"So this is the squad that my dear Merciless is on; thankfully, it is not made up entirely of saquats, which is wonderful to know, but it is also not of the lowest order, which is exceptional at the very least. Lucy from Clan Jahad, Alucard from Clan Nosferatu, Albedo and Abadis from Clan Loviatar, and Jordan from Clan Solomon—a very interesting set-up indeed."
Michelle announced, causing some of the saquats to tremble with rage, but what could they do? They were in front of a man who was capable of destroying all vampiric clans in a matter of hours if he truly wanted to, their only saving grace being Eos laws, but the fact that they were in front of a progenitor meant they had to show respect whether they liked it or not either way.
Jordan, on the other hand, naturally wanted to assess the situation and took the initiative in asking Michelle as such, his voice and manner of speaking not being sarcastic at this time but rather unnaturally courteous.
"So, Lord Seventh, why exactly are you here?"
"Hmmmm... Oh right, your inquiry for my servant has him on edge. And I find it bothersome beyond words and meaning. As such, I may as well introduce myself once before you all step into the lion’s den."
Michelle confirmed. Of course, this piqued the interest of the group of vampires present, as they all turned in his direction. Of course, Michelle didn’t pay attention to them as much as they paid attention to him. After all, he came here just to deliver a message that these young vampires wouldn’t believe until he said so. Michelle, after all, had a natural aversion to suspense, and as such, the act of hiding one’s identity is irrelevant, if not annoying, in his eyes.
So, without holding back, his message was direct and straight to the point, but the impact it had on everyone in the room was enough to turn the entire vampire world upside down on its head at the disclosure.
"Well, Mr. so-called soul teller, if you want to know who Merciless sire is, you are looking at him right here. I recently sired a human to be my heir; therefore, Merciless, like you, carries royal blood."
....
Silent overtakes the area; everyone pauses at the reveal...
"Merciless is the...
Ophelia started, and Abadis continued.
"Kilde of the...
Lucy completed the statement with her long black hair covering her face in a forest of vibrant black and her brilliant green lips shining a gorgeous neon green. As she proceeded to add to everyone’s common conclusion, a wicked smirk appeared.
"The Seventh Progenitor!!"
...
"HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!" x6
The mass outburst of astonishment and dismay at the revelation was so loud that even Michelle clutched his sensitive ears; after all, this was Hector’s body, and he had all of his power in it. However, he has Hector’s great sense of hearing, making the screaming painful, to say the least.
"God, you are all so annoying; shut your trap this instant!!"
Michelle yelled, his enraged voice towering over everyone here, making them all shrink in terror at his invigorating mood. Of course, Jordan stepped in to review the situation and steer the conversation in a more positive direction.
"Our apologies, Lord Seventh; we really didn’t expect you to arrive with such fantastic news. A bit late, but you have the Solomons family’s congratulations; I hope young Merciless grows up to be as good as you are, my liege."
Michelle gave Jordan a scornful look and replied as if he was disgusted with him.
"Agh!! You are your father, son, alright, manipulating words to your advantage; I swear you serpents will be struck down one day if you keep doing this; those lovely words are nothing but poison."
"Its like my father said, you can read us like a book!!"
"Of course, we Michellians have been your closest allies for ages since the truce was struck in Old Rigondo. You sly fuckers are a headache to deal with, but after some time with you all, I figured out your way of life."
Michelle informed Jordan about a historical occurrence that resulted in clan Michellian making a truce with clan Solomon. Michelle quickly silenced Jordan, who was normally prepared, the moment he mentioned it.
However, Michelle gave everyone a serious look as he sighed, making everyone feel extremely nervous. On the other hand, Lucy attempted to speak as she looked at Michelle and stated.
"Ummm, Lord Seventh!?"
"Hmmm...
Michelle’s gaze soon focused on the individual who had shouted out to him; it was one of the Jahad whores. And when Michelle saw this, he began to smile. His wicked smile made Lucy shudder at the sight of it. He began to lick his lips, a sardonic and nasty sneer spreading with each word he uttered to her.
"The fragrance of a fellow slut, my sort of vampire, the sick temptation of curiosity, and the mystery of discovering what is beyond the veil of temptation is a sensation of pure ecstasy, is it not? Being free from shame is a quality of the free, and you possess it. Hehehe, I like you, girl; take care of Merciless in my absence, will you?"
Michelle spoke these words to Lucy, who flushed and felt a faint beat in her heart. The sensation was weird. Was she overjoyed at being praised by a progenitor? Why was her blood singing in response to his voice? His praise, work, and commands. Why does she desire to satisfy him, and is this the power of a progenitor? Overall, why did her skin tremble at the notion of Merciless as Michelle delivered those final words?
"Your response, Jahad one."
"Agh... oh yeah, don’t worry, he is in very good and capable hands; you have nothing to worry about, hehe. And ummm... my name is Lucy Jahad, by the way!"
"Oh, such an odd name; you, my child, are no light bringer. I see it in you. Tell me how a person this young can kill so many people their age. You are a living, walking cauldron of sorrow; explain to me how you are not going insane with all those negative souls being imprisoned within you. All of them are also high-ranking, heheh. Your hands are really bloody, Jahad one. It’s amazing how you can smile so innocently, knowing damn well what you have done. I’m wondering about what you plan to do with those 964,554,605,231,345,577,937 souls inside of you."
