Vampire: World of Blood-Chapter 133: Dreams That Never Die I

Substance’s slow humming filled the room, and her voice carried the melancholy song with a calm, almost hypnotic rhythm. Crimson Dawn’s red tint illuminated Merciless’ office, throwing deep shadows that danced over the walls and highlighted the chamber’s complex patterns.

Substance lay naked across Merciless’ chest, her body stretched across him, the sheets just partially covering her, the curve of her fat ass apparent through the white linen. The aroma of their recent actions lingered in the air, a reminder of the raw and unbridled moment of intimacy they had just shared.

Merciless lay on his back, arms wrapped around Substance, his mind preoccupied with his future objectives, only briefly distracted by the music she had hummed for a while now singing it over and over again. Slowly, his lower eyes opened, displaying a dark, brilliant purple that burned quietly. His stare, keen and interested, fell on her.

"You really like that song, don’t you?"

He asked, with a tint of curiosity, he knew the story behind it too well, but with all honesty, it was completely irrelevant to him.

This song told a tale, one of which was an event that happened in Hector’s youth.

Substance grinned, her lips curled into a knowing, even devilish smile. Her eyes met his, a spark of compassion and understanding in them, as she continued to hum the song, her voice quiet and melodic:

"Mmm-mmm mmm-mmm, mmm-mmm mmm-mmm, mmm-mm-mmm-mmm, mmm-mm-mmm-mmm... ♪♫♪♫

Mmm-mmm mmm-mmm, mmm-mmm mmm-mmm, mmm-mm-mmm-mmm, mmm-mm-mmm-mmm... ♫♪"

She let the last notes linger in the air before speaking, her voice gentle yet carrying the weight of a story long past.

"This song is really beautiful you know."

She began, her tone reflective.

"It’s called ’Herr Mannelig.’ It’s a story of love, perseverance, and, eventually, victory—but not in the way most people expect."

Merciless listened, curious as to why Substance liked it so much. Substance persisted, her words bearing the weight of the past she was about to impart.

"The song tells the story of a great and proud knight named Hector. However, he was not your typical knight. He was a dire wolf, and it was around the same time that Michelle was recruiting new servants to join his army. As a young lad, he was arrogant and pompous, uninterested in love or anything else that may divert him from his duty. He was Loki’s son, the beast of nightmares, Fenrir as many know him."

A pause hung in the air, the silence filled with the echoes of the song’s tragic notes.

"But there was a troll."

Substance continued.

"Who saw something in him that went beyond the fierce warrior or the frightening myths and tail he was known for in that time in history? She wanted him not only for his strength but also for what she thought was hidden beneath that frigid façade."

Substance’s fingers traced gentle patterns on Merciless’s chest as she spoke, her voice softening.

"The troll was persistent. She didn’t accept no as an answer. She pestered him, irritated him, visited him at inopportune times, and even fought him—anything to get his attention. She was a persistent thorn in his side, an unyielding presence that refused to leave."

Merciless’s eyes narrowed slightly, processing the layers of the tale. He could almost picture the frustration, the battles, the stubbornness on both sides.

"Hehe, love and that serious old man who would give his own flesh and blood to please me, hehe. Tell me, did that iron wall of pure will give in? Heheh just kidding, I already know the answer; it’s weird how that woman made Hector fold, but that’s the power of pussy for yah."

Merciless said, to which Substance replied.

"Of course he did."

"Hector—Fenrir—said yes, not because she was attractive or wealthy, but because she wore him down. She demonstrated that her love and tenacity were stronger than his apathy. And, in the end, she became one of his numerous wives, demonstrating her determination... that woman would not take no for an answer, even when Hector killed her, she just resurrected as her unique folklore kept her alive, Hector was something she wanted more than anything else, and even after what he did to her, that did stop or deter her heart one bit."

She paused, her eyes locking onto Merciless’s.

"I enjoy it because it tells the story of how love can be persistent. It’s chaotic, full of inconsistencies, with right and wrong intermingled. The knight and troll weren’t intended to be together, but they found a way. The bard, their daughter Skadi, sang of this story not simply as a tale, but as a portion of her legacy, the result of a love that defied all odds."

