"Hehehe.. Jordan is one scary mother fucker alright, an ichor like this can be problematic as fuck if you don’t have the proper counter measures to deal with it before hand."
Merciless said, clearly satisfied by his handy work.
"On the other hand, eat up Black Tail, lets extract the information from her cell for ourselves."
With those words, Black Tail underwent a transformation, morphing into a creature that was part fox and part wolf. Its new form had powerful jaws, which it opened wide and used to devour the tar woman whole.
In that moment, Merciless’s mind was overwhelmed with a flood of memories and emotions, along with some souls as well.
Vivid images of the woman’s life, from birth to death, flooded Merciless as he consumed her. This was the first time he had devoured someone as strong as her. Fortunately, he only targeted her consciousness when he killed her mind with Jordan’s Grand Order.
At its weakest, Jordan Ichor was only able to establish simple and realistic commands within reasonable limits. However, Merciless discovered a way to enhance the effects of his "Grand Order" by combining it with Ophelia Ichor "Ultimate Veil" which he had commanded Substance to steal from each of his team mates.
Now, he could use "Grand Order" just as effectively as Jordan can on any target whose existence point was lower than his own. This allowed him to alter certain aspects of a person’s entire being through Jordan’s Grand Order, by using Ophelia ichor as a means to dominate a person simply because his existence score surpass the enemy.
With such a high existence score, he can’t help but chuckle to himself. No wonder Ophelia looked at him with shock when she used Ultimate Veil against him; he would react the same way if he saw such an insane number.
As Merciless peered into the pool of blood beneath him, he saw his own reflection staring back at him. It was a gruesome reminder of the vampire woman he had just killed with the help of "Grand Order" and Black Tail who had devoured her whole.
A large purple-colored number floated above his head as he gazed at himself in the bloody puddle.
The current number was a staggering 9,722,492,435, and based on Ophelia’s previous reaction, he was certain that this number was incredibly high. It meant that his existence held significant importance.
But at that exact moment, Black Tail finished feeding on Kritesha-Zaha. The name of the vampire he had just killed. To his surprise, this woman was actually an alien from a watery planet called Zaxia. She belonged to a species of aquatic beings known as the Zatraxian.
The Zatraxian species closely resembles humans, but with a mermaid-like appearance. Their skin is a vibrant shade of yellow and they possess the ability to control water, summon rain through their melodic songs, and teleport to any body of water they have previously swam in. As a fish-like species, they reproduce by laying eggs, talking to animals even feel there emotions, and are capable of breathing underwater.
Their greatest strength lies in their incredible speed when in aquatic environments, making it nearly impossible to defeat them in battle if they have the advantage of the terrain. However, their weakness lies in electricity - even the slightest contact can result in instant death for them.
It was unintentional, but the lighting attack he unleashed on Kritesha-Zaha caused significant damage that left her weakened and unable to heal herself properly, this was also a hassle given the type scion vampire she was. Her Ichor, known as the "Umbra Unification," was the only thing that kept her alive. With this Ichor, she could fuse with her own shadow and become as dark as night.
She had the ability to physically manipulate her shadow in three states: solid, liquid, and gas, and could even make it sticky enough to trap anyone who came in contact with it.
But perhaps the most lethal aspect of this power was its ability to corrode anything it touched.
As an intermediate vampire, at full power she could easily engulf multiple planets, large or small, in a blanket of darkness with one of her three states. Whether she took on a liquid tar form to crush her enemies under immense physical pressure and corrode them with her own black substance.
But she can also use a limited range version of her Corrosive Bind to increase the squeezing pressure to an insane level, there was no escaping her grasp once engulf.
And to make things worse, moving only hastened one’s death as they were subjected to both corrosion and extreme physical force from every direction physically possible that could crumble multiple planets in a matter of seconds if they were inside that limited range.
While her gas state allowed her to be invincible and deadly at the same time, as her corrosion is at its strongest in this form, causing her to melt enemies into nothing the moment they came in contact with her gas.
In her solid form, she possesses immense strength and can perform incredible feats such as increasing her physical mass and size to become a colossal version of herself. In this state, she has the ability to hold several planets in one hand with ease and crush them and everyone living on them as if they were soft grapes.
However, her speed decreases significantly while in this form, but her over all defense is insane in this form as well, a fair trade if you asked Merciless, why run away if you can defend what’s coming to begin with, so she primarily uses it to create powerful weapons like her umbra claw hands she uses to attack Merciless with, but she also had other weapons she can create too, such as umbra sword, and mace, even umbra shield and spear.
In order to establish herself properly, she must first transform into either a gas or liquid form before solidifying into her desired shape, as predetermined beforehand.
As the memories flooded through him, Merciless finally understood why he had been unable to detect Kritesha-Zaha with his mind’s eye. She had taken the form of a vase, blending seamlessly into her surroundings and patiently lying in wait for her unsuspecting victim. But what made her truly dangerous was the fact that she belonged to the notorious Amaterasu clan, also called Amatsians vampires.
This was no ordinary clan, but a prestigious Scion clan that descended from the strongest vampire clan - the one created by the legendary vampire king himself: the Neitherstar clan. Just like how the Nosferatu clan originated from the Neitherstar clan, these scion vampires also hailed from their powerful ancestors.
In fact, even the Amaterasu clan, now an independent force, can trace their roots back to the Neitherstar clan and proudly claim their scion heritage.
