Vampire: World of Blood-Chapter 149: The Last True Vampire II

"No, Carmilla, this isn’t up for debate, sweetheart. That shitty king has fucked over my Michelle one too many times. First his unborn child, now this? Oh, hell no!! I’m getting it back in blood for my sire. This isn’t up for debate; give me options, or I’ll make some options!"

Merciless said his orders firm, and seeing it impossible to reason with him she began to answer.

"According to legend; there exist two ways to truly kill Eos, and those options are The Weapons of Grace; or via a different expression... apart from that, there isn’t any other way to truly kill him, and to be honest, there is no way around that... Eos whole existence is tied to vampirism... and unlike the vampirism concept that all vampires are connected to his concept and soul are one, as such it is completely independent from from the other spectrum, as his soul and independent concept is somewhere outside the Tree of Knowledge or that what the First Keziah said."

"Aside from those two alternatives, there isn’t another method to really terminate it, however, there is another myth circulating among the Overseer about a weapon that once injured his soul. However, the current location of the weapon remains unknown. I can’t say it’s a viable option because it’s guesswork, but the first two are the only ways to properly kill Eos."

Carmilla informed Merciless, to which he nodded in agreement.

"I see... the first option I am familiar with; however, the second is a mystery to me... and let us forget that weapon, which is nothing more than a myth. I desire... no! I need a real genuine solution for this eternal pest problem, something that would make him suffer and regret... And thankfully, I have potential access to the Grace series."

Merciless speculated that he should create his own weapon of grace. After all, he does have Michelle Ichormancy... the problem is that it is still dormant, to the point that he cannot even feel it, as he can with the other dormant magical nature that was and continues to be, beyond his control.

But as he looked at his own hand, Hector was still very much on his shoulder, and the portal to his lab was still open.

But at the same time; Carmilla reached out to him and asked him as such.

"Ummm Boss...

"Yes, Carmilla?"

Asked Merciless as he began to stare towards Carmilla, his four eyes etched on her hologram-like form.

At that point, she gathered her courage and asked what she wanted to ask; as she mentioned.

"...Not to be a party killer, but if you really want to kill Eos, do you think Michelle will approve? I agree with you on this the mother fucker has to go. But having a progenitor on your ass, especially your own father, is nearly tough to pull off if he attempts to stop you."

When these words came to be, Merciless couldn’t help but smile, a faint, almost nostalgic smile, as a long-buried memory surfaced. It was from a time when he was still Mercy Morgan—before the transformation to a vampire, as his exposure to vampirism would distort his body beyond recognition.

The memory was of a man who was so big and muscular that the locals nicknamed him Mr. Titan. He could always remember this man looming above him like a shadow in the darkness. These were his younger years, between the ages of 6 and 7.

This man was his human father prior to vampirism before he became ill and transformed into the horrific-looking orc monstrosity that became apparent as he aged.

Back then, the man’s presence was overwhelming, not only because of his size of a staggering 7"6 but also because of the aura he exuded. His father, Orion Morgan, was a commanding figure with wild, unruly white hair that cascaded about his shoulders in chaotic curls.

His eyes, those intense, beautiful brown eyes had the ability to pierce through anyone, making them feel small and defenseless.

His skin was slightly tanned from days spent outside in the sun, and his body was covered in tribal tattoos, each conveying a narrative about his primitive connection to nature.

He was usually holding a massive bow whenever he went hunting, as that was his hobby, even at night, when most people would seek refuge in their houses. But not Orion. His realm was the night, and his life passion revolved around hunting.

Merciless remembered well one such night when he sneaked out to hunt with him or was snuck out of the home by his father. As they both went to Lavatos Yesnak a place so special to him that it seemed to exist outside of time whenever he goes there as he can always forget about neighborhood assholes.

It was a hunting zone for the truly dedicated—where hunters or people who loved the sport could go without being watched or objected to by others. Orion thrived in the cool, silent night, with the stars overhead and long, dark shadows stretching across the ground. He was as adept with a bow and spear as if he were some kind of ancient warrior, almost like a modern-day caveman who had retained his basic instincts.

Mercy’s mother, on the other hand, would have never approved of these secret excursions. She had an irrational fear of the night, something she could never fully explain but was deeply rooted in her being. For some reason, the darkness unnerved her in a way that daylight never could.

Looking back at it, this made Merciless wonder if this had anything to do with the curse; he recently found out about.

"It’s more dangerous at night."

She’d say, her voice trembling with concern.

"Never go out, especially after midnight, as the eyes that blink never miss their existence."

She did everything to keep Mercy safe, especially once the sun dipped below the horizon. But Orion, always the rule-breaker, would sneak him out anyway, his steps so silent that it was as if the night itself welcomed him into its embrace

But Orion, always the rule-breaker, would sneak him out anyway, his steps so silent that it was as if the night itself welcomed him into its embrace. How he managed to do it without his mother noticing was a mystery to Mercy, one that added to the allure of those forbidden hunts.

The memory that stood out the most was the look in his father’s eyes as he whispered one of his favorite sayings:

"Sometimes, the best way to love someone is to not be an open wound that bleeds on them."

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Orion’s voice had been calm, cold even, as he drew the string of his bow taut in the moonlight. The meaning behind his words had taken years to sink in, but now, Merciless understood.

His human father meant that sometimes, protecting those you love means bearing the pain yourself, not letting them see it, not letting your struggles spill over and wound them. It was a harsh philosophy, but one Orion had lived by. What people don’t know, he believed, couldn’t hurt them.

As such his reply to Carmilla’s question was the name.

"Sometimes, the best way to love someone is to not be an open wound that bleeds on them."

"Ha!?"

Carmilla said to which Merciless replied.

"It basically implies that what he doesn’t know cannot hurt him... and if he doesn’t know, he can’t stop us; Father’s weakness is his trust in me. He knows I won’t do anything to offend him since he knows how much I value him, and since he was the one who changed my life for the better, I won’t inform him about my plans."

So when Carmilla heard this, she basically replied.

"Your fucking crazy if you think you can hide something from a progenitor for long."

Merciless just chuckled at this as he responded back with.

"Well for as long as it can at least, by the time he finds out it will already be too late."

"You progenitors can see true blood bonds right, how sure are you that he isn’t watching you right now?"

But to Carmilla’s surprise, what Merciless said next shocked her.

"Ohhh believe it or not, I can sense when Michelle is watching me through our blood bond, one of the perks of my blood talent you see. So I kind of know when he is watching me through our bonds, and right now Michelle isn’t watching me.

"Wait what... holy shit are you serious?"

Merciless chuckles slightly; as he responds as such.

"Yeah, so I am confident he can keep this secret from him."

"Damn..... hehehe... you are definitely the weird one master, you are powerful, and you also have weird abilities like sensing a progenitor gaze like it is nothing."

Carmilla replied, a little shocked by the news.

But at the same time, Merciless suddenly got a message from Anastasia as she said via their blood bond.

’Master; It is me, Ana... I finish charging up; I think I can now blow this barrier to thy kingdom come... your call... but we got to move quick, I can only make a small hole in this thing for about 10 seconds at most.’

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