"You finally return my partner in crime, hmm...and it would seem you converted nicely indeed."
Silk said, her voice a little cuter than usual due to her sudden change in size, Merciless; Silk in hand, grasped the end of a small doll-sized Silk and raised it to his face, his perplexity mounting as he had no idea what he was looking at.
Naturally, he began to question.
"... Silk, what the hell is this?"
"Hmmmm... what the hell is what?"
"Oh come on, stop playing dumb, I am talking about your current form, why the hell are you doll size."
"Ah, this diminutive doll form of mine doth allow me to slip unnoticed, even by the keen eyes of dream-beasts. Thy mind, however, remains but a fragile thing compared to others. In simpler terms, my eternal partner, I weave my way into the inner realms of others, scavenging what I may, that thy own inner world might be strengthened."
Silk stated, but Merciless was still very perplexed so he questioned yet again.
"Wait you actually have enough power to do that, I thought your powers were sealed away."
"Hmmm, indeed, there are limits to mine abilities, especially when others wield god-like power within their own dreamscapes. Yet, I can still offer resistance with mine own inner world. But know this, ’tis no longer within my reach now. I sacrificed mine own inner realm to birth and anchor thine, binding my mind to this place as a result."
"So, should I perish in another’s dream, I would return here, but I am unable to fight back directly now, for thou art the master of this realm, and I cannot draw power from any source but mine own."
"To traverse the dreamscape, I must draw upon thine inner world, yet as I have told thee before, thine world remains incomplete, leaving little for me to harness, even if thou wouldst allow it. Thus, if thou wouldst truly venture across the mental plane, thou must risk scavenging material to further build upon it."
Silk explained why she was in her present form, but Merciless was still unsure about one thing.
"I see... hmm, although can you explain to me what’s up with your new way of speaking?"
Upon asking that Silk’s eye open wide, she looked up at Merciless and commented, clearly unaware she was speaking as such, returning back to her former way of speaking.
"Ahh apologies, this is how I usually speak in front of my familiars, and other aspects in the past, you can say this way of speaking is my default voice if you will. I feel a lot comfortable around my own kind, and since your form is basically aspect like myself, I got very comfortable with you for a minute."
Silk immediately returned to her typical style of speaking, or at least the way Merciless expected her to speak, but Merciless responded in kind.
"You know woman, you don’t need to change your pattern of speech to please me, if wish to speak like this, you are free to do so, I can still understand you very damn well either way."
At these words, Silk looked up to Merciless, the gesture was kind, and as such she inwardly sighed to herself and replied as such.
"If that is thy wish, I shall gladly accept thine offer. Verily, it is a vexation to converse in the strange tongues of this modern age."
Upon hearing this, Merciless then began to ask carrying the conversation forward once more.
"You went to scavenge content from other people’s dreams, correct? What exactly did you steal from those mental worlds?"
Merciless questioned Silk, who at the time began to abruptly float in the air as she freed herself from Merciless’ grips, meeting him face to face until her form began to swell once more, and what was before Merciless was the giant woman he had met prior, boasting her height of 12ft tall or maybe slightly over, and now Silk had returned to her regular form.
Silk continues to speak as she looks down on Merciless. She extends her right upper arm into the air, and seven spheres of various colors emanate and swirl around her palm.
Shen then brought them down to face Merciless, who looked at the weird items she had brought from her exploration.
And with that said Silk began to speak.
"Ah, my dear partner, there is something else I must confess. I took full advantage of the exam’s chaos, slipping into the dreams of the sleeping participants. Though I didn’t acquire much from them, what I gathered will serve to strengthen thy inner world even more."
Merciless’s gaze sharpened, curiosity piqued by her admission.
"Go on."
He urged.
Silk continued, her voice dripping with a mix of pride and cunningness.
"I delved into the dreamscapes of other vampires, pilfering fragments from their inner worlds, be they whole or fragmented. Some of these dreamers possessed established foundations, while others, lacking the skill to navigate their own dreamscapes, were left vulnerable. From these hapless soulless fools in slumber, I absconded with seven precious fragments."
She twirled the fragments in the air, clearly enjoying the recounting of her deeds.
"Naturally, I went undetected by those who were guarded by dream beasts—protectors of their dream realms during their absence. However, for those lacking such defenses… they proved to be rather simple prey."
But let me explain to you what they do.
"This first fragment."
She gestured to a sphere of deep, iridescent blue.
"This residue hails from a dream once belonging to a vampire with a profound affinity for the sea. It thrums with the essence of forgotten ocean depths and exotic aquatic life, resonating with the haunting songs of ancient, unfathomable abysses."
"In this modern era, those who possess and are aware of their inner worlds are referred to as espers. In times of old, you would have been known as a Dreamer."