While other vampire clans cower in fear of being labeled as traitors, the Amaterasu clan, which is the 10th vampire clan flaunts their title of Scion with poise and superiority.
They refuse to simply be puppets for the dominant Neitherstar clan. But what truly sets them apart is their natural immunity to sunlight as they are one of the only two known vampire clans in existence to be immune to sunlight and never having to fear the light of day.
Making them formidable day walkers similar to Neitherstar clan. This power comes at a price, however, as they are forced to sacrifice 80% of their abilities during daylight hours. A small price to pay for such unrivaled strength.
The Amatsian vampires are infamous for their unparalleled mastery over their aura, to the extent that they can turn it into a weapon through Aura projection. However, this is an extremely difficult technique and only a handful of Amatsian vampires are able to utilize it effectively.
Most can only conceal their aura, while those with exceptional abilities can harness their aura for various powers and talents unique to each individual of this clan.
Each clan has its own unique strengths and advantages, but with these comes inevitable weaknesses that must be acknowledged. Take the Michellians, for instance, who must always carry emergency souls in case of being vaporized - without them, their hope for resurrection is slim.
Meanwhile, the Amatsians may have a slower regeneration time compared to other clans, requiring hours to fully heal lost limbs or organs. However, they make up for it with their incredible ability to utilize their aura as a protective shield and their impressive resilience against even the most brutal of attacks.
Aside from her powers and abilities, devouring Kritesha-Zaha provided Merciless with crucial information. It was the reason this mini prequel test was still ongoing, making it a win-win situation for everyone involved.
Based on the memories of Kritesha-Zaha, this exam was hastily organized. Keziah specifically invited the most promising candidates from the noble class, along with their highest sponsors who were eager to see them become spawns themselves.
These individuals willingly took the risk in hopes of ascending to a higher being. Typically, potential is the main factor in choosing candidates regardless of their social standing, but it’s preferable for them to come from nobility.
The primary reason for the majority of candidates being from the highest sponsorship level was due to a contract made 100 years ago. This agreement left no space for other lower classes to participate in this election.
However, some were determined and expressed their desire to participate despite the restrictions. As such, Beatrice proposed an intriguing solution - providing these individuals with a chance to join the highest level race, a spawn.
The arrangement was clear: those who desired a spot in the exam could earn it if they could claim it from the current examinees. However, this meant that lower-class vampires had a chance to take the spots of those nobles who had been patiently waiting for their turn to join The House of Ghal.
This sudden change could be considered a breach of contract and could anger the nobles who came before them.
However, after much discussion though, both parties came to a mutual agreement. This unexpected change in circumstances meant that each eligible head of the lower nobility would now be valued at 60 points.
The competition for a spot in the exams would last for 30 minutes, and the victor would benefit greatly. It seemed like a win-win situation for all involved.
There were 12,573 lesser nobles taking the exam; most were level 3 or lower level 4 vampires. Comparatively, the 125 noble vampires had access to limitless resources. The weakest noble was at mid level 4, but the strongest boasted an impressive power level of 6.
In addition to the younger vampires, two level 7 beings were also part of the exam. These ancient creatures were known as Fable Vampires, a title given to those who had lived long enough to shape history with their existence.
Despite its brevity, this test is a veritable feast of points. If these lowly vampires were to attack him, he would effortlessly dispatch them at 10 points per head in just 30 minutes. With this successful farming, he could accumulate enough points to request more wishes from the Djinn.
It was pure genius, almost frightening in its precision. Beatrice seemed to instinctually know exactly how to please him without him needing to say a word.
"I’m thankful for this delicious meal, but let’s be real - my cravings never end. She was quite a tasty treat, and I can’t wait to try more. She may have been a bit salty, but it only added to my satisfaction all things considered."
"As a human, the smell of raw meat would typically repulse someone, yet I find myself enjoying it more than cooked food. It’s strange, considering that vampires solely survive on blood as their main diet. So why do I constantly crave raw flesh? Is this normal for my kind?"
As he stared at his hand, Merciless asked himself silently. His visible confusion was apparent, even if the blindfold hid it from others.
"Either way, it doesn’t matter. As the son of the 7th progenitor, it’s natural for me to be considered abnormal. I was always destined to be a freak among my kind any way how you take it, so I might as well embrace it and ignore everything else."
"Hmmm although with the fish thing now dead, its quit quiet now that I think about it."
Merciless muttered to himself as his eyes surveyed the deserted surroundings. Despite the lack of visible individuals, he knew that within this dimension were over 12,000 heads waiting to be collected. With less than thirty minutes left before time ran out, as such he had to move quickly and gather as many of those heads as possible.
"Perhaps the reason for the sudden absence of vampires is because I am too far away from the fight. It’s possible that they are giving me space to fight without any restrictions, since vampires at my level have the power to destroy even the likes of large stars like its nothing. It’s actually quite clever when you think about it."
"Now that I think about it, now is a good time to test that out."
After uttering those words, he bends down to touch the floor. It feels like wood beneath his hands, and he notices a structure similar to the one above it. This same pattern continues for the floors below and above this one as well, stretching infinitely across on every angle.
"My previous abilities were limited, forcing me to resort to consuming the flesh of my victims to extend my attack range, like the way I can extended Black Tail. But now, things have changed. My powers have evolved and I can feel their potency growing with each passing day. No longer confined to a mere physical reach, I could potentially engulf an entire solar system in my destructive grasp."
However, at that exact moment, Silk’s voice reverberated in his mind with a tinge of inquisitiveness as she posed her question.
