Vampire: World of Blood-Chapter 174: I Shall call it Endgard

Merciless stood there, gazing at the remaining half of Queen Melizha’s brain, its golden sheen still flickering faintly as if the echoes of her once formidable power clung desperately to existence.

In the vastness of space, silence reigned, but in his mind, the weight of her knowledge and mastery swirled like a storm. He had already taken a bite, and in doing so, absorbed her full understanding of the Lanca, along with every secret she had honed over countless millennia.

But he wasn’t done yet.

In his hand, the other half pulsed softly, as though it recognized its fate.

"Time to finish this."

Merciless muttered, his voice dark and resolute.

His Vadkos Armor, ever-attuned to its master’s intent, began to stir. A low growl echoed from its depths, responding to the moment as if acknowledging the queen’s essence. It could sense her latent acknowledgment of her powers—how she had wielded them, how they were as much a part of her as her very flesh and treated every aspect of it as part of her arsenal.

The queen’s pride and privilege, the sheer potency of her legacy, made the conditions for Merciless Vadkos armor special ability Arsenal Assimilation valid for use upon its being.

Suddenly, the surface of the armor shifted. Thick tendrils began extending outward, writhing like living vines, weaving around Merciless’s body before one particular tendril stretched toward the remaining portion of the brain.

At its base, a small, grotesque mouth began to form, lined with rows of jagged teeth. It snapped open, the maw drooling as it inched toward its prey, hungry for the knowledge, the power, the very essence it was about to consume.

The tendril wrapped itself around the brain piece, securing it. A hiss of energy crackled through the air as the armor began its task.

*SCHRNNK!*

With a sickening noise, the mouth engulfed the brain, absorbing it in one swift motion. The transformation began immediately.

As the brain was digested, the energy that once belonged to Queen Melizha was transferred into the armor.

Her Lanca, "The Gift of Life," already bound to Merciless, was now being imbued into his very armor, amplifying its abilities with a torrent of newfound power.

But something was different this time.

It wasn’t just the energy—the abilities, the memories—that surged through him. As the armor finished its assimilation, Merciless felt a profound shift.

His mind flickered with the presence of something new.

’Her lore.’

Merciless said with an exotic smile on his face.

Realizing what he had just inherited.

The essence of her life’s journey, not just her powers but her lore, rooted in her triumphs and tragedies, was now his. It seeped into his consciousness like a creeping fog, flooding him with insights and truths Melizha had accumulated over her long existence.

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Her lore wasn’t just a narrative—it was a biological manifestation that had evolved from her countless experiences with life and death, and was strongly based around her Lanca and how it impacted countless different composite universes, on the galaxies she conquered within them.

From a purely esoteric standpoint, her existence had created a unique afterlife, a personal realm that reflected her journey and was made from the collective unconsciousness of both her kind and her victim, birthed from worship and fear.

This afterlife was divided into two realms: one for mortal-based souls—those with ordinary or non-supernatural qualities—and another for higher-level beings, entities whose soul quality was deeply intertwined with the supernatural.

"I need to see this for myself."

Merciless said.

From there he was transported into the heart of her afterlife; well the mortal part of it that is, it was a landscape that stretched endlessly, continuing to extend, it was filled with constructs known as zones. Each zone pulsed with the echoes of its inhabitants, manifesting the collective emotions and experiences of those who had once lived.

Dangerous Zones loomed ominously, teeming with grotesque creatures spawned from the darkest fears of the souls within. Shadows twisted and howled, a testament to the unresolved trauma that clung to them.

Here, every scream echoed the nightmares that haunted their past lives, a cluster of collective fear, despair, and dread.

Interspersed among these treacherous areas were sprawling Urban Landscapes. These ethereal cities shimmered under the eternal dusk, with structures woven from the very fabric of memory and emotion.

Spirits wandered the streets or rather the countless lives of those who fall under the queen, their forms translucent yet vibrant, seeking solace in a world both familiar and foreign. Merciless could sense the essence of the souls, feeling their hopes and regrets intertwined within the air.

As he delved deeper, he discovered the Mystical Zones, where the air was thick with the queen Lanca making new energy subjective only to this afterlife. Ethereal beings danced among iridescent flora, weaving spells that shimmered like stars against the darkening sky.

In stark contrast, the Hellish Zones called out with a sorrowful wail, forcing souls to confront their past misdeeds, the echoes of anguish and despair clawing at their consciousness.

Countless planets dotted the horizon, each representing facets of bliss and punishment. Some radiated warmth, embodying joy and peace, while others twisted in agony, reflecting the torment of lost lives.

These celestial bodies mirrored the duality of the inhabitants’ experiences, nurturing scenarios birthed from collective mentalities—both positive and negative.

In this eternal dusk, time had no definite one meaning it was bizarre, or rather time flowed in a messed up way here, each planet, from large to small, had different time flows, hence fort a different space-time continuums.

That only rules over the planetary bodies, since Merciless now rules this place, he can control all the spiritual inhabitants within and only those within, and only if they died by his hands, or worship him, hence fort when a worshiper dies, their souls are not influence by the laws of the universe outside and ends up here instead.

This means Merciless as the ruler of this place can control time in this place, past, present, and future, although only beings that have departed can access this afterlife. But since the queen’s downfall, a new era of time came to be, as the queen could have done the same, but with her death, and her lore being eaten by Merciless Vadkos’s armor.

