Vampire: World of Blood-Chapter 156: Mastered Form Merciless II

Carmilla took a deep breath, feeling the weight of the revelations she had just witnessed sink in. The fragmented memories, the twisted curse, and the unsettling power that thrived within Merciless from such a young age—all of it painted a grim yet fascinating picture of his life. Yet, it also made her question everything she thought she knew about him.

Her consciousness, still suspended within the sea of Merciless’ vast, conceptual world, began to untangle from the flood of memories.

Or rather it was natural that her consciousness floated here, to begin with, given this tree, or rather this concept was now her true form and core, her existence was tied to this.

The overwhelming sense of connectivity she felt with him now settled into something more manageable. An understanding, a bond, unlike anything she had ever experienced.

Carmilla’s thoughts raced, but she had to steady herself.

"It’s time to leave."

She whispered to herself, but the lingering feeling of awe kept her anchored for a moment longer.

She had never possessed a core before. The sensation was strange, almost intimate, and she found herself feeling emotionally attached to Merciless’ vampiric conceptual world, if only because it had become so deeply entwined with her own.

It was an odd comfort; a sense of belonging that stirred within her as she clung to the memories.

But nevertheless, she decided to leave, satisfied even, after all, there was literally no way to undo what had been done in the truest sense she had become a fundamental part of Merciless power and overall existence as a whole.

Talk about life-long partners indeed in this very instance.

But without saying anything else, her form began to fade from this conceptual plane and return to the physical world.

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Carmilla returned back to the physical world; her attention now on Merciless who had a pain, or rather an annoyed facial expression on his face.

Merciless, his eyes now slowly fluttering open, looked dazed. His gaze, unfocused at first, locked onto her form, struggling to grasp the weight of what had just transpired. His brow furrowed for a brief moment, trying to make sense of it all.

"Are you alright?"

Carmilla’s voice, though unshaped by lips, was filled with genuine concern, her form radiating a subtle warmth, that only Merciless can feel.

Merciless blinked, his hand instinctively reaching up to his head as if trying to ground himself. Then, as the fragmented memories Carmilla had managed to retrieve began seeping into his mind, something clicked. Another sliver of his forgotten past surfaced—faint, but unmistakable.

His lips curled into a casual smirk, though his eyes betrayed the gravity of the moment.

"More secrets about my past, huh?"

His voice held a trace of amusement.

"Well... they’re welcome. Every memory counts.... im quite interested to see how my life was, and what was real from what was not because of Kael fucking with my memories."

He stroked the side of his head, absorbing the flashback. There was no panic or rage, only an uncanny acceptance of the revelations that continued to unravel. To him at this very moment in his unlife, every bit of his buried history served as nothing more than another tool, another weapon to be sharpened.

Carmilla stood silently, tied to him in ways neither of them could entirely fathom. She watched him, the bond between them stronger than ever, her holographic body throbbing in rhythm with his thoughts, as if she were a part of him now; an extension of his will. Perhaps, in a twisted way, she was.

Either way, life goes on, from there Carmilla began to question Merciless, as she asked.

"So what’s next boss?!"

Carmilla looked at Merciless, her curiosity piqued.

He met her gaze with a calm determination, a hint of excitement flickering in his eyes.

"I want to try my new Valkos Awakening."

Merciless said to which Carmilla nodded, and pitched in as she said back.

"Hmm... you don’t waste time do you?"

The atmosphere shifted, charged with anticipation.

Carmilla on the other hand could sense a unique energy swirling around him, ready to burst forth.

Merciless nodded, his expression unwavering.

"Yeah... it’s an ability that will literally give me a new unique power; of course, I want to try it. I’d like to learn more about Michelle’s old powers, as I’m not too familiar with them.

Carmilla felt the impact of his words. She recognized that this was more than just a makeover; it was a declaration of his willingness to confront everything that had shaped him. As the essence of Valkos’ power began to emerge around him, she could feel the ground quake with the impending intensity.

"Let’s do it, then."

She said, her voice steady.

"I’ll be right here with you."

"I mean you are with me deeper than ever before, but I appreciate it... now then let us get this show on the road."

As he spoke, fragments of memories from Michelle surged within him. He recalled how she had wielded this power, a legacy passed down with both pride and burden. He focused, calling forth the Valkos Dagger—an embodiment of his innermost self.

Basically after getting a Valkos core, or in Merciless’s case, he was the Valkos source, when gifted the power of Valkos, one can call forth a special dagger, also called a Valkos Key, basically stabbing this thing in one chest triggers the transformation.

Like the key starting up the engine of a car, the daggers are imaginary in a way meaning only the user can use them.

As such Merciless began to call for Valkos key.

The air thickened as the blade manifested before him, coalescing from swirling shadows and vibrant bursts of energy. It was an ever-changing weapon, its form shifting fluidly as if it were alive.

The surface of the dagger was covered in intricate patterns that glimmered and pulsated with an otherworldly light, the colors transitioning seamlessly from deep purples to glowing greens, reminiscent of a nebula in motion.