’What the hell are you even doing?’
’To clarify your inquiry woman, I am currently experimenting with the extent of my newfound abilities. It has occurred to me that I have solely relied on the powers of others, neglecting the utilization of my own potential. Hence, I intend to push the boundaries and engage in a profound exploration of my innate shapeshifting capabilities granted by Darwinism.’
’I see, and what does touching the floor achieves for you.’
"Just wait, and you will see."
After Silk’s words, Merciless grew quiet and began to focus. Unlike before, this form of shapeshifting required intense concentration as it involved a complete transformation on large area that far surpasses the mere idea of a planet or a star but better yet a large space that can fir in those celestial body itself.
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"If this succeeds, I shall christen it the "Crimson Dawn," for I am a master of creativity. Everything, including my own body, is but a canvas for my artistry. And now, it is only fitting that I unveil my bizarre masterpiece to the world."
’Eos above, please make this work.’
As if summoned by his sheer willpower, a crimson aura crackled to life around Merciless. It was a sight Zane knew all too well if Zane was currently presence to witness it - the embodiment of life itself, the very force he had wielded to defeat Merciless in their last battle.
"I couldn’t believe it. Zane’s mastery over his Chi was unlike anything I had ever seen. It was as if he and his energy were one, moving in perfect synchronization."
"And then...he defeated me. As I lay dying, a thought entered my mind - what if I could harness Chi too? But not just that, what if I could control all forms of energy, bending them to my will like some kind of freak of nature? Well its just a thought but I already have Ana and Albedo power to make it possible to some extent, but what im interested in is that Scarlet Chi Zane use to kill me."
"But that’s not all it takes, is it? If manipulating chi like that is what it takes to wield such destructive power, then I can do it even better. A mere secret technique won’t stop me. What he can achieve with his meager talents, I can surpass with ease."
"For Chi, in the grand scheme on things is nothing more but a trifling energy that manipulate some aspect of life. It is nothing when compared to the vast well of power that courses through my veins."
With a devious grin, Merciless began to spoke, his crimson aura transforming into a deep scarlet hue like that of Zane’s. As he continued to manifest, a dark gold outline materialized around him, an ominous sign of his immense power was about to be activated.
But this vibrant red shade was not Zane’s usual technique, it was something different. Zane’s techniques seemed to amplify his abilities to an impressive extent, but this version - the Merciless version - was something else entirely. In this moment, Merciless was combining chi with his aura and blood, resulting in a swirling sea of tangible scarlet energy that surrounded him.
A surge of raw, primal energy coursed through Merciless’ veins. It was unlike anything he had ever felt before - not just chi, but a tangible extension of himself. This newfound power was nameless yet all-encompassing, an integral part of his being.
As he stood, transfixed by the sheer force within him, it became clear that Merciless had unlocked a new realm of strength, one that no other energy specialist had ever ventured into before, for the mere fact you had to have his abilities to do it.
Merciless was consumed by a single purpose: to harness the same power that had taken his life. The memory of his own death, instead of haunting him, fueled his determination.
As he remember the scarlet sky that had marked his demise, a fierce longing stirred within him. He knew not how to replicate it, but he would stop at nothing to achieve what Zane had done to kill him in his own twisted way.
The vibrant scarlet energy, outlined in black, consumed Merciless like a wildfire. But just as quickly, the energy was absorbed into his body, almost instantaneously. He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, biting his lip in concentration.
As he looked down, he could see the scarlet blood pulsing through his veins, outlined in vivid black and gold. He had harnessed the chi - the essence of life - with his own aura that could corrupt others, and fused that new energy with the blood itself.
As he looked at this, he smiled and said.
"I’ve already told you, Zane, that what you can do, I can do better. My creativity is my greatest strength, and I have no doubt that I can match whatever you did to make that chi so powerful. In fact, I’m eager to hit back with my own new ability."
"Now comes the difficult and enjoyable part, let’s see how it goes."
As he uttered those words, his fresh blood poured from his skin, drenching the ground below. He activated his shapeshifting ability and transformed his glowing blood into pure light, bathing the world around him in a scarlet glow.
The range was constantly expanding, and its shape was far from perfect. In fact, it could be described as a formless mass of scarlet light, growing larger by the second in every direction.
On the contrary, Merciless was taken aback. Not only did his own unique twist of Zane’s chi technique prove successful, but he had not anticipated the added abilities that came with it.
Merciless was fully aware of everything in this moment, as if his own aura had manifested into this sea of scarlet light. Every detail was visible and audible to him, and the expansion rate was rapidly increasing with each passing second.
The scale of its expansion was mind-boggling - even greater than the size of Hellmora’s immense sun, which measures at approximately 6.9 million kilometers.
In fact, the total rate of growth equaled a staggering 20.7 million kilometers, or 12,862,383.679 miles, spanning across the large portion of the mansion dimension in a brilliant scarlet light. Such a phenomenon showcases the incredible power and vastness of this unknown power than Merciless created.
But the true terror of this power was much more alarming than it seemed at first glance, as Merciless discovered a total of nine individuals trapped within the ominous scarlet light.
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Booom
A loud bone breaking sound echoed through the room
A malevolent light casting an oppressive darkness upon the blood-soaked wood of the mansion floor. Carlion Von Agor, a Loviatar vampire from a family of vampiric knights that serve the 2nd Grand Duke of the Loviatar clan stand proudly over his enemy that was turning to ash and burning a way, leaving only scorch mark on the carpets below.