The sphere shimmered, and for a brief moment, Merciless could see shadowy, undulating shapes moving within its depths, their movements almost hypnotic.
"Are those sea monsters?"
"Indeed they are."
She replied, then she continued further.
"Next."
Silk continued, indicating a swirling sphere of sickly green and black.
"This fragment originates from a dreamscape tainted by a mind steeped in forbidden knowledge. It is plagued by visions of twisted, otherworldly entities and malign symmetries, where reality itself seems to fragment into grotesque patterns."
The sphere flickered and pulsed, the green and black colors intertwining and creating an unsettling, almost nauseating effect.
Just looking at it made Merciless want to vomit for some reason.
"I cannot fault thee; this fragment is, indeed, revolting. Yet, what else should I have expected, given that it was plucked from the mind of a noble Psychomisian vampire?"
Silk explained as she moved on to another.
"Then we have this fiery red fragment."
Silk said, pointing to a sphere blazing with intense, shifting shades of crimson and gold.
"Within this fragment lies a dream of volcanic ruin and rebirth. The dreamer was beset by apocalyptic visions of molten realms and cataclysmic eruptions—a dreamscape where fire and fury reigned supreme."
"This one is a true nightmare. The vampire from whom it was taken harbored an immense fear of the sun after narrowly escaping death by its light. This fragment is shaped by the trauma that has plagued his mind ever since, rendering him nearly sleepless."
Explain Silk.
As Merciless watched his flames danced within the sphere, their heat almost palpable, despite the distance.
But Silk moved on to the other one right after.
"The fourth... Hehehe!!.. Is quite useful, since I got it from a Solomon vampire, with Anti-social problems."
Silk gestured to a sphere that seemed to be made of ever-shifting patterns of shimmering silver and deep violet, this one seemed calm, yet still vastly terrifying, but upon looking closer those shimmering colors were a vast amount of eyes.
"Is a void filled with countless eyes, all watching, all judging. This dreamer was haunted by the fear of exposure, a paralyzing dread of the ever-present gaze that stripped away every pretense, every carefully crafted facade."
"The eyes bore into his very soul, unblinking, merciless, revealing the fragile and fractured self he so desperately tried to conceal. His paranoia festered, turning the dreamscape into a shadowy abyss where the only light came from those endless, all-seeing eyes."
"Each stare carried the weight of his deepest fears—of being known, of being unmasked, of being truly seen for what he was, and what he could never be."
The sphere pulsed rhythmically, mimicking the distant heartbeat of a universe in constant flux. The eyes blink in unison with these fluxes, they peered into what shouldn’t seeing what lies beyond.
Naturally, Silk moved on to the next.
"The fifth!"
Silk’s voice softened to a near caress.
"Is a garden of thorns, a twisted paradise where every step brings pain and pleasure in equal measure. The vampire who dreamt of this world sought a perverse beauty in suffering, finding a strange solace in the delicate balance between agony and ecstasy.z’
"In this dreamscape, roses with blood-red petals bloom amidst a labyrinth of razor-sharp thorns, their fragrance mingling with the metallic scent of blood. The ground is soft and inviting, yet every step is met with the sharp sting of thorns piercing the skin, drawing blood that nourishes the ever-growing flora."
"The dreamer’s world was one where pleasure and pain intertwined, where the pursuit of beauty was an endless cycle of torment and release, and where the line between the two blurred until they became one and the same."
"Such is the morbid representation of one who is a part of the infamous Loviatar clan, mhm... a fitting dream for one who sees murder as art, but is never satisfied with each new piece she makes."
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Commented Silk, as she moved on to the last one, clearly saving the best for last.
"And finally."
Silk concluded, her voice dropping to a whisper.
"Thou hast discovered the seventh—a clockwork heart, its rhythmic ticking echoing through the void, counting down to an inevitable end. The vampire who dreamt this was consumed by an obsession with time, forever haunted by the relentless passage of moments slipping away."
"His fear was not of death alone, but of time itself, that ever-present specter gnawing at his mind. Within this fragment, gears turn with mechanical precision, each ticks a stark reminder that time is finite, even in a world where immortals reign."
This poor soul, though he attained the immortality of a Michellian, was driven by such fear of the end that he embarked upon a thousand long journeys, seeking further means to anchor his existence, all in the desperate hope that one day he might truly be eternal."
The sphere pulsed with a mechanical rhythm, its light cold, and unfeeling.
On the other hand, Silk’s gaze met Merciless’s as the spheres continued to orbit her hand, their eerie lights casting strange shadows across their faces.
"These fragments."
She said.
"Are now yours, as such bring us to our first lesson, how to customize one’s inner world."
With that said she handed the fragment over to Merciless, as they began to float and spiral in his hands.
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