Each undulation revealed glimpses of a cosmic void, a swirling mass of stars and shadows that seemed to echo Merciless’s own tumultuous journey.

Its hilt was wrapped in dark tendrils, almost serpentine in nature, coiling around his hand and ensuring a firm grip, as if the dagger were choosing him as its master.

The blade itself was serrated and jagged, exuding a menacing aura that hinted at its devastating power. As he moved, the dagger emitted a soft, haunting hum, resonating with the primal energy coursing through him.

Wisps of dark mist trailed behind it, dancing in the air like lost spirits, consuming the light around them. The weapon’s edge shimmered with a metallic sheen, reflecting the chaotic energies within, and every pulse seemed to resonate with his heartbeat, a reminder of the bond they shared.

This dagger was not merely a tool; it was a living extension of his essence, embodying his constant evolution and the raw, unfathomable potential that lay within him.

With a deep breath, Merciless grasped the dagger firmly, feeling its energy surge through him. He lifted it, the blade glinting ominously in the dim light. And without hesitation, he drove the dagger into his own heart.

Or in this case, his Ichor.

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The effect was immediate.

A maelstrom of dark energy erupted from the wound, spiraling outward in a violent storm of power. Tendrils of shadow and corruption coiled around him, forming a cocoon of raw energy that began to alter his very form.

His body shifted and expanded, towering over Carmilla as he reached an imposing height of eight feet, the weight of his new form pressing against the air with suffocating intensity.

His once-gothic attire merged with his skin, fusing into something far more grotesque and menacing. Dark, living tattoos slithered across his body like crawling insects, writhing and pulsing with energy.

His skin had taken on a deep, bluish hue, shimmering faintly in the low light, exuding an aura of unstoppable malevolence.

His hair twisted and morphed into long, fleshy tendrils that moved like serpents, alive with dark energy that dripped and oozed with corruption. Each tendril writhed and slithered, pulsating with its own malevolent intent, as if feeding on the very power he now commanded.

His face transformed into something almost unrecognizable— his usual two pairs of eyes gleamed with an even more unnatural terrifying intensity. The upper pair glowed neon blue, cold and unfeeling, while the lower set burned with a dark, ominous purple, both pairs seething with a serpent-like, nocturnal gaze that pierced through the soul.

The sclera for both of them became jet black in color.

Jagged, monstrous black horns resembling demonic-looking yak horns, erupted from his skull, twisting and curling like a demonic crown. The thick, black horns glowed faintly with an otherworldly energy which was basically his own chi, and various other energies he had access to completing his terrifying visage.

Meanwhile, his teeth had sharpened into vicious points, like a true feral being, animalistic in carnage even.

His Valkos, the suit it represented did not change, or rather there was no need to change, for everything was already there, instead his Valkos took another route, it took his chimera armor and weaved its representation within it transforming it into a different form.

His Chimera Armor, once terrifying in its own right, evolved, reforming itself to match his twisted new shape. The armor adhered to him like a second skin, grotesque and terrifying, emanating strength.

Twisted crimson veins of energy raced through the black bio-armor, pulsating with various forms of power and feeding his voracious desire to destroy. The armor was a grotesque combination of flesh and natural metal that combined his Eternal Evolution with the enhanced corruption of his Valkos state.

The transformation continued as a massive, swirling cape of darkness unfurled behind him. The cape was not made of fabric but of living miasma—a thick, ethereal mist that writhed and lashed out like tendrils of energy, feeding on everything around him. It exuded corruption and malice, darkening the very air it touched.

And last but not least an immense, sinuous black kaiju/Aligator/T-rex looking snake tail unfurled from Merciless’ lower back, coiling outward like a massive, predatory serpent. It bore an undeniable resemblance to Æthelthryth’s but with a more masculine and imposing design.

The surface shimmered with segmented armor plates, each intricately woven with dark, iridescent scales that reflected the dim light in a ghostly sheen, pulsating with the dark glow of a deeper black light that was a light form of corruption coursing beneath the plates.

Meanwhile, beneath the natural exoskeleton, the tail’s texture was unnervingly smooth if smooth and glass-like if taken off, almost like polished marble, yet the way it moved betrayed a lethal, predatory grace.

At its base, the width gave it an imposing presence, because currently speaking it was 2.5 meters long, and tapering into a long, wide, flexible whip-like structure. The segmented plates along its length could flex and bend in ways that defied anatomy, granting it immense strength paired with unnatural agility. The tail was as much a tool of control as it was a deadly weapon.

At its tip, a jagged, crimson blade adorned with razor-sharp spikes gleamed ominously, dripping with corrosive venom.

Each spike could extend and retract at will, enhancing the tail’s lethality for both offense and defense. The tail itself moved with eerie precision, seemingly acting of its own volition, as if it possessed a mind bound to Merciless’ will.

But in reality, Black Tail’s connection to Merciless had enhanced far beyond what it once was, reaching a level of power where Black Tail responded instantaneously to his thoughts, ready to strike with ruthless intent.

Dark, shadowy light pulsed through the length of the tail, leaving an unnatural trail of tangible corruption in its wake, which dissipated slowly like lingering smoke. With every flick or curl of its form.