He was a towering figure, with pale grey skin, a menacing pink eye, his massive frame sculpted with bulging muscles that seemed to ripple beneath his skin. Arcane runes were etched into every inch of exposed flesh, glowing faintly as if imbued with some otherworldly power. He stood over the scorch remains of a fledgling vampire, who not long before was pleading for his life.
That vampire disgust him greatly, as he was cowering in fear at the sight of him. His blood still dripping from his iron-plated fists, evidence of the brutal exam he had just endured. Every inch of him exuded strength and ferocity, like a mythical giant come to life.
But as he stood back up, his eyes scanned the dark shadows at the end of the hall. His voice echoed off the walls as he spoke with quiet determination.
"Just come out already, I know you’re there. Hiding, patiently waiting to strike like the coward you are."
With a haunting cackle, a dark figure emerged from the shadows draped in a cloak of tattered fabric. His skeletal frame was evident through the thin layers of his attire, and his ruby red eyes glowed with an otherworldly intensity. A predatory smile stretched across his face as he fixated his gaze on Carlion.
’A nosferatu vampire? Quite the formidable foe, but I’ll take care of him before he has a chance to transform.’
Carlion said to himself, as he unsheathe his great sword.
Conversely, Prince Bindel from the planet Pez’mitha was a graduate Nosferatu vampire who had recently elevated in status after consuming his last prey - which was a pregnant women, as that was his acquire.
With narrowed, glowing eyes, he watched intently. His hunger was evident in the twisted features of his emaciated face, a sharp contrast to Carlion’s well-built physique. Despite his frail appearance, Bindel possessed a power that could destroy even the stars. And now, he coveted the opportunity to become a spawn. But unable to do so through conventional means, he had no choice but to resort to this alternative path suggested by Overseer Beatrice.
With his father and other nobles from various planets fighting relentlessly for this outcome, he was determined not to let this opportunity slip away. He needed to defeat this Loviatar, and claim his position as an official examinee.
However there was a problem, for the past couple of minutes, he has observed Carlion, who swiftly and easily killed five other vampires in a matter of minutes.
He planned to bait them into attacking him while he remained hidden in the shadows. By observing Carlion’s movements and abilities, he hoped to identify any weaknesses and use them to his advantage in combat. But this man was unparalleled in strength; with just his bare hands, he easily slaughtered five intermediate-level vampires in under a minute.
But that was to be anticipated. This was no regular exam; it was a test of one’s mettle, a trial by fire for those driven by vampiric ambition. Only the toughest and most merciless would make it through unscathed.
Bindel looked at Carlion and said with mocking face.
"Easy pickings for a bloated Loviatar, wouldn’t you agree?"
Bindel rasped, his voice a dry whisper that echoed through the oppressive silence.
Carlion snorted, looking around the hall with a smirk on his face.
"Oh, I see you’ve finally decided to show yourself."
His eyes glowed faintly with a menacing light as he stepped forward, his massive sword held aloft with both hands. The wooden floor beneath him creaked under his immense weight.
"Well!!"
He began, turning to face Bindel.
"I suppose we can begin this little game now. And just so you know, I’m not one for unnecessary chatter. But I must say, you make a magnificent opponent. Your hunger is quite palpable, unlike those pathetic fools I just slaughter, so at the very least entertain me scion."
Within a blink of an eyes, Carlion was before Bindel his posture fix as he was about to end this in one might strike, with a fierce battle cry, he lunged at Bindel with his great sword, aiming to strike through his spine and behead him in one swift blow.
With a fierce roar, Carlion swung his sword towards his opponent’s neck. But just before the blade could make contact, a deafening clanging sound echoed through the air. A forcefield of crackling green energy surrounded the enemy, deflecting the attack and sending shockwaves throughout the area.
The sheer power of the impact caused sections of the mansion to crumble and explode. In the chaos, Carlion and Bindel were sent hurtling down hundreds of floors, their sight grunts of frustration echoing into the darkness below.
Without hesitation, Carlion deftly used Bindel’s body as a springboard, propelling himself with pinpoint precision towards a massive boulder hurtling through the air. With a satisfying thud, he made contact and was sent soaring through the air once more, his victorious grin shining in the midst of chaos.
Without hesitation, he leapt off the rocky outcrop, but his actions were far from ordinary. In a strange and almost otherworldly display, his body exploded into a million tiny flies - each one bearing a deep crimson hue and adorned with shimmering black armor.
Even his sword underwent a transformation, becoming a swarm of metallic silver insects that buzzed around him in perfect unison. It was an astonishing sight to behold, one that could only be described as bizarre and surreal.
"What in the great name of 9th Kquandra is this?!"
Bindel said with a horrified face, as he watch Carlion undergo a rather weird transformation to say the least.
Carlion let out a hearty laugh as he watched Bindel’s expression shift from shock to confusion.
"You haven’t seen anything yet, scion. This is just the beginning."
Carlion’s voice booms with an otherworldly echo, as if possessed by a demonic force. The swarm of flies around him speaks in unison, their tiny buzzing voices blending into a cacophony of madness.
With that, he lunged forward, his hive-mind swarm of insectile weapons swirling around with each other in perfect unison, buzzing like a horde of enraged hornets.
The sudden turn of events left Bindel reeling in shock. The swarm of ordinary flies transformed before his eyes, coating themselves in a pulsating dark purple glow that emitted an eerie light.
