Vampire: World of Blood-Chapter 91: Merciless of Lavatos

"Yes, there is, my blood, of course. Now do what a vampire does best, and go for the throat."

Silk offered her neck, but Merciless was taken aback by her bold acts and responded with suspicion.

"I am sure you already know this miss-all-knowing one, but I will ask regardless. Tell me, do you understand what it means to surrender one’s neck to a vampire out of free will?"

Silk had a neutral expression on her face, but she reacted by saying.

"Yes, the act of unimorphy."

Merciless closed all four of his eyes and replied.

"Yes, blood is the essence of life; taking blood by force means absorbing another person’s life essence into one’s very being; this is how vampires can drain a soul from any living being they murder or consume by force. But taking blood that is willingly supplied is not the same as siring another; siring is when a vampire gives blood willingly."

"But unimorphy occurs when another lifeform submits its being to the vampire’s will on an absolute level. Because taking blood that is offered is a whole new concept all to itself; it’s essentially vowing eternal fidelity, similar to the expression till death do us part. Everything that was previously theirs to begin with is now regarded as the vampire’s property, and in exchange, the vampire must grant the request of the person who offered up their blood in the first place."

Merciless spoke up, fully aware of what Silk was doing, as Hector and Jordan’s memories provided him with all the knowledge he needed to know about this deed in detail. Silk, on the other hand, responded as follows:

"In order for me to transfer my facet to you while also making you an embodiment of the nothingness. You need to drink my blood, and aside from the fact that the contract has already made me yours, this act is only to enhance our trust; do we not share a similar goal? You want to destroy the Gods, right? Didn’t you say shrine to shrine, church to church, and pantheon to pantheon? I saw it, I felt it; your hatred and my hatred are the same; we both have something in common. Help me kill that monstrosity, and I will help you destroy them, the gods, their servants, and anybody else who believes in the divine; if you drink my blood, you will ultimately become something far greater than a simple God."

Silk said, and to finish the topping on this twisted cake, she ended with this.

"And beside, you said it yourself as well; remember? I don’t care what power I have to use to see my dream become a reality; you said those word. Then here it is, that power you crave, is the blood in my non-existent body; this is my response, so go ahead and take it, although I cannot guarantee your sanity after you come into contact with it."

Merciless looked down at Silk, his eyes closed as a malicious smirk formed on his face; at this point, he had branded it as his and his alone. However, his gaze was fixed on Silk while he responded.

"Haha! Hatred truly is a scary thing isnt it?"

"Its the greatest weapon of all."

Silk answered, to which Merciless replied back with equal vigor as he began to get up from his chair

"Just as revenge is the greatest motivation... but if you’re prepared to go this far, it truly demonstrates that your hate isn’t all talk. But let me respond back to you with this, I am a man who believes that action speaks louder than a million words. Maybe I underestimated you; yes, I did. Well, then, I will take this offering, and that warning, well, it doesn’t matter; if losing myself allows me to murder those bastards in the most brutal way possible, then my sanity is no price at all in my eyes; my humanity has long been destroyed; I do not want it back; nor do I crave a peaceful life; the path of self-destruction is the most suitable path for one like me."

On that point, Merciless’ hand seized and gripped both of Silk’s cheeks, and her black, vacant eyes met his intensely delighted and ruthless glare of blue and purple as he placed his head on hers in a romantic fashion. She was kneeling, yet she was still tall enough to be nearly as tall as Merciless when upright.

"I can force you to do this you know that right?"

"As clear as day my master."

Silk said in a submissive tone, as if to say she has accepted the reality of it.

"Yet here you are, willingly initiating an act akin to marriage or submission to a greater power, but in this case, the roles are reversed, and horrifyingly so. A primordial being accepting to be under a mere vampire; if father heard this, he would definitely laugh his ass off at the bizzarity of it all."

Said Merciless, a warm smile on his face. For the first time in a very long time, he smiled

this warmly.

"You know I barley know you right?"

Merciless continued.

"Yes, I like you am vividly aware of that fact!"

"You know I can still feel your hate towards me to some degree for making you a pet."

"I won’t lie, I want to torment you for pulling that stunt, but looking back, no normal person would have dared to say something like that to me. I don’t want a partner who is afraid of someone who is stronger than them. I need a partner who has no regard for their own life if it means achieving what they want in the end."

"Your selfishness is unquestionably your biggest flaw, and it will eventually lead to your downfall if you are not careful. However, your selfishness also serves as your most powerful weapon. I do not need a hero, champion, or savior, Merciless. What I need is a villain, one who cares naught about the useless and praises only the useful."

