Substance stared down at her leg. She was immobile in every sense of the word as her wings began to flap faster and harder by the second, but it didn’t matter how hard she fluttered her wings; after all, Jordan’s grasp on her leg would not release.
Despite his strong grasp, Substance was not hesitant to respond in a morbid fashion, and as a result, when she used her new Ichor, her entire body began to glow blue as an enormous quantity of lightning charges began to emerge and spread all over her body.
*Crackle!*Crackle!*, the sparks of blue, were not like the sparks of purple that Alucard haphazardly produced; rather, these were Alucard’s lighting charges before they became what they are now. Despite the fact that Substance lacked the strange quick vaporization effect that his purple lighting had.
They were still fatal in whatever shape or form, since Substance, like an eel, started to shock Jordan, who was physically seizing her from across the multiverse. Jordan’s surroundings began to glow a vibrant blue as the electrical current practically expanded throughout his body, yet his hold remained firm, unmoving even, almost as if the lighting itself didn’t hurt him at all.
Jordan, on the other hand, began to make comments to himself.
"I see, so that is how it works; you are quite the work of morbid art, aren’t you? You have the power to extract genetic codes and store them in yourself, like a fuck-up library that promotes copyright. On the other hand, like someone who steals ideas at first, you can’t copy or take the uniqueness behind them, which means you may duplicate abilities, skills, and special abilities into yourself but not the development that got them there in the first place."
"How intriguing! you are faultless but equally defective in every aspect, but perfection cannot be realized until it is both imperfect and perfect at the same time; you are like a broken mirror. By nature, the fragments alone would allow you to see your reflection on a smaller scale, but if you picked up the pieces of that shattered mirror and put them back together, it would seem different because of the webs of broken lines that distinguish it. However, a shattered mirror is still a mirror nonetheless."
"You are basically a possibility of what we could have been if our Ichor had taken a different path, hahah... ohh, I also see something else, mindless, but wait, you’re adapting even now, hmm... what is that inside your empty heads, a flicker? No, it’s a spark of golden flames being blanketed by darkness, but that flame is slowly growing... aghhh, so that’s what it is. You’re developing consciousness, however slowly; if you’re already this deadly despite being mindless, I’m curious how dangerous you’ll be once you completely establish your own sense of awareness."
These were Jordan’s remarks, utilizing the natural traits of clan Solomon. The physical interaction on this scale makes it even simpler to interpret her desires. Despite being mindless, Substance had one single want; therefore, discovering that need made it much simpler for Jordan to read, as her secrets were revealed to him one by one. This went on and on, until finally, in this time-stop world. Jordan felt the connection he had made with her for three minutes was suddenly abruptly cut.
Substance began to treat Jordan like a horrifying illness that infected the body, and adapted to his clan’s traits because, inside the conceptual domain, her ichor, or Merciless Ichor, did something absolutely horrific. To defend the information stored within her desire, the ichor suddenly called Michelle into the conceptual realm, or, in this case, a ghost of Michelle born from Substance’s inner fear of Michelle. And Jordan, who was digging out all of her secrets inside her conceptual realm, looked at the specter of the blue-haired shota, who held the flame in one hand. and look at Jordan, and said.
"Leave this place and never return, Solomon thing, and the next time you do, I will brain fuck you so bad you won’t be able to tell the difference between reality and fiction!"
And with those words, the specter Michelle snapped his finger, and Jordan was sent out of her conceptual domain, leaving him flabbergasted at what he had just witnessed.
"GASSSPP!!! What the hell, that was a that was a fucking conceptual guardian; she created a fucking living conceptual being using her own fear as a basis, and as a result, I was driven out of her domain, unable to return without facing serious consequences. What the fuck, what the fuck are you? No!.. No! The better question is, what the hell is up with that unfair Ichor of yours? It makes no sense; it’s an ichor that fundamentally undermines the premise of vampirism; vampires have numerous flaws, but that ichor eliminates them with the intention of making them something more than a vampire."
"Tsk, either way, you’re becoming a bigger nuisance than I previously imagined. Now come in here and die like a nice fucking anomalous slime gal. Wait, no!! What if she adapts to this as well? Wouldn’t it make her even more unkillable if I pulled her into this dimension where only death exists? Should I risk it? This thing is too risky; fuck it, I simply need to seal your ass and buy time till Michelle arrives."
"For the time being, go play with my women within my vault; this is the best I can do for now when dealing with a creature like yourself. I strongly doubt that merely murdering you will kill you. After seeing what you did to defend your desire from my prying eyes, I’m not going to give you any more power, and Eos be damned if you adapt to my mirror of non-existence or any other of my treasures; those are for bigger fishes, like the greater and outer spawn within the primix dimesnion, so I dont want to create a leviathan if I dont need to; after all, if I do that, what benefits would that even bring me in the first place?"
And without warning, Substance vanishes from reality, bringing peace to the surrounding environment once more. From there, Jordan began to casually tear the lesser curtain that separated this faze from the faze in which only death existed, as if it were nothing more than a delicate pane of glass.
However, the Faze of Death did not leave Joran unaffected in the slightest, because as he existed, half of his body was nothing more than a morbid skeleton, covered in blood as the Chun of decay flesh still remained connected to his bones, while his organs were falling out of the visible entries of his skeleton side; in all regards, these wounds were enough to kill a vampire.
And yet Jordan remained; on the other hand, as the curtain healed itself, restoring order to the multiverse and remaining faithful to its role of separating all multiverses from one another, so did Jordan, as his body instantly healed after glowing a morbid purple, and even his clothes returned to normal, warding off the decay effect of the death-inducing environment.