What seemed like harmless insects mere moments ago now resembled dangerous lasers, streaking through the air at unimaginable speeds, moving 70 times faster than the speed of light, the current limit at which Carlion can move at.
The sheer velocity alone was mind-boggling, but it was the menacing aura emanating from these once innocuous creatures that truly took Bindel aback.
As million sof lasers flying about in the sky, moving and maneuvering themselves in impossible manner that make it nigh impossible to keep track of much less dodges as the swarm formation patter was omnidirectional.
Amidst the chaotic battle in the crater below, massive rocks were being torn apart by relentless attacks from swarms of armored flies. The air was filled with the scent of burning rock and the eerie glow of laser beams as the flies sliced through the giant boulders with precision.
Each strike left behind a scorched mark, evidence of these seemingly sentient laser beings’ destructive power. Above them, towering walls of a mansion-like structure loomed, its floors pierced and crumbling under the onslaught. It was a scene of destruction and chaos.
A swarm of flies descended upon Bindel with ferocity, but he fought back using his "Mental force." This was the name of his unique ability, which allowed him to manipulate objects with his mind - a type of telekinesis that all vampires possess if they are able to master it. However, Bindel’s version was more powerful by virtue of it being his ichor itself, as the objects he controlled with his mental force became like extensions of himself.
Considering the lethal ability of this individual to cover a large area with their lethal force, they could easily take a deadly approach towards him without fear. If he were to try and fight back, it would surely result in his demise.
As the swarm of bugs closed in, he raised his hands and summoned all of his strength. The rubble around him glowed green, pulsating with energy as he channeled it into a powerful force. His body began to float in the air, moving at speeds faster than light as he exerted every ounce of power he had.
With each bug he destroyed, his chances of survival would increased, as such he had to do it in one fell swoop. But the cost was high – he was using more power than he ever wanted to, and his body strained under the immense pressure.
As his red eyes flickered and turned a sickly green, the massive chunks of debris floating around him suddenly froze in place. With a clenched fist, he exerted an invisible force and each piece crumbled into tiny fragments, dissipating into small pieces hard for the eye to see.
As he hovered above the ground, his feet barely touching the earth, a deep rumble shook the ground. With an intense concentration, he created small, shimmering barriers around each fragmented particle, controlling their movements with precise gestures of his hands. His firm and powerful stance radiated dominance over the limited space.
"In the end, you nothing but a bug."
"Cover and crush… All Encompassing Bind!!"
As Bindel spoke, the particles in the air shifted and converged towards the incoming swarm of rocks that were hurtling towards them at a speed faster than light. Each rock was encased in a barrier created by Bindel’s powerful mental force, allowing them to accelerate without any friction slowing them down.
The speed of the rocks surpassed the speed of light, seemingly increasing infinitely as they continued to develop and travel towards their target.
The wooden beams and debris of the crumbling mansion flung through the air, propelled by Carlion’s powerful telekinetic force. As they swarmed towards him, he formed a dense barrier that caged them in, trapping all of his enemy’s flies within its immense size comparable to that of a Hellmorian gibbous red moon. He concentrated with all his mental strength, holding the structure together and preventing any escape.
As Bindel’s immense power pulsed through the mansion dimension, reality seemed to warp and twist. Debris crumbled in on itself, creating a chaotic vortex of collapsing matter. The ground shook violently, cracks splitting open like gaping jaws as if the earth itself was being consumed by an unseen force. A blinding green energy crackled and sizzled, burning away everything it touched.
The ground shook violently as a section of the Mansion dimension crumbled and vanished into a swirling vortex. The surrounding floors and walls were obliterated, leaving behind nothing but a desolate wasteland with scattered debris and flames licking at the upper and lower floors.
The sound was deafening, like a million cannons firing at once, followed by an eerie silence as the dust settled. It was as if a black hole had consumed everything in its path, leaving only chaos in its wake.
Bindel stood in the center of the barren wasteland, surrounded by scattered debris and charred remains. The devastation he had caused was evident in every direction. His chest rose and fell with each labored breath as he surveyed his handiwork, a sense of grim satisfaction creeping into his mind.
He had never wielded that much power in single instance before, but it was necessary for his own survival. As his red eyes glinted with a dangerous intensity, a twisted smirk appeared on his lips. He had emerged victorious from this brutal battle, and nothing else mattered to him in that moment.
"Hahaha... in your face, Loviatar scum! I did it, father, I actually did it! With this, I will finally become a successful spa…
Stabbb!!
An electric shock jolted through Bindel’s body, causing him to double over in pain. His confident smirk faltered as he stumbled backwards, desperately trying to understand what was happening. As he removed his dark cloak, a small, perfectly round hole was revealed in the fabric and on his chest - as if something had flown through him with immense speed.
"w-What!?"
Bindel said as he gazed upon the small entrance wound, a chilling realization dawned on him. He heard laughter echoing from his surroundings, but he could not pinpoint its exact source.
As he clutched his chest, his ichor had been hit, a mixture of anger and confusion twisted his features. Blood poured out of the wound, staining his shirt crimson.
His body trembled as he fought against the pain, but despite his efforts, his regeneration abilities weren’t kicking in. He refused to die like this, determined to find out why his powers had failed him in this crucial moment, she shouted.
"HOWWWW!?… How are you not dead."
His question hung in the air, unanswered. The sound of buzzing grew louder and suddenly he was surrounded by a swarm of flies. He tried to protect himself with a telekinetic barrier, but it was futile against the relentless onslaught.
