"Yes, the Dracules are from the eighth clan, that being clan nosferatu; they are the first saquats to appear as the progenitor of that rebellious group. Well, I have nothing against them; my dispute is with clan Jahad, but the Dracules are one of Lavatos’ five major Mafia families."
When Merciless heard this, his first thought was.
"Clan Nosferatu ha? Now that is a name I am familiar with."
"Yes, those are the vampires that humans are aware of, but the reality around them is horribly misdirected; this is, of course, intentional, given that vampires commonly do things to fool humans and twist the truth around their existence, but clan Nosferatu takes that a step further and spreads misinformation in a variety of different ways; besides that, as much as I hate to admit it, clan Nosferatu is the only saquat clan I regard to be a pain in the ass in terms of lineage to deal with in a head-on collision."
"Lineage-wise, you say, why so?"
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"As you should already know, each clan has distinct clan characteristics. Michellian possesses a supernatural physical body attribute that makes them far more physically superior than most if not every other vampire clan; their most powerful body trait is, of course, regeneration. You guys were designed to be tough as fuck and even tougher to kill than other vampires. All elder vampires alone in your clan require only a drop of blood and a few seconds to repair their bodies following serious injuries. On the other side, clan Nosferatu’s attribute is transformation."
Albedo explains in detail to Merciless.
"Transformation like shapeshifting into another creature?"
"No, I mean that they physically have access to multiple forms, each of which grants them a multiplier, making them substantially stronger than the previous form while also being a huge pain in the ass to deal with. Its first form increases all stats and ichor by 30 times, while its last and ultimate form increases total power by 300 times. As a result, even the lowest peasants can equal the strength of a high-ranking middle-class vampire from the royal clans. The trade-off, of course, is that they have the greatest weaknesses among any other vampires that you may exploit, such as being unable to walk in the rain, unable to cross a flowing river that has been infected with holy water, or entering residences at particular times of the day."
When Merciless heard this, his eyes opened up with slight interest as he replied to Albedo.
"Now there’s an intriguing trait—one that lets you enhance your strength through multipliers, with each form being greater than the last. "Hmm, that is quite interesting. If the peasants are already that strong, I wonder how strong the nobles are."
"The nobles are fucking monsters; is that what they are?" They can be dealt with only by a royal vampire or clan progenitor. Those transformations are a pain in the ass to deal with; it is advised to kill them before they transform, as it takes an enormous amount of time to undergo just one, well, one minute to be precise, but their second trait, absolute stealth, aids them in this matter; they can hide everything about themselves, erasing themselves from the world around them. That is why I stated that clan Nosferatu is the most dangerous saquat vampire clan to deal with out of all others."
"Men, that is just insane; they are basically cheating at that point."
Merciless stated.
Which Albedo reaffirmed.
"Exactly... but then and again, I expect no less from a saquat clan that came from the Netherstar clan, the clan of the vampire king, of course."
"Well, that explains a lot."
Merciless said.
"Yap! But I respect them more than those clans of whores, though."
"Clans of whores are talking about clan Jahad."
"Indeed, Merciless, believe me when I say clan Jahad is bad; they are a clan of predominantly female vampires that can make a succubus appear like a nun. They specialize in childbearing and are a clan that elevates the Sephiroth family’s selective breeding procedures to new heights. Those bitches are hazardous because they produce powerful monster progeny in such short periods of time. Their army of hybrids makes it difficult to approach them with evil intentions. They can basically breed with anything or anybody; they are also the only clan with the greatest number of pureblood variants on their sides; that fox there is an excellent example of a pureblood variant... the traits of legendary yokai, but with all the powers of a noble vampire."
"Father thinks the best way to cope with people of clan Jahad is to control the whores via domination or making them fall in love with you, but then and again, a clan that revels in profound and unhinged whoredom, huh, good luck, their fetish and sexual ideals exceed everything you can conceive. They live to fuck, procreate, give children, and continue the cycle indefinitely."
