Vampire: World of Blood-Chapter 139: Wooden Horror

"Whatttt the fwuckkkk....

Merciless stood there, bewildered and horrified by the scene unfolding before him. His voice was barely a whisper, the terror of the sight leaving him almost speechless. Hector, who should have been beyond the reach of such suffering, was bleeding; a chilling sight to behold, but what Merciless managed to pull off given Hector’s current form still was not as bizarre as his current state.

Hector’s current form was that of a wooden marionette, broken into bits as he floated with several others encompassed in a spherical hue of golden light, and Merciless had no idea how Hector had ended up in such a nightmarish situation, to begin with.

But even then, one thing was abundantly clear: this was not something one encountered every day, and even if it were, it would do nothing to diminish the sheer horror of the scene.

"What in the name of all that is dark and twisted is even going here... What is this place? What’s happened to Hector?"

Merciless said to no one but himself.

His mind raced with a spectrum of different emotions at that moment.

Despite this, he sensed a great deal of danger in this location he found himself in, not just because of Hector’s current form, but rather because his instincts were clawing at him to get out of her. and the Shagoth in his head were all going insane with fear, screaming for him to run now, it was so bad to point that Merciless began holding his head.

The hivemind, with its semi-mindless inhabitant, was never this distressed, so this was indeed a first for Merciless, all things considered.

"RUNNNNNNNNNRUNRUNRUNRUNRUNNNNRUUNRUNNN!!!...

"It’s everywhere... everywhere...

FLEE NOW! IT’S CLOSING IN, IT’S EVERYWHERE! NO ESCAPE, NO SANCTUARY! DEATH IS HERE, ITS CLAWS ARE IN YOUR SOUL! YOU CAN’T HIDE, YOU CAN’T ESCAPE, YOU’RE TRAPPED, TRAPPED IN A NIGHTMARE!"

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, doom all around us, death is right in front of you, we are already dead, deaddeadeadeadeadeadeadead!!...

"IT’S HERE! IT’S IN THE AIR, THE GROUND, THE DARKNESS! EVERYWHERE YOU LOOK, IT’S WATCHING, WAITING! THE MADNESS IS INFECTING EVERYTHING! YOUR BLOOD IS BOILING, YOUR BONES ARE TURNING TO ASH! FLEE, FLEE BEFORE IT CONSUMES YOU! NO REDEMPTION, NO ESCAPE! DOOM IS UPON YOU, NOW, NOW, NOW!"

"Thisisit hehehehe..... itcomes... nowhere, dead, that isour f...fatetheonelyone....the onlyone hehehe....hehehe....deadeaDEAAD!!!...

The Shagoths’ voices were unbearable, hundreds of them speaking at once, their worries intensified for some reason; their call to flee from this location was so great that Merciless felt unable to think clearly. The pain was excruciating; as he fell to his knees, black blood began to run from his eyes and ears, and his finger sank deep into his own skull due to the intensity of the situation.

"Ahhh... shut will ya!...

His head was splitting and burning; it felt as if his mind would explode at any given moment. But despite Merciless’ requests and directives, the Shagoths did not heed. And suddenly, as if responding to its master’s grief.

Black Tail suddenly acted on its own, curling and swirling at the same time, and without warning, the sound of a sword piercing through the air could be heard. The blade-like tip of Black Tail pierced right through Merciless’ right ear, and the blade stabbed Merciless in the head and right through his armored brain.

Black blood sprayed in response, and almost immediately, Black Tail began to detach itself from the blade, leaving it lodged inside Merciless’s head. At that moment, his entire brain was effectively dead or, more precisely, shut off since it was already dead to begin with.

Yet, Merciless himself remained intact. Due to the nature of vampirism and his ichor, as soon as he absorbed the Shagoths, their fragmented souls’ incomplete minds connected to his brain, which served as the storage space for their damaged consciousness.

Despite this connection, the brain was entirely useless to Merciless in this context, hell to all vampires as a whole, these organs they had when pre-vampirism can be used the same way as they were when alive if the vampires will it of course, making every organs except the private parts as just decorations.

Vampirism in itself could just project the info of use, and sensation through them whether they have it or not via blood or straight up just the spectrum bubble that connected them to vampirism.

As such organs as a whole were not needed for them to function like they would when alive.

It is for this reason that vampires are self-sustaining and effectively eternal, as they are essentially a conceptual race of copied information, with the body they inhabit serving as a natural conduit for this information to move around in the physical world.

And since the Shagoths were not vampires, their function to communicate was not crucial for Merciless’s operation. However, for the Shagoths to convey information, they had to use his brain as a conduit to transmit their voices to him.