The flies moved like purple lasers, tearing through his body and leaving nothing but a bloody mist in their wake. The force of their attack was so powerful that they pierced through several more floors below, leaving destruction in their paths.
Silence descended upon the room, broken only by the incessant hum of flies flying in all directions. They were gathering on the lower floors of the haunted mansion, drawn to the fresh kill of Bindel who now lay in pieces, reduced to nothing more than a crimson mist. In a final act of destruction, the swarm destroy every trace of his existence until all that remained was the scent of blood carried away by the wind.
Millions of flies all sworn together as they began descend to the lower floors, Carlion, the victor of this battle said to himself, while still in his swarm form.
"Tsk!! What a disappointment, the Nos did not possess a single soul, what let down."
As Carlion surveyed the aftermath of his final kill, disappointment etched across his face. His plan to collect souls had failed, as the nos he relied on for this task seemed to be broke.
He couldn’t help but feel a mixture of frustration and begrudging respect albeit very little, for his opponent, as he was still mostly disappointed.
In his eyes, Bindel had put up a decent fight - at least, decent enough that he was willing to acknowledge it. With a heavy sigh that came out as mild buzzes as well, Carlion began to descend. In the distance, a bright red light caught his attention and he muttered under his breath as he made his way towards it.
In a matter of seconds, his body shifted and contorted until he was back in his human form. He looked around, taking in the unfamiliar surroundings with wide eyes. This was definitely uncharted territory for him, and he had no idea what to expect in this strange new terrain.
"Hmm, what the is this?!"
As Carlion started walking through the scarlet stein world of the mansion dimension, he couldn’t help but ask himself what was causing this eerie change. The floors below were similar to the upper levels except for the deep red hue that encompassed everything around him. A sense of confusion and unease crept over him as he continued on his journey, further down, his grip on his sword the entire time.
"It’s like the entire world around me has being stained in a scarlet hue, and why do I feel so much gaze around me, its like my senses is telling me that Im being watch in every corner, yet I cant sense anyone, tsk… this place is dangerous, my natural senses cant operate properly at this place at all."
The world was bathed in a sickly crimson hue, casting everything in a eerie light. The air felt heavy and stagnant as Carlion cautiously made his way through the twisting corridors. Every instinct in his body was on high alert, muscles tensed and ready for any sign of danger.
But there was nothing. No sound, no movement, only an unnerving stillness that seemed to permeate the scarlet mansion he found himself in. It was as if the very walls were alive, watching and waiting for him to make a move.
Despite the lack of any visible threat, Carlion couldn’t shake off the feeling of unease that crept up his spine. Something was not right here, and he could sense it closing in on him like a predator stalking its prey.
As he continued on, he noticed an unsettling change in the shadows around him. They seemed to be shifting and moving, almost as if they were alive. Goosebumps raced across his skin and a shiver ran down his back.
A sense of foreboding consumed him, intensifying with each step he took. He couldn’t shake off the feeling of being watched. Carlion knew he needed to find a way out before it was too late.
"I better start heading back. There’s no use wandering around in such a deep and unknown place."
Having said that, Carlion turned and started making his way back. The massive hole he had entered through shouldn’t be too far from here.
However, as he retraced his steps back to the same spot from which he came, he was taken aback by what he saw. The giant hole that had been there just moments ago, was now nowhere to be seen.
"Shit… did, I felt into some kind of trap."
Carlion wonder to himself.
It was as if it had vanished into thin air, leaving behind only a sense of confusion and disbelief in its wake. The ground beneath his feet felt solid once again, and the surrounding landscape appeared untouched. It was a mystery that left him stunned and bewildered, with only questions swirling through his mind.
"Damn you, Carlion!"
The words burst from his lips with a venomous hiss. He cursed himself for his foolishness, gritting his teeth and clenching his fists until they shook. But he soon laughed bitterly, realizing that it didn’t matter - he was invincible. No matter how much he wanted to feel pain, the power of "Inside-Outside" kept him untouchable. A mocking smile twisted his lips.
"I may be invulnerable, but that doesn’t mean I can let my guard down. I refuse to be naive and careless in the face of potential danger."
Carlion’s voice was laced with determination as he glares at his surroundings, ready to defend himself at all costs.
Fshhhh!
A sudden movement, a blur of motion behind him, and he whips around in an instant, heart pounding against his chest. A dark figure darts past, leaving him breathless and on edge. He scans the surroundings, adrenaline coursing through his veins as he braces for whatever may come next.
"What the fu… oi Ok! Ok! I had it, show your self ass hole, these fucking mind games aint cool you know!!"
Carlion’s eyes darted wildly, searching for any sign of the enemy. His heart raced as he felt a cold shiver run down his spine, a foreboding sense of danger creeping in. Suddenly, multiple somethings descended upon him like a chaotic wave of destruction. He spun around just in time to see the other end of the mansion corridor erupt into chaos. The ground trembled violently beneath his feet, the air filled with a deafening roar that grew louder and closer with each passing second.
In this scarlet red hell, there it was many color spiritual bodies, were flooding the halls like a raging tsunami in very creepy fashion, making this scarlet red hell even more horrific, because from all directions in a great amount causing the mansion dimension to tremble.
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"A-A-Are those souls?!"
The sheer amount of spirits surrounding him was suffocating. It was impossible to avoid them as they crowded in from all directions. As Carlion turned to look around, his face twisted into a bewildered expression. He couldn’t help but notice that every single soul was moving in the same direction, drawn towards something with an irresistible force on a massive scale.