Merciless Predates time here, and all the countless souls within, got their existence rewritten by Merciless existence and lost all their memories of their deaths, and their sins, but what made them happy and sad, remained, but the reason behind those emotions as of now where forever loss.

Both positive and negative aspects of their beings were treated as built-in functions of this afterlife under his rule, meaning these unfortunate souls, were no longer treated as souls rather they were treated as built-in existences that powered this afterlife many zones, meaning the soul that existed here as of today under his rules were now zero at the moment unless Merciles infused the souls he has within him into this place.

Meaning there was once a past that started with the queen, but it was no more; and the new built-in inhabitants floated through fields of twilight, feeling the pull of time while remaining untouched by it.

"Hmmm interesting these being once souls, are basically just a battery for the world now, their negative and positive thoughts run this place, and their many zones, and how they are shape."

Merciless said to himself as he continued to traverse deeper, sure he could see past, present, and future since now predates the time within this place once inside, and this entire afterlife albeit had many weird space-time continuum, subjected to single planetary zones.

It was only subjected to the inhabitants that had passed.

This only applied to both this expanding mortal plane that can house mortal souls and the supernatural plane, it was not a higher plane just a separate plane, one fit for passing supernatural beings.

On the other hand, the realm for higher-level beings was starkly different. It resembled a cosmic battlefield, a place where titans like beasts clashed and forces of immense power constantly battled for supremacy.

This place was built upon the idea of the queen’s life journey; fighting many foes of the supernatural; their defeat by the queen’s hand, and the collective emotions of those defeat and downfall caused by the queen give rise to this supernatural plane.

A place where the strongest could dominate even after death, where survival meant something. Souls here were forged in combat, their essence shaped by conflict. Time bent and warped, making moments stretch into eternity as these beings fought for a chance to be reborn or transcend into something greater.

This place was basically one super construct, where Mortal had planetary zones, this place was one zone, a single plane, shit gets weird here. Towering mountains larger than any he had ever seen in his life, lakes made from tar and blood, the sky was an endless blanket of different neon colors, lighting of green, purple, gold, silver, and many different colors strike down in some place, alien-like forest.

Ruin of all sorts he had never seen before, villages, dark cities of different types, filled with many weird monsters, or creatures, in here there was no day, it was forever cast in darkness, and energy here seemed more toxic and imposing, in layman term this was a hellish place.

In essence, this new afterlife he had inherited felt like an exhilarating high from countless drugs, creating an immense trip where nothing truly made sense. It was wonderfully strange—this was the very nature of it. The collective belief in something could lead to illogical manifestations beyond comprehension.

Yet, even amidst this chaos, Merciless sensed an anomalous factor: the queen’s lore was now his, and this place was his to rule.

The lore-based system was like a living tapestry woven from the experiences of beings who had "touched grass" in his universe. The more impactful they were over a thousand years, the more their stories contributed to the collective unconscious of existence.

This lore accumulated and eventually manifested as lore-based abilities. In Merciless’s case, what he had gained was not merely power, but an entire afterlife to command.

Naturally, what he can do here, he can’t do on the outside, this place operates under set laws subjective only to this place, that don’t apply on the outside.

However, Merciless faced a limitation: he could only bring those under his command into this afterlife, not anyone else. For example, if he found himself in a precarious situation in the outside world and decided to summon his servants to strategize within his afterlife, he would encounter a significant drawback.

While he could navigate the past within this realm, altering events here would not change the outcomes in the external world. Essentially, anyone he brought back to the afterlife would be considered dead outside. The choices made in this realm would remain confined to it, and if he attempted to rewind time to alter history, those changes would have no bearing on the real world.

Although his servants would continue to exist in the afterlife, all their experiences and memories from the external world would be lost once they entered this space. In this sense, the afterlife functioned as a kind of glorious torture chamber—an arena for tormenting souls who were already dead. Ultimately, it felt like a rather useless lore ability to possess, given its limitations.

"Once inside, cause and effect operate under different rules. However, there’s also the fact that this lore didn’t originally belong to me. This means I didn’t inherit the sweet perks of immortality and resurrection over a certain period of time after ones downfall; that the queen possessed before I consumed her lore. I need to create my own lore for that to apply. Still, I’ll take what I can get."

Merciless said to himself.

He was the ruler of this domain after all, and it was basically a place he could play god within, a place where he could torture anyone he wanted, and mess around basically because let us be honest, the dead have no say over the living especially if the dead is under him in this place.

"Hmmm I think I got my hands, on a fancy torture chamber; and glorious sex pit, damn now I really want to try this place out...

".... Hmm... Oh well, I will try it out soon with either Substance or Ana... Especially Carla that bitch suffering will definitely bring me joy since she is my slave as such is considered my servant, as such I can torment her here."

"But now that I think about it, the queen called this Yirt Kaleem... which means the last destination in the Aristaeus language. Hmmm... well I will shall call it Endgard."

Merciless said to himself, nodding his head in agreement to himself.

"It means ’place of sin’ in the vampire language. Although this is technically an afterlife, I won’t treat it as such. Instead, it will be my playground. Having people worship me isn’t a bad thing, but I dislike the notion of a benevolent god behind that worship. I would prefer to be feared rather than seen as a figure who grants wishes simply because they pray to me."

Merciless said to himself.

"What use does praying gives me, I only reward the useful after all, the fuck does this look like charity."

Merciless finishes his statement, reassuring his own belief.

"Now then let us get the hell out of here."

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