinister smile spread across his face as he uttered the final words, the sheer force of his power crackling in the air.

"Crimson Dawn: Genetic Singularity."

With those words said, the world around him seemed to fracture from both within this dimension and the outside world as well.

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