"What the hell did I walk into?!"
Carlion’s mind reels in terror and confusion as he struggles to make sense of his surroundings. Every nerve in his body screams for escape, but he is trapped in this unknown place with no hope of finding a way out. Panic sets in as he realizes the gravity of the situation and the daunting task ahead of him.
In a sudden burst of realization, he clutches his head and wrenches his eyes wide open. His mind reels with the weight of a shocking revelation, and he gasps for breath as the truth crashes down upon him like a ton of bricks.
"What the hell, why.. no!! Could it be, haha, it cant be right? That’s just impossible…no I have to ask it, why the hell am I behaving like this?! Is this place somehow fucking with my mind?"
’Ok lets calm down, panicking will only worsen the situation, although im a little startled, if this place really is fucking with my mind, then that means its somehow bypassing my "Inside-Out," this is a first, even for me, but if that really is the case, I need to get out of here quick.’
But just as Carlion spoke, reality around him began to shift and twist. The once grand and scarlet corridor transformed into a cramped and narrow passageway, barely big enough for one person to walk through. The only remnants of its previous state were the deep red stones that still adorned the walls. But now they seemed almost menacing in the dim light, adding an eerie atmosphere to the space.
The hall ahead was like something out of a nightmare - an old, run-down medical ward with flickering lights and shadows dancing on the peeling wallpaper. And beyond that, a long and foreboding hallway, darker than anything Carlion had ever encountered before in his long life.
The light flickers on and off, till it click on one moment again, this time, in the depths of the darkness, a visible figure could be seen, menacing glowing neon blue eyes, the body build was that of a man, his form mostly obstructed in a blur, over all the surrounding only made him appear far more creepy and scarier.
The light soon went off, and the figure disappear in a moments notice, the moment came back on again. Carlion take a moment to regroup. His hand shaking, he rubs at his forehead, trying to clear his mind. The true horror of the situation hits him like a freight train, and he realizes he’s in way over his head. It’s one thing to face off against powerful foes, but this is an entirely different monster altogether.
He takes a deep breath, trying to calm himself, but the fear is suffocating. He’s trapped, and with every step he takes deeper into the mansion, he feels a growing weight on his shoulders. Somehow, he knows that if he doesn’t find a way out soon, he’ll die in this nightmare.
With gritted teeth, he starts moving again, his pace quick but measured. He needs to find a way out, to escape this place. He can’t let panic take hold, not yet. He has to keep his wits
"Tsk!! I guess I have no choice then, the only way out of this creep hole is to kill the one behind it, just my luck, oh well im not so simple to deal with."
As Carlion spoke those words, he drew his sword from its sheath and began to rub it. His chant was barely audible, but the ancient, indescribable words escaped his mouth as he prepared for battle.
With a deep growl, the greatsword was pulled from its sheath, revealing its true form. A torrent of dark energy swirled around the blade, transforming it into a fearsome demonic weapon of death. Its edges glinted with a sinister sharpness that seemed to crave blood, and intricate runes pulsed with an otherworldly glow.
The once pristine blade became engulfed in inky black veins that pulsated like a beating heart as it spread and cover the entire sword as if it was a second layer, emanating an eerie aura that struck fear into the hearts of all who laid eyes upon it. Its eldritch appearance left no doubt of its deadly power.
With his determination now set, he began to walk towards the darkness that lay ahead, sword clenched tightly in his hand. The atmosphere was heavy with tension, and he could feel the weight of countless eyes upon him. But he knew that he had to press on, for if he were to turn back now, he would surely be trapped in this waking nightmare for far long than he intended.
As he neared the depths of the darkness, he could feel the air turning colder, and a Faint sense of dread began to well up within him. But he pushed it aside, reminding himself that he was a master swordsman, and that he had faced far worse than this.
As he stepped into the darkness, the light flickered and died once more, and he was enveloped in pitch black nothingness. But he refused to let fear control him, and he continued to walk forward, sword held high in the air.
The darkness seemed to stretch on forever, but finally, after what felt like hours of walking, but in reality only a few minutes, the red scarlet hue can be seen once agai, how this time far more horrific, he could feel somewhere in that scarlet nightmare an overwhelming presence lingered.
Frustration welled up inside him as he cursed under his breath. He had faced powerful enemies before, so why was he suddenly consumed by fear? The oppressive atmosphere of this place must truly be deadly if it could shake even his nerves. Especially given the nature of his ichor, he should be afraid yet his blood felt like it was crawling.
Despite his own unstable emotions, he continued on determinedly until he was once again greeted with the red stone world. But this time, what lay beyond the darkness was a shocking and terrifying sight.
What was once a creepy hospital ward was now a empty underground train station, however what he saw was horrific, blood was everywhere on the ground, in front of him was a massive pile of organ and bones.
Carrion stumbled into the cavernous underground station, the flickering fluorescents barely illuminating the deathly stillness that hung in the air. The putrid stench of iron and decay assaulted him, invading his nostrils with a suffocating embrace. It was as if the very essence of death had permeated every inch of this place.
His boots squelched against a crimson tide that oozed across the grimy platform, each step sending ripples through the thick pool of blood. The sickly glow of the lights reflected off the surface like a warped mirror, casting an eerie hue over everything. He could feel his stomach churn at the sight and smell before him.
