"Oh, you appear perplexed, but it should be obvious that the world you and I know is nothing more than a minuscule piece of a larger, multilayered set of higher infinities. And what you perceive as godlike entities are insignificant in the grand scheme of things. In any case, I’ll see you soon, Michelle. After I take over your body you so foolishly offered up to me, we’ll settle things one last time in the 15th before I leave for the garden, a location you know nothing about, and when I get there, I’ll kill Eos personally, once and for all, omni-locked be damned, and only then will my vengeance be complete."
"You will never reach Eos, you deluded bitch, and the one who shall kill him will not be you or anybody else but me. What he has become is truly unpleasant—that much, I will admit; you have no idea how much it pains me deeply to think that the king we serve views us as nothing more than problem children who must be tamed or put down by his screwed-up laws. However, that obligation falls solely on me, but not yet. I will not end this nightmare until I see him become strong enough to see the true me in the 15th. Until then, this nightmare will continue, and until then, you and me alike shall fall in place before the king."
"As such, I reserve the right to use whatever force is required to maintain the balance of order established by Eos. By the end of the day, he is my king, just as he is yours; I’m not sure what higher force was able to reverse the effects of the Spear of Laplace, the second weapon of Grace fashioned from Eos’ spine, by utilizing my Ichormancy. But I know what is best for all of us by the end of the day; all things will come to an end; Eos reign most definitely, but that time is not now, as such, Kali Underblade Sephiroth, erstwhile 7th progenitor and 2nd Arbiter under the king. I, Michelle Okelix Vinter Cain Elderblood, sentence you to death for treachery against the king."
[Open up... the 5th Gate of Apocalypse, the hand that holds the sword of order that destroys all things that dare trample over the path of balance; I call forth the lady of the lake Nimuë!!]
"As if I will let you summon that witch here."
Calesto-Makia then began to emit a similar purple and black energy from within its head. At this moment, it would not be an understatement to say that Calesto-Makia became a perfect replica of the Scyth of Conceptual Separation after capturing Elaine’s conceptual attack. As a result, Kali may now divert the very same separation attacks back to Michelle for one time only, until she catches another one of the scythes attacks; however, she can also enhance the power of the attack that she wishes to redirect to any level she likes without limits.
And whatever attack she captures, she has complete awareness of since the Divine Arms are an extension of her body in some way. And, with Elaine’s ability to chop conceptions in half and even annihilate them, Kali may now pick how many concepts she wishes to separate or straight-up destroy.
To put this into context, Kali now has the ability to destroy a large portion of the creation as a whole inside the local macrocosm, multiplied by whatever unreasonable number of times she desires.
. Destroy the concept of Michelle’s weakest avatar consciousness.
. Destroy the concept of Kali’s defeat against Michelle.
. Destroy the concept of the Gate of Apocalypse.
. Destroy the concept of the chances of this attack missing the target.
. Destroy the concept of any miracle happening for Michelle.
. Destroy the concept of Michelle winning against Kali Underblade Sephiroth, the former 7th progenitor and arbiter of Eos Endless Neitherstar.
These were the concepts that Kali chose to destroy; however, she wasn’t finished just yet, no, she was merely getting started. Because as the purple aura radiates off the head of Calesto-Makia, its energy bursts forth in all directions, the light being large enough to swallow up countless omniverses within the realm of realization. As Kali increases the power of the attack by a hundred billion googolplexian, at this point the multiplier reaches a level of pure absurdity.
The menacing purple light had become so bright that it outshines even the brightest object in the known universe by leaps and bounds.
’Your body is mine, so say goodbye to it!!’
A huge purple crescent blade with a black aura was shot at Michelle at that time, its size so vast that neither Michelle nor Kali could tell where it began or ended; before Michelle, there was just a dazzling and blinding light, but it was too late.
’Foolish Kali, you are an idiot, and to think you were once my dearest friend. You didn’t pay attention at all, did you? My overlords are superior to all of the weapons I’ve built over the years, with the exception of the Grace series. Elaine’s might is tremendous; there is no doubt about that, but Nimuë is way above her, to the point where there is an unreachable wall between the two, just as there is an unreachable wall between each overlord, ranging from the weakest to the strongest.’
’Also, once a gate is opened, it cannot be closed until it has fulfilled its purpose; this war is one that I have already won, Kali.’
Kali heard a voice at that moment, and terror overwhelmed every fiber of her being. Because if she was here, it meant her conceptual attack, which increased by a hundred billion Googleplexians, did not reach Michelle in time; it was over for her, and she was aware of this. After all, she was an overlord whom all of the other progenitors feared more than any other overlord, despite being the 5th strongest overlord in Michelle’s shadow. The fear of death is something no royal progenitor fears, as they are beyond the very concept of it, but before Nimuë, death could as well be a mercy, because what she gives is not death but a sentence akin to death. For she grants perpetual isolation in the worst way conceivable.
