As Merciless sat in a lotus position, the red world surrounding him gleamed menacingly. At this point, Ophelia Merciless stood vigil to safeguard the main body, while Albedo Merciless continued the quest of hunting down other vampires. Merciless was practically multitasking, and with his present abilities, he could do a million more things if he wanted to, especially beneath the red light of Crimson Dawn.
And to maintain the element of surprise, Ophelia Merciless concealed her presence from existence. As she lay next to the present Merciless, resting on his back with a mesmerizing grin on her face, she conjured a Pandora cigarette from thin air, already light, and bent her head back, her knees up, laying down on Merciless’ shoulder, smoke escaping from her mouth as she spoke.
"Hmm, I wonder what Silk has in store for me... but damn, I really want that Possession technique."
Ophelia Merciless spoke as she reinserted the cigarette into her lips and inhaled smoke into her lungs. Her eyes were a shimmering blue in the crimson tone, but her thoughts quickly turned as she looked down to her breast, where she saw her nipples were firm.
Ophelia Merciless, poking from her purple top, looks down with a displeased expression on her face, which quickly changes to an entertaining expression as her hands twist the curve of her nipples while also giving it a little pinch. As she spoke, her countenance remained unchanged.
"I won’t lie, this horny fox has an extremely sensual body; the only thing touching me from her tight clothing is the breeze and the air, and yet her body responded in such a manner, heheh, horny little fox indeed."
Ophelia Merciless spoke as she continued.
"She is quite sensitive, and simply touching my nipples feels this fucking good. Hmm... although I don’t see myself fucking another dude, even if I can easily become a female anytime without limit, I ain’t gay. But I must admit, I kind of take after my father; I’ve been noticing it, but I’m so fucking sexually frustrated that the only way to calm me down is to fight. What the hell is even happening to me? Are all Michellian vampires normally this horny?"
Ophelia Merciless questioned.
"Or maybe it’s just me? Hmm... how curious indeed! I mean, as a human, I used to beat my meat very hard. Hmm... agh, it doesn’t matter either way; I’ll simply please myself with Substance Body later. I created her to satisfy my needs and curiosity, after all. I’d say I would require the practice, but Jordan, Alucard, and Zalana’s memories are just... well, let’s just say, I can be a professional porn star with an amount of lewd information in my head."
"But you know, I could use this to my advantage; I mean, I’ve completely reproduced Ophelia’s body, down to every nerve and contour. I could use a female victim’s soul, then create a clone of Ophelia to house the soul in, and experiment with her body until my heart is content, and by doing that, I could find her weak spots or the ones I don’t know about; I do know a lot of them via her memories. Haha, yes, I’m just preparing for the opportunity to tame her. From there, I’ll utilize her to get closer to Lucy and also tame her, so I can integrate my presence and my seed into the Jahad clan and begin my plan to create a factory of skill-set baby gummy bears."
Ophelia Merciless stated with a cruel smirk, it was clear that she had pretty dark ambitions; to her, all of her children were nothing more than serviceable weapons of mass devastation or a possible meal to further her own advancement in power. She was a fuckup for believing it, and she knew it better than anybody else. But the issue is: did she care enough about human morality? Well, her answer was straightforward.
"Im a fuck-mothering vampire for fuck sake; why the hell should I care about human morality? I mean, pfftt... fuck them, kids!"
"Spit it out. Even if the husk of a man still clung to me, humanity holds less weight than a dead coyote. I see something I want, and of course, I am going to take it. If it resists, I bend it to my will, just like the old man taught. No sugarcoats are needed. Embrace the hunger, the gnawin’ in your gut. It’s the whetstone that sharpens the ichor magic inherited from him. This world? A festerin’ corpse. Morality’s a rusted spur, snags ya on the first gallop. Leave it for the weak and the blind. We take what’s ours."
