Vampire: World of Blood-Chapter 93: A Hell of His Own Making

The air in the scarlet world, bleeding with a crimson overglow as if the light itself were plastered onto reality, thickened with sudden tension. A horrible scream shattered the eerie silence as Lucian’s severed limbs and bitten portions began to heal, knitting back together at an unnaturally fast rate.

"WhAtZz hApeNinGG.....TOOOOOOO MEEEE?!"

Lucian’s voice, which was typically tinged with sarcastic charm, had become a choked gurgle, hardly recognizable. His entire body appeared to wriggle and deform, as if an invisible hand were twisting him from the inside out. The mended limbs were ugly caricatures of their former selves, bulging with large muscles. Tumors the size of his head, while others the size of a large table, sprang from his body, throbbing with an obscene life of their own.

Then came the scream again. This time, it was a wordless, bestial howl that rocked the mansion’s foundations. The crimson light distorted and wavered in response, as if the world couldn’t bear the utter ugliness of the sound. It began with a deep, guttural groan that echoed throughout Lucian’s melted puddle of flesh that was his chest. Then, in a terrifying crescendo, it erupted into a high-pitched scream that pierced the red silence. It was a cacophony beyond description, a symphony of agony that seemed like a physical blow.

"aaaAGHHHGHAAAAAAHHH...

Ophelia Merciles fell back, fingers put on her ears, in an unsuccessful attempt to drown out the terrifying scream. The scream wormed its way into his skull like a psychic parasite. She stared with morbid curiosity and annoyance as Lucian’s shape began to distort and change. The once-human body flexed and twisted, its skin melting and leaking like melted wax. Veins as thick as serpents pumped beneath the transparent skin, transporting an invisible red flood.

The scream slowly faded away, replaced by a succession of wet, gurgling breaths. It was a death rattle, but not in the conventional sense. This was the sound of a body being broken and rebuilt all at once, a terrifying symphony of creation and destruction. Lucian’s shape has evolved into an abomination, a terrible imitation of mankind brimming with raw strength.

The rate of expansion was frightening. Lucian’s monstrous figure grew larger with each passing second; at this point, he was already abstract in shape, pushing against the room’s bounds. The palatial floor, wet with spilled blood minutes before, was quickly dissolving beneath a wave of throbbing flesh.

Crimson tendrils, extensions of Lucian’s monstrous form, oozed and slithered across the floor, searching for more land to swallow. Each one pulsed with a terrible, repetitive throb, resembling a monster’s heartbeat.

The healing would not end. The ripped skin where the tendrils had emerged from Lucian’s body soon began to knit itself back together, growing and growing with a definite end, leaving behind even more puckered, oozing sores that pulsed with the same strange red glow. It was a terrifying demonstration of regeneration gone awry, a cruel mocking of the body’s inherent healing mechanisms.

Malformed hands sprang from his throbbing bulk, some little and skeletal, grasping at the air in wordless pain. Others were hideous caricatures of human limbs, bloated and bulbous, with malformed fingers as large as school buses. Each finger terminated in a blackened, talon-like nail that scraped against the area in an omnidirectional fashion, producing a sound a thousand times louder than nails on a blackboard.

Under the writhing skin, bones—not Lucian’s original bones, but horrific new ones—began to sprout. Long, jagged protrusions sprang from the meaty sea, some as smooth and white as bone, others twisted and gnarled like dead tree branches. They ripped and tore through the throbbing skin, flesh, and organs alike, creating a terrifying spectacle of internal vivisection in real-time.

A poisonous combination of scarlet blood, sickly yellow pus, and a sticky green mucus from these hideous wounds in a monstrous geyser. Veins, once tiny tubes, have grown into massive, throbbing arteries of all sizes. They looked like hideous sausages filled with molten iron, their surfaces smooth and shining with the same horrible fluids.

A myriad of tongues burst from the meaty mass, some human-like, others serpentine and forked, each lashing out and retreating in a spasmodic dance of misery. Within the throbbing mass, a chorus of deformed hearts beat a discordant rhythm, sending tremors across the mansion’s dimension itself.

As if to complete the terrible scene, coarse, twisted hair began to emerge from the writhing skin. It mixed with the massive veins, resulting in a horrific tapestry of flesh and fiber. The floor underneath Lucian, which was no longer visible, began trembling violently. It wasn’t just localized; the entire scarlet world shook as Lucian’s hideous shape, a terrible torrent of blood and bone, threatened to devour everything in its path, as his form sank into the lower and higher floors.

The tsunami of gore rushes towards Ophelia Merciless, who looks at it with boredom as she extends her left hand and begins to speak.

"Order: Command: Stop."

As soon as she uttered this, the misshapen growths stopped. But she didn’t stop there; instead, she began speaking again, speaking with clear authority and expectation.

"Order: Command: Compress into a ball."

At these words, the vast sea of flesh began to shrink down as if compressing into itself at a rapid rate, and in five seconds, the large sea that penetrated the bottom and higher floors of the dimension was the size of a little marble, crimson in color but extremely thick and dense.

To put this into perspective, the weight would be equivalent to 29 Lavatos in total because it extended significantly on the mansion’s lower and upper floors. And yet, Ophelia Merciless grabs it as if it were nothing and throws it into the air, treating the fleshy orb as a toy ball, catching it as it falls to the floors, which can hold the weight due to the entire mansion dimension having large star-level durability.

After all, vampires are formidable; thus, the mansion dimension was reinforced before they arrived.

Ophelia Merciless looked at the flesh ball, her eyes glazing over the dense, gore meatball, as she said with a morbid smile on her face.