As he navigated further into the station, the true horror became apparent. Bodies, unmistakably those of vampires – their pale skin stretched taut over sharpened cheekbones, fangs bared in eternal rictus – lay scattered across the floor like discarded rag dolls. But this wasn’t a massacre by mortal hands.
These creatures, known for their unnatural resilience, were ripped apart – limbs torn from sockets, torsos mangled like discarded toys. The scene resembled a macabre symphony of horrors orchestrated by an unknown force. Carrion’s heart raced as he realized he was walking into something far more sinister than he could have ever imagined.
The carnage was nothing compared to the true monstrosity that Carrion witnessed. A cold dread slithered down his spine like a thousand writhing centipedes as his gaze shot upwards. The once sterile concrete walls of the station now pulsed with a sickening rhythm, resembling the breaths of a living being.
But there were no lungs present, only an eerie imitation of their movement.
He could hear it, swear to every deity he didn’t believe in, the sound of vast, unseen lungs inhaling and exhaling in the background beyond those walls as if this place literally became alive in some shape or form.
It echoed through the space like a chorus of tortured souls whispering in unison. Grotesque veins, pulsating with a sickly green glow, bulged beneath the surface like bloated pythons. The scene was illuminated with an otherworldly malevolence, as if it were a stage for some wicked performance.
"The fuck is even going on?! AGh look I have enough show yourself, I ain’t going any deeper than this, whoever or whatever the fuck you are, come out and lets settle this man to man already."
And then that’s when he heard it.
"Phiyahahahahaha!! Hahihyahyahyahayaahahahaaa…. oh my your quite the buzzkill aren’t you egh? You loss Loviatar thing ~ how precious."
A sinister voice rang out, causing Carlion to jump in surprise. But what truly caught him off guard was the way it sounded - a cacophony of multiple voices speaking at once, male and female, young and old. It seemed to come from all directions, disorienting him. And just when he thought it couldn’t get any more unsettling, a separate voice suddenly appeared behind him, sending chills down his spine.
"Peek-a-boo…. mister!"
As soon as those words were spoken, Carlion whirled around with his sword held firmly in hand. With a swift and practiced motion, he aimed his blade at the figure standing behind him. As the sharp edge of the sword made contact, it etched through the neck of the person with a satisfying slice.
Yet, unexpectedly, there was immense resistance that pulsed back against Carlion’s arm, as if he was cutting through something metallic from his perspective. The force was almost enough to make him lose his grip on the weapon, but he held on tightly and pushed forward, determined to break through whatever obstacle lay in his way.
But by doing that he came face to face with the person. Her pale skin, the color of moonlight on marble, seemed almost luminous against the inky darkness. Her eyes, the very essence of fire, burned with an intensity that hinted at otherworldly hunger.
Her raven hair, long and untamed, cascaded down her back like a waterfall, framing a face that possessed an ageless beauty. Full, crimson lips, slightly parted, hinted at a thirst that went beyond mortal desires. A pair of elegant fangs peeked out from behind them, a subtle reminder of her predatory nature.
She wore a gown of the finest black velvet, its elegant lines hugging her slender figure.
Gossamer lace, the color of faded moonlight, adorned the neckline and cuffs, adding a touch of ethereal elegance. A cameo, carved from a blood-red stone, rested at the base of her throat, the only adornment that dared to compete with the fiery color of her eyes.
Despite her young appearance, Carlion couldn’t help but feel a shiver run down his spine as he recognized the woman in front of him. Within the vampire community, she was known as Helena the Death Bed, a rising genius with a reputation that preceded her. Even though she appeared to be no more than 12 years old she is actually pretty old 180 year of age.
However, the real question is why a powerful summoner like her is alone, or more importantly, why did she approach him so casually?
Carlion’s mind raced as he stared at the blade, buried about 4 inches deep in Helena’s neck. Her skin, thick and resilient, had stopped the attack with such ease that it seemed as if her bones were coated in armor. As her blood pooled around the weapon, she began to speak, confirming his suspicions and adding to his growing sense of dread.
The woman’s voice was a mix of surprise and disdain as she spoke.
"My, my, it seems we have quite the barbaric brute here. Didn’t your mother ever teach you that it’s not nice to hit a woman?"
Her words were laced with a hint of sarcasm, her eyes narrowing as she observed the man before her. The air around them crackled with tension and disapproval.
"Your not Helena are you?"
As soon as those words left his mouth, Helena’s expression twisted into a sinister smile and another voice joined in from behind him.
This time it was the sound of a familiar young man.
"Hmm… he looks homeless if you asked me."
As Carlion glanced over his shoulder, he was met with a shocking sight - a man with long blue hair and a pair of black horns stood behind him. The man’s eyes shimmered a menacing pink, causing Carlion to feel uneasy.
"L-L-LORD ALBEDO!!?"
"No…. this isn’t… nononono… AGHHH who the hell are you really?"
"Who am I?"
Yet another voice joined the conversation, this one coming from above. It belonged to a well-known member of the vampire community, particularly among the scion who made up the majority.
He was defying gravity and hanging upside down from the roof of the station.
It was Alucard.
"I am the one you seek, and now that your dragon stands before you, what shall you do? Will you flee like a coward or face it head on? Because if you hesitate, that beast will surely consume you. And then, you too will join my collection of identities."
"These new skins suits are quite intriguing, I must say. They put up a decent fight, but you...you are different. I can sense your strength, it rivals my own. And your taste, I can only imagine that it taste just as strong as you look pihyhahayhayha…. Shall we engage in a little game Loviatar thing?"