"AHAHAHA! That’s the Elderblood in yer veins speaking, ain’t it Merciless? AHAHAH... AGHH!! This world? A slaughterhouse gone to seed, a playground for the crazed and the cruel. Only one law is here: the law of the fang and claw. And I aim to be the goddamn sharpest fang in the pack. No room for weakness, no quarter for the meek. Strength—that’s the only currency that matters. And I’ll carve my name on the skull of this world with it. Strength. Mine. Alone."
Ophelia Merciless talked with glee, but a voice could be heard in the distance. Ophelia Merciless was aware that people were approaching, but the situation was complicated by the constant teleportation this person was doing.
With that, she took the cigarette from her mouth and tossed it to the side, and as she stood up, her hair began to turn into a forest of whip-like hair appendages, as he stated in a cruel tone filled with sheer joy while licking her lips in excitement.
"Oh, how sweet of you. My next meal was gracious enough to come to me; he probably believes my main body is unprotected. Poor little blinking bat, let’s see how excellent of a teleporter you really are, since with such a low EP score, you’re asking to be eaten alive."
Said Ophelia Merciles as she looked at this man’s EP score.
[264,901]
"Guh-huhu... PIYAHAYAHAHAYAHAHAHA!"
Her laughter boomed through the mansion dimension hallway, but her attacker couldn’t hear it due to Ultimate Veil’s concealment of her existence. Sound, aura, and even supernatural senses were all totally veiled, leaving no trace.
In layman’s words, Ophelia did not exist in relation to the world around her.
"Its time to eat."
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The air was heavy with the aroma of ozone and moist dirt, a discordant symphony that strangely calmed the prickling disquiet running down Merciless’s spine. Jagged red trees clawed at the inky, star-filled sky, their bark inscribed with arcane patterns that pulsed with an alien glow. Between their twisted roots, inconceivable flora bloomed: flowers fashioned from starlight, their petals gleaming with ethereal iridescence yet casting an unnerving blue tinge on the forest floor.
The wind, if there was one, whispered secrets in an unknown dialect, stirring the leaves in a chaotic symphony that appeared to both soothe and frighten. In the distance, a low, repetitive hum vibrated through the very fabric of reality, a persistent undercurrent that, despite its mesmerizing nature, sent shivers down anyone’s spine who came face first before it.
Merciless naturally began to glance around; this was, for lack of a better phrase, beyond his wildest expectations. His words couldn’t capture the chaotic beauty of the world that suddenly surrounded him.
But when he turned around, his eyes widened in surprise, for that was when he saw it.
A massive tree forms a glittering silhouette against the star-strewn tapestry overhead. Its trunk, a spinning vortex of azure blue light, appeared to defy gravity, rising unimaginably high, as if it were penetrating the fabric of the universe itself. Wispy tendrils of the same electric blue light snaked from its branches, reaching out like skeleton fingers into the skies and brushing against the cosmic tapestry.
"So this is my inner world, the gate that will take me to the mental plane?"
Merciless said, to which he continued.
"Still, what the hell is that tree? I feel like it’s calling me, no! It beckons me."
Merciless put his palm to his chest, grasping his heart, or in this instance, his Ichor, hard; it was pounding furiously as if to say, go forward as if something was there that he needed to acquire; what that emotion was, however, remained a mystery to Merciless. However, it did not change the fact that the idyllic tree beckoned him.
"It’s clear that this is where I’m supposed to go. Haha.... Oh well, there’s only one way to find out what’s at the tree’s roots now, is there?"
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Merciless proceeded to advance toward the tree, and as he descended deeper into the forest, a more esoteric reality began to appear.
The closer Merciless came, the more the eldritch beauty of this strange and chaotic realm overpowered him. The blue light coming from the tree wasn’t steady; it pulsed with a regular thrum, sending shivers down his spine. He felt an unmistakable draw towards it, like a siren call that both scared and attracted him. However, he couldn’t deny the sensation of wrongness that hung over the tree like a veil. An alien beauty, dazzling but terrifying, offering both enlightenment and annihilation in equal measure.