Michelle made a statement that surprised everyone. Even Jordan, who can sense how many souls a person is presently carrying, was shocked by this revelation. As his focus shifted to Lucy, she became the center of attention for all the other vampires in the room as a result of Michelle’s interference.
But no one here paid her too much mind since Michelle was still standing right in front of them.
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But at the same time, Lucy replied back to Michelle.
"These souls are just a formula for something bigger than themselves."
"Hehehe... is that so? I wonder what that can be; either way, don’t have too much fun."
Michelle replied, and on that note, Michelle moved the topic forward as he proceeded to enlighten everyone there.
"Hm! Either way, I said what I wanted to say, but I have one more thing to give!!"
"One more."
Alucard stated, and Albedo finished.
"What to give?"
"Yes, I have one more thing to offer; think of it as me paying you to do something in exchange for me. Now, take notes attentively and listen carefully. I examined each of your skills and discovered the greatest weapons fitted for each and every one of you. In exchange for this weapon, all I asked was that you all feed Merciless, the stronger monster, so he can siphon the genetic components into himself. I am well aware that some of you came here to scavenge spawn material to make weapons or to take genetic samples for experiments. Nothing is wrong with that because it is not my dang business to begin with; nevertheless, at the absolute least, feed Merciless 50% of your shares and you could have this in exchange."
Michell replied as a series of tiny gates opened behind him, revealing thirteen different weapons. Each of them was unleashing an enormous amount of force, which immediately captured the attention of everyone present.
"Those are Akres-tier weapons!"
Jordan remarked, his eyes wide open with jealousy and hunger. Right now, no one understands what Akres implies except for Jordan, the most knowledgeable person in the room, not including Michelle. Although Michelle looked at the young elder and said this.
"Oh, as I predicted, Solomon appears to have already infiltrated the G.O.D. Organization; yeah, Jordan, you are right about the Keres thing; they are what the people in G.O.D. call Kryptids. And here is a collection of weaponry employed by a great man in the past. As a set, they are known as K043-1-13 Prometheus armory, originally used by a false deity who earned the name Prometheus, and in Greek mythology, he is quite the figure."
"I will inform you that, while they are not ordinary weapons, they are more accurately defined as a phenomenon in the guise of a weapon, with each claiming to be capable of performing a supernatural feat beyond human comprehension. I’ve examined these weapons, and I must say that I believe someone here is manipulating fate to fit their selfish ambitions; it’s hilarious that I only have enough weapons to give everyone here for their exam, and these weapons are, surprisingly, compatible with each and every one of you."
Michelle replied humorously as he glanced at Anastasia with hate, realizing he was being twisted yet again to fulfill this woman’s quest for more power; even while she was sleeping, her control over fate was far greater than his own.
’Tsk, this woman’s power can easily pass for a Temes-rank Kryptid with such hazardous abilities. All circumstances are irrelevant to her since she unconsciously perceives them as opportunities alone, As a result, she benefits even in impossible situations, I swear to Eos above any dream-based abilities or fate-manipulating bullshit; they are always the hardest type of powers to deal with if you are not prepared for various uncertainties.’
’Note to self, Michelle: Create an anti-fate weapon stronger than any already operational anti-fate weapons, because it is evident to me that my current degree of fate negation is insufficient to oppose this aberration fate manipulation.’
Michelle admitted to himself honestly that Anastasia’s threat level required his entire concentration to comprehend the cause and effect that she was continually manipulating on a passive level.
But that would be when he had time for himself, for his attention was drawn back to the kneeling children in front of him as he began to explain, or, better yet, not wanting to waste any more time, he was direct with his comments.
"Well, I have already stated how much I am willing to pay. Tell me, do you all agree with this deal? Trust me, these weapons will definitely save your ass’s when you are in a tough spot. I have tested each and every one of them, and if used correctly, even that human that is fighting my son can match the power of an elder."
When everyone heard this for the first time, a shared understanding was achieved, as they all responded accordingly.
"Of course."
Ophelia said this with a greedy smirk.
"Yes, we will do it."
Lucy affirmed
"I agree, so can I have my weapon now?"
Alucard stated and asked
"Prometheus Armory, ha?!"
Jordan stated this clearly, as he was desperate to get his hands on his own kryptids. These anamoulous weapons were even more mysterious to those who were deep into the supernatural world, given the fact that only the G.O.D. organization kept them locked away from the world, containing and protecting them at the same time.
As a result, Michelle pulled out a massive pair of dark purple swords that were identical in color and constructed of the same material. However, the construction was different; one weapon was a blue dadao small sword, while the other was a long sword. They appear to be formed from the fur of some unearthly beast, giving the impression that they are living.
Michelle removed the swords from the spatial gates; he retained them within while the two pairs of blades glided towards Jordan, his eyes shining from the hilt to the tip.
"K043-6, Prometheus Swords; these blades have two distinct abilities. The dadao allows the user to project a field in 360 degrees. This field, which spans two meters from the user on all sides, allows you to read your opponent’s assaults and counter them ahead of time because you can always see five seconds into the future. While the long sword allows the user to cut anything in its path, even conceptual attacks, anything that enters the field will be sliced into pieces and chunks if the attacker has negative intentions toward the user since the unseen slashes are a sure-hit attack, and these slashes aren’t normal either; once slashed, you cannot heal from them if you are within 5km of the inflictor to begin with. Also, all of these weapons are indestructible."
