Vampire: World of Blood-Chapter 135: Dreams That Never Die III

As Merciless stood there, he began to look at the orbs, which were fragments that Silk had gathered for him by stealing bits of other people’s inner worlds, or at least those that had the potential for one and those who already had one.

His mind teeming with the thoughts of the new fragments of dreams he had just received. He had a vague understanding of why people like Jordan’s wives were so intent on using other people’s dreams to fortify Jordan’s inner world.

The process they described was far quicker than traditional mind cultivation. It revolved around the idea of taking from others and applying what already existed to their own mental inner world.

However, there was a significant risk—if one didn’t have a proper inner world and were killed within the mental plane, they could suffer brain damage, memory loss, or, in the worst case, the outright death of the mind or erasure of the soul.

As such all damage inflicted within the mental plane translated to real and tangible harm to the mind and soul.

Vampires had slightly different stakes. While they were susceptible to mind damage, they were impervious to soul damage because vampires do not have souls. Instead, their bodies could serve as a storage space for souls, but their existence was intrinsically linked to the idea of vampirism.

You see Vampirism was a unique concept in creation, that is passed on to others, making it a unique conceptual infection that allowed anyone, regardless of race, to become a vampire.

The most common mode of transmission was sharing blood, which would change the victim into a vampire, from sire to Kilde. And what made vampirism genuinely unique was that it was a one-of-a-kind concept created by Eos alone, as such it belonged to him, and him alone. Although those who shared this idea became a part of it as well.

When someone became a vampire, their information was linked to the concept of vampirism on a personal scale—a bubble of uniqueness within the greater idea of vampirism. All of the information in their prior soul that defined them was copied into this bubble. The person was, in essence, dead, but the information that defined them was exactly recreated on this spectrum.

The transformation into a vampire also resulted in the loss of the soul. In this universe, the soul was a vital core of one individual and unique existence since it carried all of one’s identification information, making each soul that exists unique.

The soul stores information such as gender, destiny, race, DNA, abilities, personality, and so on. The information contained within is linked to the twelve aspects of existence that the Originators represent as a whole.

As such becoming a vampire entailed copying information obtained from the soul and incorporating it into the unique self spectrum of vampirism, created solely for you the new blood.

This procedure removed the original core of one’s very existence, namely one’s soul, which was bound by the laws of the twelve aspects, and threw it into the condition of Eos Subjective unknown—a region of uncertainty for this fruit, which is ruled solely by vampirism, a concept unique to Eos.

As a result, vampires were living, corrupted replicas of their former selves, driven by will and the corrupted information that defined them. They were essentially immortal, nearly impossible to kill permanently.

Only a few things in existence could truly target the information stored within the concept of vampirism. These included the blood or flesh of a Chi Dragon, sunlight from specific suns due to the Origin’s curse, and a special metal called Godium, created by the Church.

The origins of Godium’s ability to harm vampires were shrouded in mystery, with some ancient vampires speculating that it might be the work of powerful magic stemming from the God they worship, or that the Church was collaborating with a being of Chaos or Nothingness.

Beings of Chaos, such as vampires, could harm and even kill each other the same applies to beings of Nothingness as Chaos can corrupt and harm beings of Nothingness, just as beings of Nothingness could harm beings of Chaos.

This dynamic explains why a vampire could kill another vampire. Moreover, those with a magical nature could harm or even kill vampires because all magical nature stemmed from the aspect of Nothingness. Beyond these specific circumstances, nothing else could permanently kill a vampire.

Although victory can come in other forms as well albeit temporary if you’re unlucky, as nothing is forever.

Some vampires, those without the proper amount of souls, would be unable to heal their bodies at a cellular level like a Michellian vampire could if they don’t have souls to compensate.

If their bodies were destroyed by someone who lacks the means to permanently kill a vampire to the point that regeneration became impossible, they would be trapped in a state worse than death—alive but without a form to interact with the world.

However, their individuality, tied to the concept of vampirism, would remain intact. What this means is that another vampire could resurrect them with the right amount of souls, or a devil could assist them in exchange for a deal, for the contract vampires can implement.

This was why, to truly kill a vampire, one had to destroy their individuality, the core of their existence within vampirism itself, vampirism was kind of similar to the weakness that Merciless prime essence had, invulnerable to everything else except beings of Nothingness and Chaos.

Only then could they be erased permanently.

Vampires, on the other hand, are capable of producing offspring. In this case, vampirism passively creates information for the unborn child at random, and their ichor is randomly selected at birth.

A natural-born vampire, like their transformed counterparts, was born without a soul, but the information was created at random, which reflects how vampirism works for sired kilde by copying information from the soul and discarding the original.

Despite all this knowledge, Merciless still wondered what exactly made these dream fragments so special.

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As such, he began to question Silk further given that she is basically his mentor.

"Silk, these dream fragments… they seem valuable, but what exactly do they do? What makes them so special?"

"I knew thou wouldst be curious. Allow me to elucidate. These fragments are shards of others’ inner worlds, each harboring a unique power that mirrors the mind whence it came. By weaving these fragments into thine own inner world, they become layers of defense, akin to adding walls, traps, and sentinels to a fortress. Each fragment strengthens thy realm, making it more formidable against those who would dare intrude."

"And trust me when I say this, those who wield power over the mind are all consumed by hunger—an insatiable thirst for dominion. They care naught for Dreamers like thee, for they will stop at nothing to attain ultimate power."