"However, like all other saquat clans, they have a severe fault that comes with their features, which you may exploit. They are whores, yes; yet, if you can persuade someone from their clan to submit or to fall in love with you, as I already stated, the advantages will be priceless. Those ladies, in exchange for the ability to crossbreed and decrease the length of pregnancy."
"They will follow you even in death; those women feed off the love of their real lovers or masters; therefore, if you make one fall in love with you via romance or dominance, they will obtain a love crest on their womb representing the person they fell in love with or submitted to. If they have that crest, you can practically force them to do whatever you want. But here’s why I said they’re valuable, even if it kills me to say so."
"If you die, you can be brought back to life by sacrificing one of the offspring you had with them. And when you revive, you will retain all of your powers, lineage, and everything else you had before. However, you will also inherit everything your child possesses, including their unique powers and Ichor."
Merciless was actually astonished when he heard this, and a plan began to shape in his thoughts as he pondered something. If they possess this unique clan trait, their lovers may actually be reincarnated into something considerably greater than what they were before, continuing the process of dying and rebirthing indefinitely until they are content with what they have become. He didn’t show it, but he was smiling inside. This clan of whores was precisely what he needed. He could quite literally create his own distinctive chimera lineage.
Albedo, on the other hand, spotted Merciless’ small smirk and had a horrible feeling about what he was going to do.
’Don’t tell me he’s going to nonchalantly die over and over again in order to obtain power. He is not that insane, right? I mean, I might understand it as an extra lifeline, but for the sake of power, is he really willing to do what I believe he is about to do based on that strange smirk on his face?’
Merciless, on the other hand, began to consider this for himself.
’Fuck the additional lifeline; I want all of the lineages that clan has under its wings. Sure, Black Tail can study, change, and take genetic traits, but I still have to foster those traits to begin with. However, if I had the refinement power of millions of perfect genetic traits, if not billions, of different races within myself and let all of those brats cultivate their power for me until they attain complete mastery over everything that they are, I could very literally become the ultimate life form in the future via this fucked up method, and all it will cost me is my seed; this is a fucking win in my book.’
’Agh, clan Jahad; I want all the beauty in that clan for myself; if I wanted to, I could definitely clone myself to speed up the process of achieving my objective; day and night fucking endlessly and constantly to produce more sacrifices that would become nutrients for my development. Sure, that sounds harsh as fuck, but so what? Power is power, just like $20 is $20.’
But why stop there? I could also create an army of chimeric god slayers to do my bidding; half of the children will be trained as sacrifices, while the other half will be bred to murder gods. I am a fucking genius; this may work. It will take some time, but with patience, I will build an ultimate vessel that is superior to all other life forms.
Merciless began to keep an eye on Lucy and Ophelia, otherwise known as the goth club. Lucy was currently twirling her hair while talking to Ophelia, and at that moment, Merciless made up his mind.
This so-called clan of whores will soon become a clan of incubators.
He didn’t care how long it took; to attain perfection, sacrifices are needed! NO!! It was necessary.
"Say, Albedo, do you know if that Lucy chick is single?"
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"Albedo?"
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"You’re fucking nuts; you know that, right? But if you get off to the idea of fucking suicide, there’s not much I can do to assist you in that regard. But, certainly, that green devil is still indeed single, from what I know so far at least. Good luck, though; from what I hear, she is a little different from those whores. In layman’s terms, that woman isn’t easy to woo. Your best hope is to demonstrate the potential of your lineage; if your bloodline appeals to her, she will try to seduce you and get you in bed at least once, but that is how things normally go with the Jahads. Either way, don’t rush things; instead, play it cautiously and allow her to slowly fall in love with you until the mark emerges in her womb area. And here is a last bit of advice, but I’m not sure whether it will be useful to you because I don’t know what your Ichor is or if you have a way to do what I am about to tell you based on some information my father got on them. I heard their clan is seeking someone who can alter and fuse genetics in general."
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Merciless realized right then and there that clan Jahad was already in his clutches. On that basis, this was obviously something he would concentrate on in the long run in order to achieve his ultimate aim. On the other hand, he was quickly snapped out of his trance when he heard Max reach out to him and say.