As Merciless approached the foot of the massive blue tree, the whispering breeze became a symphony of disturbing chirps and clicks. Tiny insectoid creatures with shimmering wings darted between the roots, their complex eyes glittering with unsettling intelligence. The earth beneath his feet pulsed softly in time with the tree’s mesmerizing glow, a gentle vibration that felt like the universe was breathing.
When he got to the base, he saw no bark, just a spinning vortex of the same electric blue light that pulsed throughout the tree. The symbols on the crimson trees appeared to writhe and dance more furiously as he got closer. With each beat of the tree’s bright pulse, a wave of dizziness flooded over him, threatening to draw him into the whirling vortex at the tree’s heart.
The colossal blue tree pulsed behind him, a rhythmic thrumming that vibrated through Merciless’ boots and resonated deep within his bones. The air, thick with the alien beauty of the crimson forest, seemed to crackle with an unseen energy the closer he got to a specific spot near the base. As he drew closer, a discordant symphony reached his ears – the gentle clinking of porcelain, the soft hiss of boiling water, and the rhythmic thrumming… all overlaid with a low, melodic hum that seemed to emanate from the woman herself.
There, nestled among a bed of luminous, starlit flowers, sat a vision unlike anything Merciless had ever encountered. Unlike a queen on a throne, she perched regally upon a simple, weathered wooden chair. But the simplicity ended with the chair.
Silk, for that was the name that whispered on the wind, towered twelve feet tall, her alabaster skin glowing with an inner light that cast an ethereal sheen upon the surrounding flora. Unlike the moonlight dress he’d envisioned, she wore a gown as black as the void itself, a stark contrast to the luminescent flowers and the cobalt pulse of the tree.
The fabric seemed woven from stardust and nothingness, clinging to her curves with a seductive grace that both revealed and concealed. Strategic cuts hinted at the voluptuous expanse of her breasts, their peaks pushing tantalizingly against the fabric. The dress flowed down her back in a way that emphasized the generous sway of her hips – a sight that would make a saint lose his composure, even if that saint had to crane his neck to see it.
Her hair, a cascade of purest white that tumbled down her back in unbound waves, framed perfectly sculpted eyebrows that seemed painted on with the finest brush. But it was her eyes, or rather, her eyes, that truly held him captive.
Four in total, just like his own coincidence, could not be any clearer, each vast and bottomless like the starless night sky he’d just traversed, they were black, void of all color, just black in all of its completeness—a mesmerizing sight to behold. They were scattered across her face in an unsettling symmetry, one pair above the other, like constellations charting an unknown course. Her natural lips had black lipstick currently present, a stark contrast to her eyes but more shiny, and were a deep, mesmerizing black, adding to the air of otherworldly beauty and unsettling mystery.
Two additional arms, mirroring the ones holding the teacup and gesturing towards him, emerged from her back, each tipped with a slender, black hand. The air around her crackled with an intangible energy, a potent mix of allure and danger that made Merciless feel like a fly caught in a spiderweb, a spiderweb spun from starlight and woven with something far more primal.
As their gazes met, a jolt of electricity shot through Merciless. A wave of conflicting emotions – awe, trepidation, and a strange sense of familiarity – washed over him. In this bizarre setting, amidst the chilling beauty and otherworldly light, she sat with tea and pastries, a picture of incongruity that somehow worked. She broke the silence first, her voice a melodic whisper that vibrated through his very core.
A playful giggle, as if from a child, echoed through the air.
"Oh my, oh my."
The voice, now unmistakably feminine and laced with amusement, purred.
"Is my selfish little visitor bewitched by ol’ Silk here? Heheh, how amusing! Well, well, what do you think, Merciless? Is this form more to your liking? It’s a little out of fashion, I suppose, but then again, it’s been ages since I last wore it before another."
Merciless, remained silent at her joking words, to which Silk replied, breaking the silence.
"Fufu!! So, are you simply going to keep gazing at me? Or are you going to sit down and have some tea?"