"To them, reaching the highest plane of existence is to be akin to the most high in this accursed fruit. But heed my words, we must gather all the power we can muster, for the one who sealed me away is no ordinary foe. And should we succeed, I shall see to it that he suffers the same fate he so cruelly inflicted upon me."

Silk announced, her hatred still obvious in her voice, she closed her eyes, both pairs of hands folding as she bit her lips in annoyance, as she continued to speak of what she would do to the Origin whenever they met again for the ultimate fight for domination, which would determine who would be the new representative of this fruit.

Merciless studied her; typically, he wouldn’t worry about other people’s personal hatred besides his own, but they do have one thing in common in this shared hatred of theirs. As a result, Merciless’ body started to float.

It was his inner world, so flying should not be an issue for him. As he moved behind her, his long golden blonde hair with black tips flowed behind both of her shoulders like a gold veil covering her face, or a radiant waterfall.

Merciless began to comment, wrapping his hands around her from behind, and due to their size disparity. When Merciless was wrapped over Silk in this manner, he resembled a well-made royal mantle of pure goodness, something rather divine in appearance.

Quite the irony indeed.

And yet despite all of this, Merciless began to whisper in her ears, it was quite the sight to see indeed.

"Oi, calm down, will ya? Ugh… Look, I get it. I don’t know the depth of your hate—it’s different for everyone. I can’t feel how deep you’ve sunk into your own web of darkness, just like you can’t fathom the abyss of mine."

"Our hearts might be stained black, deeper than any color could ever reach, but that doesn’t mean we should give in. Despair just hands them the satisfaction they crave. Express your rage if you must, but it won’t change the fact that, right now, we’re both powerless against the Origin, just as we are against the gods."

"I hate the gods. They didn’t just ruin my life—they destroyed my entire family, generation after generation of suffering. After serving them faithfully, they discarded us like used napkins. But no more!!"

"It doesn’t matter—our revenge starts here. The Origin, the so-called one true god? Heh… as far as I’m concerned, he’s no different from the rest of them. Even if I have to become the very thing I despise the most to bring them down, then so be it. One by one, I’ll pluck them from creation and cast them into a hell worse than any other."

Merciless spoke, his head rising to the sky, with only a few twinklings visible beyond the thick curtain of red that was sweeping over them at the time. As he continued, he began to remember his life up to this point.

He ignored Kael for a moment; he knew little about that Mercy, but he was familiar with the Mercy he had previously known, a Mercy who led a sad life, a useless existence if you will.

Mercy may be dead today, but his will lives on. No, it was more than that; if anything, Merciless felt like Mercy, but if what is stated about vampirism is true, he may as well be dead. Because reclaiming his soul means accepting his fate of a worthless existence and returning to where he came from.

And yet as Silk listened, Merciless pat her head as an owner would their dog, in his case his spider, as he continued.

"Focus on the now, Silk; there is no god, no one to hear your prayers; I will not say anything grand, because I am not a god, at least for the time being; as it stands, I can only be a good owner and answer to your demands."

"But there is still so much to be grateful for, and as long as you hang on to your desire for revenge and hatred, you have the ultimate motivation to move forward; after all, a dream can never die, even if we have to pass it on till it becomes a reality."

Silk calmed down slightly at these words; she had placed everything on Merciless’ shoulders; in the truest sense, Merciless was her final strand, not one she could control but one she must nurture; in the end, he was her last hope, and as such, she will devote her entire life and existence to cultivate Merciless to the absolute pinnacle, until his web eventually ensnares everything within it.

As such, she replied.

"I am aware... my grand web, once vast, is now but remnants scattered through the ashes of time. I am left with but a few familiars who hold any value, yet with my power sealed, I am naught but a burden in truth. What remains to offer is but my knowledge, and perhaps... even my purity, though that is trivial in the grander scheme."

"Nevertheless, this is why I must guide you. Look upon me, a stark reminder of what weakness begets. Had I been stronger, this world, this accursed fruit, might not have succumbed to the ruinous chaos that now stains its core. It is a burden I shall bear for eternity. Yet, thou art correct—lamenting my fate shall not alter it. Heh... how curious it is to be reminded of such by one so young. But... better thee than any other, I suppose."

Silk said, as she grabbed Merciless’s hands which wrapped around her form, it was comforting the only touch or interaction she had felt for so long.

But Merciless simply replied.

"That’s right be grateful for what you have now... Just as I am grateful for what I have right and now at this point in time."

He then continued.

"Ah yes!! So many things to be grateful for... Michelle gave me a new beginning; I was reborn. Brunhilde gave me a veil to hide behind; till I am ready, and Beatrice carved a path I can walk; so I can one day reach higher powers even from here. And one that will lead me to even the Originators. But you… you’re just as special. You gave me a web to ensnare them all, to devour them whole. Chaos or nothingness, it doesn’t matter. Soon, all will be drawn back into one web regardless of reason; my web birthed from yours, take pride in that fact. And you, you’ll have a front-row seat to watch the show from my lap. Heheheh... after all, I never forget those who gave me a chance to reach the unreachable, even from the depths below from which I came. So stop grieving, and let’s pluck and hang them from my threads, till there is nothing left to be plucked nor ensnared."

These were Merciless last words before a subtle silence was shared by the two, as they looked up at the stars above, and soon after Silk said

"Well, my companion, let me teach you how to use your Dream Magical nature, as corrupted as it is. It is because of your special power to harmonize the impossible that I was even able to depart this area, which I was unable to do previously."

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