{Ara! Ara! How long has it been, Kali, two million years, or five million? I honestly don’t remember, so please pardon me; I’ve been sleeping for so long that I’ve lost track of time, but nevertheless, my king’s commands are absolute; no hard feelings, okay? Michelle pretends to despise you, but deep inside, he misses his closest friend. He won’t admit it, but to him, you were like a big sister he never had. I am sure the two of you will patch things up eventually. I know, I know, he is such a tsundere; the fact that he asked me to deal with you is proof that he does not want you to die as he said, so take his childish threats with a grain of salt, ok! A victim of Eos is unquestionably a future ally. But, as things are right now, it’s clear to both me and him that you will not see reason. As such, swim in my tears until Michell says otherwise.}
"NI..ii..N...Nimuë?!"
Kali exclaimed in horror as she began to recognize this soothing but equally menacing voice, this lady, this shagoth, who was formerly acclaimed as one of the strongest water witches, serving the god Njord, but had become a shagoth after making a pact with one of the nine Devil emperors of hell. The Emperor of Envy, Leviathan... as a result, she sits above all water users, as none can rival her in this field; some even said that her power went beyond even the devil, who made her a Shagoth after becoming an overlord of Michelle.
"NOOOOO!! No! Nooo! You can’t do this to me; you can’t trap me here."
However, Kali was cut short by Nimu’s following comments, as the voice of a mature woman could be heard from every direction imaginable within the conceptual realm.
"Now, Kali, don’t be like that; it’s only a time out; I’m sure Michelle won’t keep you in here for more than 150 years. Given that we have finally received a young heir, do you have any idea how wonderful this is? "My blood is trembling at the thought of serving a new lord as great as Lord Michelle."
"But anyway, Kali, just sit here and enjoy the solitude and comforting sensation of my tears on your skin; in here, all meaning becomes irrelevant. You don’t need to worry about anything; you are in good hands. Anyway, I will talk to you whenever I get the chance again, ok!!? Good girl, for now drift astray in eternal irrelvancy. All that is known shall now be lost in imaginary cardinals."
At that very moment, Kali’s whole conceptual existence was tossed into a vast ocean of ever-expanding body of water. The ocean around Kali was so immense and unfathomable in scale that her previous attack, which was significantly greater in size than the whole realm of realization when placed into perspective, became lost in nothing but endless indeterminacy.
She was so lost that her abilities, concept of self-existence, bloodline, and everything except for her conscious mind, which was resting inside Anastasia until she sensed Michelle, vanished into the abyss of irrelevant space that took the form of an ever-expanding ocean. Kali, in simple terms at this moment, is beyond understanding. She was permanently lost in an imaginary sea of ever-expanding numbers, which no one could compute, and as such, her concept of being became irrelevant to everything else.
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Kali’s conceptual world began to disintegrate, but it was quickly replaced by another conceptual zone. One that was a calm forest that seemed similar to where Anastasia met Echidna. This was Anastasia’s conceptual domain, which was far smaller than Kali’s. But this place was also incredibly large.
Michelle, on the other hand, stands in the middle of a vast forest, a familiar lady resting on a rock. Her appearance is comparable to Kali’s, but mainly in terms of aesthetics alone: blue eyes, numerous arms, although instead of four, she now had six at present, and even more blue rings appeared. However, when Michelle looked closely, Anastasia now had five rings on each pair of her limbs. Five on each arm and five on each of her lower feet. Making it 40 rings instead of four. What was strange, however, was that new black marks began to develop on her face and body, looking a lot like constellations, and even a third new eye appeared on her forehead.
Aside from the hands and rings, the most startling difference was the presence behind her of a long serpent-like black tail that resembled Echidna’s tail without the black color; nonetheless, the tails also had rings. A total of five, for a total of 45 rings, while on her head was a pair of giant, long black horns that stretched skyward. But the most terrifying image was not the metamorphosis itself, but the object she was embracing in her sleep, which was Kali Calesto-Makia. All six of her arms were tightly gripping the Divine arm as if it were the most precious object in her possession.
"She really does look like Kali in this regard, but an innocent version of her, minus the tail and horns, of course."
Michelle muttered under his breath, commenting on Anastasia’s new looks as he glanced at her sleeping body. On the other hand, a familiar voice interrupted Michelle’s thoughts, as the speaker stated.
"My king, it has been done; I have sealed Kali away inside one of my teardrops; as of now, the girl is no longer in danger of Kali permanently taking her body for her own to complete her resurrection, after she became strong enough to handle her power; however, as you can see, we have a problem; most of Kali’s remaining power has been transferred over to this girl, putting her life in danger. Even if Kali was in a poor state, this variant body can’t handle that much pow... HAA? What? How is this possible?"
