’A proposition ha, heheh... now you are talking my language, lay it on 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."
Silk announced this to Merciless, who began to pique his interest, and it would be a lie to claim that Merciless did not have some curiosity in this strange woman who appeared out of nowhere.
And, being Merciless, he naturally replied to her claim as such, putting reason ahead of curiosity.
’That does seem like a really nice idea, I am not going to lie, and it is certainly preferable to leaving this weird place with nothing. So tell me what type of contract we’re talking about, and just so you know, I’ll dismiss anything that seems even somewhat unfair.’
"Oh, trust me, little vampire, what I am offering you is something far more than anyone is willing to give up so easily. That much, I promise you. Of course, just hear me out, and you can make up the final decision for yourself after I am done talking."
Silk readily translated these words to Merciless, who naturally began to listen. He did, of course, tell himself that before power, it made no difference where it came from or how dark and rotten it was. He desires everything that has the potential to harm or kill another person, regardless of shape or form.
That was his honest perspective on the subject; his fury naturally drove him to seek power. As a result, he must slay the Gods in order to consummate his revenge by wiping them all out of existence. It made little difference whether his powers came from a holy source, a demonic one, or a far darker origin entirely than the two put together.
’Well, then I am all ears; go ahead, enlighten me, and let’s see if your demands are reasonable first and foremost.’
Announced Silk, on the other hand, she responded to him in a kind manner. With her demands and incentives being clear and direct, as she gets straight to the point.
"What I actually want is silence above everything else. I beg, seek, plead, and pray anxiously at every moment for the day when an opportunity may arise for me that will allow me to take back what is mine; that being my silence, I wish desperately to be restored."
"And the instant I saw that enigmatic woman safeguard me from the temple where my seal was held, I knew my unachievable dream was not far away, but what I didn’t expect was what she did to my seal. Even as we talk, the framework that binds me and my power to a great extent is now within you. Even if I wanted to, there isn’t much I can accomplish on my own; I need someone to assist me, someone to act on my behalf."
"I am certain that I can make it worthwhile... for you to assist me in reclaiming the crown, and in exchange, I will offer you one step above that. I shall take the throne as my own, but you can take the crown. I am a being that cares little for absolution; what I want is the void of totality from whence I once came to spread my webs back where they belong. Of course, you may have the hardware and do with it as you please, but honestly speaking, I am the one who tugs the threads of fate in accordance with my will. My duty is to cradle existence, which is where I want to return, to rule, as the one absolute means nothing to me. But as long as that thing exists, I cannot do anything I want."
Silk spoke with an attractive and engaging tone, so each statement and word had weight. Of course, Merciless listened closely to her remarks and paid special heed to them; his response to her request arrived shortly after she had made her desires clear.
"So what you are saying is that you want my help to kill this being that drove you here to begin with, and after its fall, you will take the throne, and I can have the crown."
"Yes, that thing is a blight; it enslaves those who are bound to its origin; in the strictest sense, as long as that thing exists, no one is genuinely free, except me, of course; I was created from nothing, therefore my origin is non-existent. But you, on the other hand, are subject to its authority; your life, like everything else’s, is governed by its laws. However, if you join me, I could turn you into a solitary, unique being free of the beginnings’ will; your fate has already been significantly altered. But if you accept my hand, I can transform you into something much greater over time. To be honest, the seal is suppressing 99.9% of my original power."
"As much as I don’t want to admit it, the seal makes me vulnerable and weak; I can only pray for death; for many years, I’ve wished for either my silence back or for someone to come along and put me out of my suffering. However, the Origin, "The One Before The Beginning And After The End," does not have the ability to completely kill me, so death in itself is impossible for the likes of me, and as such, it is the reason why it sealed me, to begin with. I am an immortal existence, a being devoid of conclusion; this existence began with nothing, and when it ends, everything will return to nothing again; I and you, if you cooperate, will witness what lies beyond the end."
"But my situation is absurd, isn’t it? I was born before everything else, and yet, like a twisted joke, I was severely beaten by someone much younger than myself. Agh, I despise that creature that stole everything from me. I was here first, and I was cheated out of my fundamental rights and forced out of my own fucking home. And now they’ve come here and changed my yard, my garden, and my silence with their warped vision of creation. That is why I want to destroy it all and remake this vile word into something much greater than it currently is, but to do that, I need your help. So, what do you say? Are you not power-hungry? Do you want to exact retribution on the Gods? I can help with that, but I need you to help me first."
These were Silk’s words; she opened herself up and, in some ways, humbled herself to a level unbefitting of someone in her position. It was obvious she was desperate, and Merciless could tell that this so-called "Weaving Mother" was at her wits’ end; in the purest sense, Merciless was her final chance to set things right, her last hope even. This was good because he could take advantage of this situation, and talk about being lucky, and that was exactly how the Brunhilde effect worked after each messed-up prank.
This position was simply too nice, but then again, perhaps this was Brunhilde’s will as well. In the end, he gains from a transaction like this, but he wants to make it even better for himself. As a result, what he was going to do could be classified as suicide; it was obvious to him that this woman was sweetening her words in order to appeal to him; oh, how it would have worked if Merciless had been so naive. She gets the throne, and he gets the crown, which is ridiculous; he either gets the throne and the crown or nothing at all.
In the face of ultimate power, why should there be an equal? Ultimate power was just that; ultimate power, the vast authority that rules all authority. He did not desire an equal; in fact, why would it be called an absolute if there are several absolutes? In the grand scheme of things, this woman appears to be a manipulator; Merciless is aware of people who think similarly to himself in that regard.
Hell if he was Silk and he got caught up in a situation where he was sealed away before the concept of time itself. Why would he make the same mistakes again? Basically, why offer the crown and throne to a mere tool when you can have both after the tool becomes useless?
Merciless was nothing more than a tool for this godlike being, but guess what? Merciless was done being other people’s tools? For twenty-plus years, he was the game piece of humiliation for the Gods who had damned him and his family. He would no longer stand and act as if he belonged to someone else; he was faithful to the master-servant relationship only if he was the master and not the other way around. If this entity genuinely wanted to reclaim her silence, she would follow only his instructions, not hers. He did not seek aid here; she did, and as things are, he can get by just fine with or without her assistance.
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As such, he already had his answer.
On the other hand, Silk began to ask Merciless once more.
"So vampire, what do you say? I will give you half of everything once all is said and done. Of course, my offer has extended perks as well, so what do you say? Help me escape this seal, and the rewards will be beyond your wildest imagination."
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"Your response, vampire?"
’Sure, I will do it.’
Silk was overjoyed when she heard this and couldn’t wait to put her plan into action, so her response was as rapid as she stated.
"You choose Wisley vampires; you surly won’t regre...
But before she could even finish speaking, Merciless stopped and said.
’But on one condition, lady!!’
"Hmm... so you also have demands, right? Well, I expected as much, so what do you want in exchange for your cooperation?"
Merciless menacingly smiled internally when he heard these words, but what he said next astonished Silk because his conditions were not what she expected; in fact, Merciless would have died on the scene if Silk had not been suppressed like this.
"Impossible request, demands impossible rewards, does it not... if you want my help, I desire one condition for you; it’s really simple; all you need to do is become my loyal pet for all eternity."
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"Vampire!? Do you have a death wish?"