Silk announced, and her facial expression showed a cold smile.

"Hahaha... you’re honest; I like and can appreciate that; but then and again... I am no Vlad Tepes of Walachia, but I am Merciless of Lavatos, Grand Duke and Hier of the Michellian clan, and, while the journey as a vampire has only just begun, I can boast that I have lived for thousands of years with the memories of so many people inside of me, no matter how disorganized they are. But, because you are so honest, I will reward you with a little present and also take your gift in exchange."

"Hmmm and what might that be?"

Silk jokingly asked, to which Merciless replied.

"This, of course."

He muttered the phrase, a caress spoken against the shell of her ear, causing chills to dance down her spine.

The air hummed with unsaid tension, a wild dance between predator and prey. Merciless grasp on Silk’s cheeks intensified, his thumbs sinking deep into the chilly flesh with possessive force. Their gazes locked in a wordless struggle of wills between his blue depths and her abysmal darkness. Merciless lips formed a slow, wicked smile, devoid of warmth but bursting with the promise of something horrible and exciting.

Before she could blink, the gap between them had evaporated. Merciless leaned forward, his actions resembling those of a creature stalking its prey. His lips brushed against hers in a brief, harsh caricature of a human kiss. It wasn’t a touch of kindness, but a scorching brand, a promise whispered in the wind. Silk’s eyes flickered with surprise in that snatched second, and her hands sprang up on instinct alone, then her gaze calmed as she gently lowered her hands as if they had lost their strength.

This kiss lasted more than a minute, and when Merciless was content, he gently pulled himself back, and leaving a thread of saliva between them until it ruptured, satisfying his need for the time being. Silk, on the other hand, looked at Merciless, mainly expressionless as usual, but as she spoke, another smile appeared on her face.

"What a cruel and merciless man you are, taking a maiden’s first kiss without warning."

"Hahahaha... well, my name isn’t for show and gimmicks, you know; being anything other than a merciless person doesn’t suit me."

Silk replied, her large hands cupping his right cheek as she said.

"That is true indeed, now drink."

"With pleasure."

With that stated, Merciless’ long black prehensile tongue proceeded to lick at her neck as if to taste her on the surface before delving into the inside. From there, he gradually drew her head back, displaying his row of shark-like teeth, but the most conspicuous was his pointy fangs, and at that moment, he dug down into her neck, which exhibited no resistance at all, almost as if it were a fragile marshmallow. A rich flavor began to overwhelm his senses; it was more exquisite than anything he had previously tasted, and as he looked down, he saw black blood streaming from her throat.

Pain. Yes, there was pain, a stinging prickle that burst and faded fast. But it was overshadowed by a rush of pleasure so powerful that she lost her breath. It wasn’t a scorching heat, but a gentle, delightful burn that extended from the point of contact, sending tendrils of molten pleasure outwards and tingling across her skin.

His touch—oh, his touch! His fingers sank into the exposed flesh of her back, grounding her in the midst of this emotional maelstrom. It seemed possessive, but not in a manner that irritated her. It was a proclamation of possession, that she belonged to him right now, just as he belonged to the intoxicating force pouring through her veins.

As he drank, a symphony of emotions erupted inside her. It wasn’t simply the physical pleasure, which was apparent; it was something deeper, a fundamental connection. Images flashed across her thoughts—short images of the many memories of the lives he’d consumed, their echoes whirling inside his soulless vessel of a body. She sensed their anguish, wrath, and desire for oblivion—a terrible orchestra that threatened to drown her.

It was as if a piece of him entered her in that moment.

But, despite the tumult, a single emotion shone brightly: hate. Her anger and his fury combined to feed the euphoria surging through her. It was more than simply pleasure; it was a silent understanding of sorts.

But nothing lasts forever, as Silk could feel Merciless’ grasp weakening as he fell off her neck and slowly landed on her large pair of firm breasts, his hands still hanging to her shoulder. In response, Silk grabbed him by the back to support his weight, and when she looked, the Michellian was unconscious, with black blood streaming from his mouth.

A pair of holes in her neck were also bleeding, but on the other hand, they began to close up as the blood faded away.

Silk placed Merciless’ head on her lap; it was broad, wide, and soft, and her massive hands were big enough to palm his entire head, yet she comforted his sleeping body by stroking it.

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"I would say sleep tight, but when you come face to face with that thing, you will wake up either on the verge of madness or your mind completely shattered. Let us hope it’s the former and not the latter, my master."