"Anyways, we will talk more about this matter later; those guys are coming towards us."
"Hmmm!"
At that point, Merciless looked ahead of him; the Nos and the human were indeed approaching them.
It wasn’t long until the dark-skinned man stood before them, his hand folded, and the human had both hands in his pocket. While the dark-skinned man turned to face Max and then Merciless.
"Neon boy, you I know, but who the hell are you?"
The dark-skinned man spoke to Merciless, who responded in an equally nasty tone.
"Ever heard of introductions, tough guy?"
"Egh! "Are you trying to start a fight, Blondie?"
"Fight, you Pfft. Oh, please spare me the boredom that will come with it! In any case, you come here like an asshole and want others to simply accept your manner of speaking. Yeah, buddy, I don’t work like that; if you have an issue with what I’m saying, we can take it outside."
"Ohhh, I like this one boss; it has a lot of guts."
"Hahaha, at the very least he has promised, but talking and doing are not the same thing. Fine! Fine! Alucard Dracule, are you happy now, Blondie? If so, I am done with you. I hope you have the same zeal on the battlefield as you have now; I despise the weak and naive."
Alucard stated this as he strolled by Merciless and Albedo and took a seat at the circular table, not bothering much less caring to hear Merciless name. On the other side, the human stayed and told both of them, "Well, gentlemen, I will see you around, the same team, and everything you know." In any case, Zane Izangel is the name.
Zane muttered before strolling along, following his so-called boss; with that, Merciless said to Albedo.
"Well, that should make a total of five of us, right? Well, let us get this meeting star...
*Badump*
’Ha? What the hell is this?’
’What is this heavy feeling?’
’Is that monster actually a vampire? It doesn’t feel like one, but it’s the second-strongest aura that I’ve felt today. This familiar feeling, demonic miasma, and a whole lot of it...
On that topic, the others appear to be quite calm, almost as if they haven’t sensed the coming threat; he wondered if anyone in this room other than himself feels, let alone understands, what demonic miasma is. There was so much of it that it was as if the two had been soaked in it for all their lives.
The figure arrived at the damaged door, with a guy being the first to come. Long white, if not silvery-looking, hair, pale skin, long but not so tall that it stood out among others there. At least 6’0 tall, with a slim and muscular frame. He wore a blindfold over his eyes and kept both hands in his pocket. Last but not least, he was dressed in pretty old-fashioned attire, similar to those worn by emos or goth males in the 1990s and 1980s.
He appeared to be a delinquent; yet, he took notice of something really unexpected: a woman with clear skin and bontiful breasts, long demonic horns, a pair of gigantic demonic wings, and devilish-looking black tails that trailed behind her. This woman had a menacing atmosphere about her, but unlike the male, she was the one who released the most of the miasma.
However, he did not have time to inquire since Alucard took note of the guy and, shockingly, bowed with respect, while Lucy and Goth Glub appeared to have distanced themselves from him by moving to the far ends of the circular table. Meanwhile, Albedo had a surprised expression on his face, while Abadis appeared to be more pissed than usual for some reason.
’Just who is this person for everybody to behave like this?’
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Hector responded by sending him a message via their link through the blindfolds.
’That, my alpha, is the 4th son of the infamous clan Solomon Jordan Astaroth; he doesn’t appear like much, but he is most likely the only elder vampire among everyone currently here. But, aside from being an elder vampire, he is well-known as the soul teller; if you ever need a loan in souls rather than currency, he is the one to go to. If you need to negotiate a bargain with a high-ranking demon, you approach him. If you need to get into the underworld, hell, purgatory, or any other demonic region, you go to him. Clan Solomon has great links to demons; even their peasants could casually call middle-rank demons and wield their abilities as they like. They are also masters in manipulating Miasma and casting curses on their adversaries.’
’Is that actually true, Hector? Wow, a loan shark that only deals with souls—who would have guessed there are also people like that too?’
’Well, my alpha, business is business, and for clan Solomon, souls are the currency of life.’
’Fascinating indeed.’