Organs were primarily used by Vitalis-type ichor users as something akin to cybernetic add-ons or augmentation for a person in a cyberpunk or futuristic world. And that was exactly how Merciless perceived all of his organs: as nothing more but tools that existed within him.

Merciless was able to rise up despite having a blade embedded in his brain, yet this was far superior to the awful experience he had previously had. Merciless then began speaking immediately after, as he stated.

" I guess I will take that as my sign to grab Hector and get the fucked out of here."

Merciless’ hand rushed out, desperate to grab Hector’s marionette-like figure. His fingers trembled as they hovered only inches from the shattered wooden figurine, a sense of desperation hanging in the air as he stretched forward.

The moment his fingertips brushed against Hector’s disjointed limbs, a jarring voice echoed in his mind, sharp and insistent.

[Stop! Do not touch it!]

The voice was Ceridwen’s, her urgency cutting through the chaos, but it was too late. The instant Merciless made contact, an unbearable sensation surged through him. His hands began to transform, the flesh and bone melding into wooden joints.

His eyes widened in shock, the horror of the transformation sinking in as his fingers elongated and twisted into grotesque, marionette-like appendages. The change was swift and merciless, moving up his arms with a chilling efficiency.

Merciless gritted his teeth, trying to counteract the metamorphosis with his own shapeshifting abilities. But to his astonishment, his powers failed him. The more he tried to reshape his arms back into flesh, the more they resisted, as if they no longer belonged to him. The sensation was alien, like trying to manipulate a foreign entity.

[Ohhh no, why... just and how did you end up here.]

Ceridwen’s voice cut off abruptly as the transformation reached his elbows, crawling up his arms like creeping vines of darkness. Panic surged through Merciless. He had to act before it overtook him entirely.

Instinct kicked in. His mind raced as he focused on his next move. With a fierce determination, he channeled miasma and plasma into his hair. It responded with a crackle of dark energy, reshaping into a heated, black plasma whip. The whip crackled and sizzled, its texture a molten blend of dark heat and lethal sharpness.

In a swift, practiced motion, Merciless lashed out, the plasma whip slicing cleanly through his now-doll-like arms. The severed limbs fell to the ground, dark blood pouring from the stumps, the black blood gushing and pooling on the sand below.

The pain of transformation was intense, but Merciless forced himself to focus through the haze. The transformation had been halted, but the damage was done. His arms were now severed, and the visceral rush of pain and fear fueled his next actions.

His breathing was ragged, the adrenaline coursing through him as he stared at the mess before him. The cave was illuminated by the dark sheen of his spilled blood, creating an eerie, shimmering pool around him.

He forced himself to stay calm, the voice of Ceridwen a distant echo in the tumult of his mind. He needed to find a solution and quickly. Every second counted as he prepared to deal with the aftermath of this terrifying ordeal.

However, before he could even get his bearing to adjust to the sudden unexplainable series of weirdness that was happening, his senses heightened.

His senses twitched with heightened alertness, the kind that frequently precedes approaching danger. He instinctively searched his surroundings, his four eyes leaping up to the sky. Something wasn’t right. The air was thick with tension, and a faint, disturbing hum echoed through the clouds.

But Merciless barely had a moment to react. With a quick, fluid motion, he leaped to the side, propelling himself away from where he had been standing.

As he rolled out of the way, a blinding streak of silver lightning erupted from above, crashing down with a deafening roar. The bolt sliced through the air where Merciless had just been, and the moment it touched the sane below that when he saw it.

A large crater could be seen, but from that crater, a large dead-like tree came into existence.

This instantly prompted Merciless to question aloud as he said.

"Yeah, this place is bad news."

Soon after, he realized that none of his regeneration was working, therefore he had to rely on his aspect to save his ass at this moment.

And his hands instantly began to re-manifest from nothing itself, as the wooden arms, suddenly disappeared the moment Merciless began to heal his arm in this way, as his other options were not working.

But, once again, a humming sound from above could be heard, which startled Merciless because this place was not giving him time to think, but before he could move, the sand suddenly began to do the impossible, transforming into a series of chains that engulfed him from below, there fragile appearance fooling even him as he tried to get away but couldn’t as each movement is rewarded with greater tightness.

And before anything else, another lighting from above came crashing down, this time Merciless was unable to move, as it struck true.

"Ohhh come on, not this shit again!"

Merciless shouted in pure annoyance, and evident worry as the golden lightning hit the ground from above.

*RUMBLE.... BOOOOOM!!!*

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