The woman said to Michelle, who began to look her way, and there she was, a tiny creature no more than six inches in size. She was a beautiful redhead with short hair and two pairs of different wings of the same color, that being blue. The lowest pair was demonic in nature, while the other was pixi-like. However, there was an issue. She had only one arm and leg: her left arm and right leg. It was clear that they were cut off. Her eyes were bright scarlet, but they appeared insect-like. She was naked, but the numerous demonic, ancient markings on her body provided the illusion of clothing befitting a succubus. On her head were a pair of black and red curled goat horns, and behind her lower back, connected to her tail bone, was a devil-like tail with a sharp black and red spear-like head.
This was Michelle’s fifth overlord, Nimuë, also known as the Lady of the Lake in most Artorian legends.
Michelle looked at the perplexed fairy, and upon seeing her present appearance, he grinned and remarked.
"You’re starting to look more complete since the last time I saw you; it is good that those injuries are healing really well."
"Agh, of course, my king, that bastard Cu is indeed formidable; I should expect no less from one of Skadi’s monsters." I won’t lie: his poisoned blood was extremely difficult to remove. Even now, after resting for millions of years to recover from the damage he inflicted on me. I only filtered out approximately 34% of his poison from my blood, but it was enough to cure most, if not all, of my internal organs, so I am at least double but very weakened. As of today, I’ve only restored roughly 22% of my former power. And it appears that I will need at least 2 billion years to fully recuperate from his screwed-up Ichormancy. So, more or less, I am still a far way from my peak condition."
"The only reason I was able to seal Kali away in my tears was because she was vastly weaker than the current me in that instant. As of right now, the present Kali possesses just 1% of her true power; her conceptual realm carried her a long way in that fight. And, if I had to estimate, she would be about Murphy’s present level of strength. However, almost 65% of the 1% transferred to this girl. But I’m perplexed; how is she able to contain Kali’s power so easily? Most variants would have died attempting to contain the essence of a goddess, who was also an arbiter, even if it was 1%."
Nimuë spoke and inquired simultaneously, but Michelle’s response surprised her.
"I have read her memories and researched her physiology; the only reason she is able to control that power is that she is being protected by a higher entity similar to myself, or maybe one greater than myself. I’m not sure what it is, as I’ve never heard the name before. But this youngster has a strange ability; like a snake, she can detect the origin of others once they intrude inside her body and digest them slowly but surely, allowing her to keep what she takes. Nimuë, have you heard of the name Echidna before?"
"Echidna... eghhhh... that’s a name I haven’t heard in a while; yep, the mother of whores and the progenitors of monsters. She gave birth to numerous monstrous kins before you were born, and they travel the omniverse, causing devastation wherever they arrive. Eos himself before he, well, hehe, you know what your connection with him is. But, indeed, Eos and she once crossed paths and nearly destroyed everything in the local macrocosm due to a disagreement. However, she is thought to be deceased. Eos literally reduced her to nothing, so I’m not sure how she survived."
"*sigh*, I’m truly left in the dust here at this point by yet another individual with a tie to the king and yet another person I don’t know anything about. What a horrific feeling! Anyways, Nim-Nim, may I have it?"
Michelle offered his hand to Nimuë, who nodded and pressed her finger to her eyes, revealing a drop of vivid lapis-colored tears on her nail. She then let it trickle down her slender fingers into Michelle’s palm, but before it reached his hand, it crystallized into a jewel barely larger than a speck of dust. This was, of course, Kali’s prison, as Nimuë sealed her away in her tears.
"My king, what do you intend to do with her? If possible, may you show her mercy just this once? Kali is not a bad person; like you, she is a victim of circumstances beyond her control."
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Nimuë begged Michelle, who only smiled sadistically at the tiny gemstone and murmured.
"Oh, don’t worry, I’m not going to murder her, but this egotistical bitch deserves some retribution for what she’s done to me over the years. At the very least, I’ll forgive her after I am done with her; to be honest, I needed a conscious being to finish my latest project."
"Ahhh, well, that’s good to hear; it will be just like old times, but the latest project thing is interesting. Say?! What are you making this time around, my king? It must be something stupidly overpowered, right?"
Nimuë asked with much curiosity; to which Michelle replied.