Her voice softened further, almost a whisper.

"And maybe."

she added.

"I like it because I can see myself in that troll. If you truly love someone, you will go to any length to ensure their happiness. You’ll fight or straight-up kill for them, annoy them, and never let them go until they understand they need you just as much as you need them."

While Substance said this he gave her a firm look, as if he just realized something.

’Damn so when Hector made Substance, and I asked him to make her a yandere, he did so perfectly because he already has one as his wife.’

’Hehehe, I really need to test this boundary-crossing skill of his some more.’

Merciless said to himself.

For a time, the chamber was silent, with only the gentle buzz of Crimson Dawn’s energy around them. Merciless felt the weight of her words, the song still playing in his head, mingling with his own thoughts.

Substance, on the other hand, lay back down, her head resting on his chest once more, her humming softly filling the space between them with a song of history as well as the present.

"Hehehe, such a weird story, but if you like it, I guess it is alright, either way, I am going back to sleep now ok."

Merciless said to Substance who replied as such.

"Of course master, you can go back and sleep, watching you sleep as I snuggle up to you like this, is also a reward in of itself too you know."

"Hehehe, whatever makes you happy I guess."

Merciless replied back, as he quickly began to fall back into a slumber.

As Substance hummed to herself, Merciless’ eyes closed again. Despite the grim setting of the song, there was a calm quality to her voice he quite enjoyed.

As a result, he surrenders to unconsciousness once more, his mind at ease, while Substance’s voice fades into nothingness until there is only darkness.

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But, out of the darkness came light, as an explosion of hues hit Merciless, till his eyes opened up once more, a familiar spot greeting his presence once again.

Merciless stood at the center of his inner world, an imaginary space where logic and reason are defied, where the limits of reality blurred into a distressing dreamscape.

Jagged crimson trees clawed at the dark, starry sky, their bark etched with cryptic patterns that pulsed with an alien brilliance. The twisting roots of these trees entwined with the earth, blending into the very fabric of the world. Each tree looked to be alive, an extension of Merciless’ own spirit, breathing in sync with his thoughts.

Beneath his feet, the ground was a mosaic of bizarre, luminous plants that defied the natural order. Flowers, fashioned from starlight, bloomed between the gnarled roots, their petals casting an ethereal iridescence that bathed the forest floor in a ghostly light. The blue tinge they emitted was both mesmerizing and unsettling, a stark contrast to the crimson glow that dominated the sky.

A heavy wind whispered through the air, thick with the scent of ozone and moist earth. The whispers carried in the wind spoke in an unknown dialect, stirring the leaves in a chaotic symphony that both soothed and terrified. It was as if the wind itself was alive, a manifestation of Merciless’s thoughts and emotions, echoing his innermost fears and desires.

Amidst this chaotic beauty stood the colossal tree, a towering monolith that pierced the very fabric of the universe. Its trunk was not made of wood but of a spinning vortex of azure blue light that defied gravity, rising impossibly high into the sky.

The branches of the tree reached out like skeletal fingers, touching the cosmic tapestry above, as if they sought to grasp the very stars themselves. The tree pulsed with a rhythm that resonated deep within Merciless, a steady beat that echoed through the entire realm.

When Merciless saw this he began to comment.

"This place still looks the same as before, not much change even after I got my null aspect ha?"

Merciless thought to himself as he searched for Silk, but to his amazement, he couldn’t locate her anywhere; it was as if she had vanished from this world entirely.

"Haaa... how strange, where the hell did this woman even go?"

Merciless questioned, as he began to traverse his own inner world, but she was nowhere to be seen at all.

"Ha did she leave me or something?"

However, at that moment, something landed on his head.

Merciless naturally replied by reaching up to his head and grabbing whatever landed on it, as soon as he noticed it.

In his hand, was a doll of Silk, as she looked up at Merciless and said in a cute voice.

"You finally return my partner in crime, hmm...and it would seem you converted nicely indeed."

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