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"This item is rather small; ordinarily, I can produce flesh, but having a vast reserve like this is quite useful for crafting appendages and other weapons. Yeah, I don’t need a reserve of flesh to make weapons, but I can still use valuable exterior flesh in a variety of ways that I find useful; aside from that, let’s bite into this easy meal"

Without wasting time, Ophelia Merciless devoured the item entirely and bit into it, causing a significant quantity of blood to stream from his mouth as he swallowed it, and licked the blood from his mouth to absorb everything.

Instantly, all of Lucian’s memories from the day he was born until now flood her mind; previously, Merciless prior victim to this one gave her a total of 6,493,002 souls, while Lucian himself surprisingly had a decent amount as well, giving him a total of 948,508,302 souls, close to 1 billion souls; apparently all that backstabbing was not for nothing, Lucian had an insane talent for betraying others.

But as he chewed, he discovered the key to this strange mutation; he hadn’t expected Lucian to have relations with Murphy, or Murphy to be capable of creating anything like this. However, after researching the mutation directly, he realized how insanely cruel this contradiction was.

"I want to live, I do not want to die!"

Ophelia Merciless explained, pinpointing the root of Lucian’s deepest desire which was the desire to not die, and how the Eclipser Draugth reacts to that one desire of his that screamed louder than every other desire he had at that time.

The power or mutation Lucian received was the ability to regenerate from all injuries indefinitely, allowing him to avoid death. However, the potency of this power was as the power stated it to be, which was endless regeneration, implying that he would regenerate indefinitely, as a result, his healing soon began to spiral out of control, transforming him into the sea of gore he is today.

After all, this power would not stop for anything as it was passive, and Merciless now possessed it as well, but the contradiction did not affect him because he could control his body down to the cellular level giving him complete lordship of all his cells, allowing him to take control and tame the endless regeneration aspect of it, which is more of a curse than a blessing in Lucian’s case.

After the meal, Ophelia Merciless spoke and said.

"Honestly, what a bore; I expected you to show me something interesting, but in the end, you basically killed yourself, goof of the year; these types of Eclipsers work best when the desire you are feeding it is more simple; the body may appear simple at first glance, but any and all living organisms have a complex anatomy. Do you think half-assing biology is a good idea, fucking idiot? I’m not sorry for you; you got what you deserved."

"You had no idea if what you acquired was excellent or poor, yet you still had such a great desire for it despite not knowing the quality of the Eclipser. You are truly an idiot Lucian, no wonder your own mother doesn’t love you, if I had a son this stupid he would been dead a long time ago, and by my hands nonetheless."

After saying those words, Ophelia Merciless turned off her Grand Order and began to turn away from the scene.

"Well then unto the next victi...

But, as she looked down at the floor, a ball of screaming flesh sprang out of nowhere, as Lucian began to reform from the leftover cells in the air.

Ophelia Merciless stopped the process once more, transforming it into another flesh ball with Grand Order; this time, however, she gave the ball a glance with her palms on her chin, as if she was contemplating about something.

"Basically, I can’t kill you unless I remove the mutations; you are a perfect example of the saying, be careful about what you wish for, or you might just get it. But I still don’t want to do that, hehe, im an ass hole, I like seeing you like this better, to me you are a work of art and a limitless resource of valuable flesh."

"You are basically food in my eyes that can be converted into fleshy material for later battles, but im a nice guy, If you want to live, I’ll let you live, aren’t I a wonderful person? I’ve chosen not to kill you, and I’ll make you another one of my pets instead, doesn’t make sense wasting good bio-material like this."

"And with your mutation, I can basically have an infinite amount of different biomaterial if I add this particular mutation to other organisms. HOLY SHIT! Now that I think about it, I’m a genius, maybe your mother was wrong after all, you’re actually pretty useful, my cute-looking gorefish. But you know a fish can’t exist without a decent place to swim and roam about, can they? Hehe... I have precisely the spot for you which you roam as much as you want."

Ophelia Merciless spoke with a frightening smirk on her face as she extended her hands outwards, creating a spatial gateway to the Proximia dimension or the prison world within the Proxima Ring.

Once inside, she opened the jail doors, revealing a modest prison chamber with a bathroom and a bed, one of the more merciful ones. However, with her thoughts alone, she began to reinvent this area.

And the enormous white chamber was given unlimited vigor in all corners. There was no floor to walk on, no ceiling, and no walls. It was only an empty white space, and she immediately proceeded to disrupt Grand order, resulting in the continuation of awful cries as Lucina swiftly expanded without end in all directions, his body a gory and sick mess that was equally abstract in shape and form.

This was truly a Hell of Lucian’s own creation, as Merciless intended to utilize him as a tool for his own delight and benefits for all eternity. There was zero pity in this act, for all of Merciless’ pets were extremely useful to him; nonetheless, Lucian got the worst of it. Nobody was coming to help him, and no one cared either way.

"Fufu... well I hope you enjoy my hospitality, see you later my favorite flesh factory, I will make sure to use that freaky body of yours to make some interesting things later, but for now, I have more body catch bye~bye now."

And without saying anything further, Ophelia Merciless abandoned Lucian to his own hell to suffer for all eternity. If one looked closely, crimson tears flowed from every eye, old and new ones alike, and a faint twisted mumble could be heard.

From a writhing mass of mismatched eyes, disfigured limbs, and weeping sores, a single, pitiful plea escaped: "Killl mmmeeee... pwwease... I-I don’t wanna... live anymoore... It huwts... so much... kiiilll miiiieee..."