"Hmm! Oh, I am creating Merciless, a weapon. I examine his weapon talents, and he is similar to Ragnar in that, if taught properly, he can master any weapon. However, after careful analysis, I discovered that he has the best ability for wielding a giant halberd as his main weapon, followed by the great sword. Overall, Merciless is a heavily combat-oriented guy. He specializes in heavy weaponry, so once he finishes his training with Ragnar, I want to give him this halberd as a celebration. To be honest, I will merge Kali into the halberd to make it a Divine Arm. You see, I am going to construct him a weapon that is on par with the seven weapons of Grace in every aspect; it might even be my greatest creation to date, even better than the Thorns of The End, but I will put seals on it, 15 in all, with each seal being lifted for every realm he ascends. In this manner, Eos cannot claim that I broke the laws by creating an 8th weapon because, by the time Merciless reaches the 15th realm, this weapon will have evolved into a living entity. Eos said I couldn’t manufacture another Grace weapon, but he didn’t say I couldn’t create a new race."
"Oh, the young prince, how glorious; sad I won’t be able to meet him. Furthermore, if I encounter anybody other than a progenitor in this form, they will be poisoned by my pixie dust from my wings, which is now poisoned with Cu’s blood, so I guess I will have to wait. Sigh, how terrible; I pledge to Eos above that if I see that traitor again, I will sever all of his limbs and destroy all of his internal organs."
However, what Michelle said next made her the happiest she had been in a long time.
"Don’t worry, Nem-Nem; you won’t have to wait billions of years to filter the hydra’s blood out of your system. Ironically, I have discovered a means to counteract Cu’s blood; call it fate if you will. But I discovered something quite wonderful; honestly, my Kilde is the weirdest thing I have come across in all my life, and the potential he can offer to the clan is unparalleled. Even Murphy and Beatrice were perplexed the first time they saw it. Although it seems a little harsh, I am utilizing Merciless’ strange body to discover a solution for you. However, after studying his blood, we discovered that Merciless cells respond and adapt to anything dangerous within three minutes of infliction."
"If he can get through three minutes of whatever the hell is bothering him, that thing will no longer be an issue for him after the three-minute countdown. The difficulty is that Cu’s blood is also self-adaptable, so after Merciless cells adapt to it, Cu’s cells adapt by raising the intensity to counteract his adaptation and dissuade his cells. The irony is that Merciless cells can learn from their mistakes, hence countering Cu’s adaptation and pace of eradication. It learns to avoid the poisonous characteristics until it can adjust again."
"To be honest, it’s insane and frightening at the same time, like a microbe running away from a white blood cell. Since all of his cells appear to have some level of consciousness to them. As a result, in order to secure its existence, it does strange things. Like there was this one time when his cells formed a wall around one cell to protect that cell, while the other cells sacrificed themselves to adapt to Cu adaptation. And right now, Merciless cells are starting to create an anti-body to resist the poison that it treats like a disease; I believe it will be completed in a month or two since the anti-bodies are neutralizing Cu’s adaptable blood slowly but surely, but men, he has an equally weird but even more scary physiology with eldritch-like behaviors."
"Wait, so that means I may meet the young prince earlier than expected, right? "What a cool ass body! How can you call that weird? No one has found a way to deal with Cu’s hydra blood; not even the Loviatar family head could find a cure for it."
"Hehe, I know how amazing my kilde is, Nem-Nem; you don’t have to tell me that, he did come from my amazing self, you know, but I have a sick feeling those sneaky bastards, like Beatrice, already know of Merciless existence; after all, they have someone who can manipulate the future via superstrings, which they call life veins." If the Loviatar clan had someone like Merciless among its family members, it could easily become one of the most powerful royal clans among the main seven."
"And with Merciless Ichor being the cause for his body’s ability to transcend genetics, I can confidently state that if Merciless walks in the sun, his cells would immediately treat the thing vampires fear the most as a threat that it cannot tolerate. And given the Michellian’s ability to resist the sun to some level, I can already picture Merciless’ crazy ass physiology finding a way to make sunlight advantageous rather than destructive."
"Now, Nem-Nem, ponder deeply and carefully. Which clan wouldn’t want him? We’re talking about a vampire capable of eliminating every clan’s vulnerability. The Nosferatu clan, in particular; my point is Nem-Nem; not even Eos, with his law and axiom manipulation, could lift the curse; nonetheless, Merciless Body does not see curses and intangible forces as conceptual or absolute. To his body, everything that is damaging to his health, including things that are conceptual in nature, is addressed as if they were diseases. This means that Merciless Ichor transcends aspects in their entirety; this is the true power of his adaptability and evolutionary modifications."
"To conclude what Merciless is, he is basically what the eighth progenitor aspired to be: the perfect vampire, the lord of blood above the sun, the white child. In this instance, Merciless can be called the Golden Child, a being that transcends vampirism without the assistance of outside forces. Merciless, unlike the eighth progenitor, was born flawless due to his Ichor and has the ability to overcome weakness. Heheh, I can’t wait to rub this in her face; her reaction will satisfy my cruel needs to ruin the dreams of others... heheh."