This was awaken form of Merciless, or the proper term would be his Valkos Awakening.

On the other hand, Carmilla watched on at her master, or as she called him, her boss, in a new light.

She floated there, a mere hologram in outward appearance, yet she was shivering with fear for some reason, she could not explain.

Her imaginary breath caught in her throat as she took in the towering figure before her. Merciless—no, this thing that he had become—radiated such an overwhelming presence that it felt like the very air around her was being squeezed out of existence.

The sheer weight of him pressed down on her with an invisible force, heavier than strong gravity, denser than anything she had ever experienced.

Her knees buckled slightly under the pressure, making her floating form kneel before him, and she instinctively tried to straighten herself, but the act of moving felt like it would shatter her entirely.

Her body, despite its connection to his conceptual power, trembled. For the first time in her short life—she felt fear, primal and raw, gnawing at the edges of her existence.

’What... is this?’

She thought, eyes wide with disbelief. The fear was not just physical—it was something deeper, something that clawed at the essence of her very being. It was as though every fiber of her conceptual existence recognized this terror, something older and more intrinsic than mere survival instinct.

Something ancient.

It was as if she was standing before a primordial being. Then and again that might just be the case given the context of where that power originally came from.

The revelation hit her like a blow.

’I’m part of him. This shouldn’t be possible...

She thought as corruption unbeknownst to her was starting ot affect her, making her speech start to break, as madness slowly started to seep into her being.

"Heheheh... Am I... going to die? No... no... I just... snap out of it, Carmilla... but still... how?! How in the bloody hell can someone—scare—their own concept... much less... this much... pressure... without even being hostile? Hehehe... no, this pressure... it’s not right, it’s impossible... does this mean... just by him existing—I... he can... no, he is—putting this much weight on... on me... a concept like myself?"

Yet the fear persisted, coiling around her like a serpent, tightening with each second that passed. And then it struck her; this was not an ordinary dread. This was Valkos’ gift, a fear so potent that it transcended physicality, sinking its fangs into even conceptual beings like her.

A fear that had no name, no origin, only the certainty of death if defied.

But the bigger question is... what was its limit if it had any to begin with of course... she could find out right now but this fear was too much for her to think straight.

Her breath hitched.

She remembered that she was a fundamental part of Merciless now, that her life, her existence, was tied to his. But this... this was new. A power he hadn’t expected, and one that had emerged alongside his transformation; an embodiment of fear so absolute that it could touch even the untouchable.

But such were powers that stem from Primordial sources.

But Carmilla couldn’t think straight, if anything it was getting worse.

But suddenly, in the midst of her terror, Merciless moved, his cape dragging on the ground.

His gaze, cold and unfeeling, drifted toward her, the glowing blue and purple eyes cutting through the dark haze that surrounded him.

They were not the eyes of the playful man she once knew, but something far more primal. He seemed to tower even taller as he took a step forward, his tail curling behind him like a coiled beast, dripping venom onto the floor.

And corruption in the air.

Carmilla felt her non-existent heart seize as those eyes locked onto her. Her mind screamed at her to run, to move, to do something—but the weight of his presence held her in place, as if she were chained to the floor by invisible shackles.

Then, in a voice that sent shivers down her spine, Merciless spoke. His tone was dead calm, eerily composed, yet laced with something far darker. It wasn’t a voice of anger, nor one of arrogance—it was simply... inevitable.

"Magnificent."

The word hung in the air like a death sentence, his tone carrying the gravity of worlds being crushed underfoot. It was as if he himself marveled at the power now coursing through him, at the terror it invoked, even in those bound to him.

For a moment, the world felt as though it had stopped. The sheer force of his presence was suffocating, and yet in his voice, there was a cold, quiet satisfaction—a recognition that he had ascended to a new state, one that even he had not anticipated.

Carmilla’s chest heaved with the effort of breathing, she did not need to breathe but the fear itself tricked her into believing she had to, or else she would die, that was just how menacing his presence was, but she couldn’t tear her eyes away. This was Merciless, and yet... it was something so much more.

He lowered his gaze, that calm smirk barely tugging at the corners of his lips, and spoke once more, this time softer, more reflective, as if acknowledging the weight of his newfound power.

"I didn’t expect this... but here it is."

Carmilla did not answer, yet as she maintained eye contact, she thought she was going to die but in that instance, as Merciless approached, he bent the knee, kneeling down to her level... instantly Carmilla looked away, thinking the worse.

’So much for that promise to keep me safe, I guess... dreaming of living on was indeed a stupid dream after all.’

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A hand touched her on her head, and suddenly the fear itself suddenly dissipated upon his touch, and Merciless began to speak.

His voice had a slight and creepy echo behind each word as he said to her while patting her head.

"At ease my child... I am not going to hurt you; sorry if you felt like I was going to kill you, I wanted to test how deep one of my new powers truly goes, and you were the closest subject to practice on."

Carmilla’s head slowly turned back to Merciless, a stutter present as she said, with confusion and relief.

"Child?!"

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