Merciless could only see darkness, vivid, unclear darkness; in the midst of unconsciousness, he felt something rising; he had no idea what this was or what was happening to him; on the other hand, the pain was all he felt for a while, a burning sensation emanating from his head and heart especially and spreading like an irritating blight throughout his body at a rapid pace.
’How annoying, Is this intended to be one of her so-called pranks? Should I be upset or joyful right now? I just got kissed and stabbed through the heart at the same time. Heheh, very romantic. Like, fuck, I would say that, tsk. I need to bed that woman as soon as possible; forget omniscience and omnipresence, some training is in order Jesus stabbing me out of nowhere without warning to boot.’
’Agh, it makes me wonder if all the bitches in this supernatural community are this crazy, or if she is an exception to the rule. Whatever it is, I hope this burning pain that is eating me alive from within is worth it, and I am willing to take Hector’s word for it; a man has to trust his dog, you know.’
Merciless murmured this to himself; currently speaking, he felt like he was slowly sinking into a deep pit of the most vivid black mud; the disorder of this inner universe was unattractive in every way, or so others would see it. Merciless, on the other hand, felt relaxed sans the scorching agony, but in this location, he felt at peace: no noise, no cares, no duties, nothing but vivid and clear freedom, quietness, and stillness at its best, all in all, a much-needed break, and one pure unhinge silence.
’*blllluuuuuub!*, haaaa... you know, pain aside, this isn’t so bad; so much has transpired over the course of just two days, and yet I feel like I have already come so far, hilarious. I’ve met so many incredible people—strong, lethal, cruel, tactical, powerful, and overwhelming. Although I cannot say I appreciate dying twice in less than a week. But you know, this death isn’t so horrible; it’s way better than the first time around; it had honor in it, and it seemed vastly more respectable than the first.’
’Sigh... yet the reality remains: I am weak, and comically so! To believe I was killed by a human creature rather than a dragon, god, demon, or anything beyond human comprehension. Ugh... umu... umu, what a terrible sensation to think it was an updated monkey who did this to me. Sigh! There must be more methods to obtain more power; I don’t care where it comes from; I want more power, and no sacrifice is too great or minor in the face of power. Because, in the ultimate scheme of all things, power renders everything irrelevant, for it is absolution in its purest form.’
’Maybe I ought to train the next time I go to sleep, and if I can imitate the crazy chi method Zane used to off me, I’ll be able to radically change the playing field in my favor. Yes, that is what I have to do; I will build a fantasy world, no! A horrific nightmare under harsh conditions that no vampire could possibly survive, and I shall train to myself there to my heart’s content.’
These were Merciless’ most inner and darkest thoughts, and no one was around to see, let alone hear them, or so Merciless thought at the time. However, he couldn’t be more incorrect than he is today.
Because a voice suddenly screamed out to him in this black muck, or sticky fabric of reality, in which he had become caught. The voice radiated from deep inside his own thoughts, and it was both captivating and horribly unsettling. It seemed as if millions of fire ants were swarming inside his skull, infecting his brain in a horrifically morbid fashion.
"I see... So that is your desire?!"
’Ha!? What the hell is this supposed to be now?!’
"Rude but understandable."
The woman’s voice informed Merciless, who was only consciously aware, although the darkness surrounded him from all sides, preventing him from perceiving anything. Nonetheless, this lovely voice appeals to him, despite the quantity of insane things he has seen and witnessed in the last two days. It is not surprising that he is starting to believe anything at this stage.
As a result, his reaction at this moment in time was completely comprehensible, as he began to respond to the unknown voice as such.
’I see, so the Brunhilde effect is now happening; ahhh, about time. Tell me, woman, who you really are. And why are you in my head? For all I know, I might be somewhere entirely else but you get what I mean. Anyway, a rudimentary introduction would be nice, and by the way, I am Merciless Minvera Elderblood.’
Merciless responded to the strange voice casually, as if he had grown accustomed to the strangeness that was now his unlife. Even so, this astonished this enigmatic being, but she quickly regained her calm and proceeded to respond to Merciless as she suggested.
"Is that true?" Well, I always knew that, but now that your threads have been severed, I no longer see you as mere fiction. But I think that being is to blame for your current freedom; anyway, I know who you are and who you were, Merciless. Or should I say, Mercy Morga, a forsaken member of the once-famous Morgan family, a very powerful family consisting of man-powerful witches and warlocks who were thought to be the strongest during the reign in the age of the Gods?"
Merciless expected to be astonished when he heard this, but after seeing Brunhilde, the surprise aspect of encountering an omniscient or omnipresent entity no longer hits as hard. Was this usual, or was the world becoming too normal for him at this point? Whatever it was, it didn’t matter at the moment. In this case, all he wanted to say or question was why this being had reached out to him to begin with.
"Hmmm, you don’t seem surprised by my presence at all; how amusing yet unmotivating at the same time."
’Don’t worry, I’ve seen omnipresent and omniscient entities before, so the shock effect isn’t as strong now.’
"A weird one you are indeed, hardly two days old, and unfortunate enough to meet such beings so early on in your unlife; it’s like your luck is non-existent at this point."
’Thanks for the reminder, lady, but I don’t need you lecturing me about my bad luck; I am confident I utilized all of it in one sitting when I met Michelle and became a member of the supernatural realm and a royal vampire to boot.’
But, in any case, let us go straight to the point: who are you? And why did you contact me, to begin with?
"Right to the point, I see. Hehehe, an odd one, you are indeed. Okay, then I’ll bite. First and foremost, let me introduce myself."
The voice repeated these lines in a highly captivating tone, her laugh spreading across this strange universe, whatever it was or is, which, of course, was unknown to Merciless, but he has trust in the Brunhilde effect.
As a result, he began to pay close attention to this being’s narrative, or rather, introduction. He could smell a profit heading his way; however, the size of this fish was now unknown to Merciless.
"In the past, I was known as the weaving mother; my strands moved creation with a single tug, and all of totality was contained within one web, my web. And then that event happened: yeah, the creation of the universe. I was born before the origin, but we were not born equals; rather, I came to be from nothing, and it originated from nuclear chaos. As a result, this hole of absolute nothingness that I previously called home was overrun by its will. I attempted to protect my home, but in the end, I was severely beaten and squashed like an insignificant bug, as the humans would call it. And as punishment for my misbehavior, or so I was told, that thing sealed me in the orb that woman forced down your throat. But, other than that, there is nothing much else to say; I don’t have a name and don’t require one, but if you have to call me something, call me Silk."
Merciless was unable to open his eyes, but he was internally shocked for the first time since coming into contact with this entity. Being omniscient and omnipresent was one thing. But being the first thing to appear within the fruit of life was another.
’Wait a minute... did you just say you came before everything else in existence, or am I just losing my mind as a result of dying too much?’
Silk stated to Merciless that her response was firm as it was serious.
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"This is no joke, nor are you going insane, I am what I stated I am, it is up to you to believe it."
Merciless then responded to her as such.
’Well, this is surprising; so, Lady Silk, since I was forced to be bound to you by that prankster, what now?’
"What now indeed, but I am glad we are on the same page here, but since you are here, I have a proposition to make, of course, if you would hear me out."
’A proposition ha, heheh... now you are talking my language, lay it one me.’
Merciless spoke plainly to Silk, who responded immediately, as she had stated to Merciless.
"Vampire, who hates the Gods religiously, would you be interested in becoming my contractor? Of course, I want something in return, but if you agree, you can leave this place with a power unique only to me."