"Agh, son of a bitch, ten million souls every second to maintain a reasonable resistance to that faze, and fifty million to erase the touch of death it instills in others, while I spend another one million souls to repair and restore my body and Ichor to top condition. I lost a lot of soul trying to deal with that annoying delinquent ass slime."
"Overall, I lost 601,000,000 souls today. I need to make that backup. I can’t have my emergency reserves lacking in any way, whatsoever, even if it is a small loss, but still, a loss is a fucking loss. Perhaps I should do some business in the primix dimension; after all, I am confident that if this exam goes the way I imagine it to, I and my team members will be murdering things by the billions; vampires are the least of our concerns in this bitch."
Jordan replied to himself as he began to walk towards Alucard, returning to his normal speed. As time passed, the destruction was realized, as long explosions could be heard all over, but Alucard’s light moan of agony could be heard as well, as he fell to his knees, his intestines dangling out of his stomach region while his stomach itself was slightly popping out of his back.
"Ah! What the hell happened to me?!"
Alucard inquired, shivering in anguish, his insides burning as the black miasma fires ate away at his regeneration factor, boiling and cooking him from the inside out. Substance first did this to keep him motionless with the intention of occupying a potential threat to her objective and allowing her to deal with Lucy without him interfering. However, Jordan proves to be extremely difficult for her to cope with since, like a roach, he returns to bug you even after being transferred to another multiverse.
Jordan, of course, groaned to himself as he approached Alucard’s level like a Japanese delinquent stooping down to assert dominance and induce intimidation upon their lessers, and while he was at it, he began taking out a cigar and lighting it as if stressed, before looking at Alucard and saying.
"Man, she got you good!"
Alucard looked up at Jordan in severe pain, as he said.
"The fuck are you even talking about?!"
As Jordan answered Alucard, smoke erupted out of his nostrils.
"Oi, im getting to it Don’t rush me, mate; well, to put it simply, my Nosferatu brother, you got speed blitz."
"Speed blitz!?"
"Ugh!! To much hassle to explain; see it for yourself."
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Jordan explained with a bored face, resting his hands on Alucard’s head, as memories of Substance and Jordan began to flood Alucard’s mind. His consciousness was already receding into the black, as his body was being scorched in such a way that he could not recover owing to the high dose of miasma eating away at his insides.
His last words, on the other hand, before he passed out were:
"Fu...ckin... sli..me.. bitch...
*THUD!!*
Those were the last words Alucard spoke before his eyes became completely white and he collapsed on the ground, both of them open, with a gaping hole in his chest filled with blazing black flames.
The fragrance of the cigar, as well as the stench of burning flesh, was fairly noticeable; on the other hand, everyone came towards Jordan, Abadis, and Albedo flying using their own powers, and Ophelia hiding gravity and the rules of physics from a random tree branch she discovered and used as a hoverboard of sorts.
Albedo’s cute chibi’s voice was the first to be heard as he looked at Alucard, who was literally out of commission.
"By the king, what the fuck happened to him?!"
"Agh, his stomach is literally cooked."
Abadis commented with disgust shortly after, as Ophellia, on the other hand, followed up.
"Oh my gosh, I think I’m going to be sick; it smells so horrible. How in the heck are you smoking around him like that? Do you not smell the flesh burning?"
On that note, Jordan answered Ophelia first.
"Well, to answer you, fox girl, have an orgie among a mountain of corpses once, you can do anything in front of a dead body from there on out without feeling the sense of disgust, and to answer you, blue one, it adds up to one word, Substance!"
"Egh!?"
Ophelia said this out aloud in morbid shock, to which Abadis replied.
"I see, so you fought her; I presume she has been properly dealt with?"
"Of course, I sent her somewhere that is impossible to escape from, without my permission."
"Intresting."
Albedo reacted, but Ophelia was the only one who spoke.
"Wait, are we just going to pretend we didn’t hear what he just said about the mountain of corpses?"
However, everyone continues to disregard her and does not take her seriously. On that point, Albedo posed one more question.
"And where did you send her to exactly?!"
But Jordan jokingly said, Well, the joke part was a huge maybe.
"Well, if it told you, I would have to kill you."
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"Hehehe, don’t worry about it, blue one; all you need to know is that she is no longer a threat to...
*BOOOOOOOOM*
However, Jordan’s comments came back to haunt him immediately when, out of nowhere, the inconceivable occurred: a massive Aether ring erupted literally out of nowhere, and from it, waves of high-speed red mucus launched at Albedo, Abadis, and Ophelia, so quickly that they couldn’t respond.
All three of them were sent flying into a large mountain several kilometers from where the ground originally was. They were slammed face-first 15 meters into a bloody crater, as their faces were fused with the pavement of the mountain crater, and as a result, they were all knocked unconscious at the same time, but the strange thing was that they were not regenerating at all.
On that note, Jordan looked to his left, stunned, as another Aether portal opened up immediately opposite the one that had opened initially, and what he saw surprised him to the point that he began to question his status as an elder.
Substance walked limply from the Aether ring; her entire being was full of scars and life-threatening wounds; her left arm was completely gone, and the knob was set on purple fire; her maid outfit was torn badly, causing her boobs to dangle out of the top; a large sword was stuck into her guts, a piece of her face was missing, and her hair appeared shorter as if it had been ripped from her scalp. On the other hand, what Jordan witnessed next nearly made him lose it.
Substance’s remaining hand, which was missing two fingers, was grasping a forest of hair, but when one looked below, a collection of heads could be seen—a total of three heads, to be precise—the heads of Jordan’s other wives.
To add to the insult, Substance flung them to Jordan as something new happened.
"Their, love is insufficient."
For the first time, out of free will, Substance speaks as if she was vividly aware.
