Vampire: World of Blood-Chapter 94: The Bio-Spear Master

"Tsk, what the hell is this?! One minute, it was normal; now everything is just pure scarlet."

The voice of a middle-aged man could be heard clearly, as lava started melting the earth underneath him. The evaporating body of a pale-skinned woman with blue hair began to turn into ashes beneath this vast pool of lava. A gigantic biological nightmare of a spear peered into her heart, the woman glanced up at the man and allowed a single word to leave her quivering mouth before dying right then and there.

"...m..monster...

The man gave the woman a bored expression as he removed the spear from her chest, causing her to evoporate into nothing, leaving no trace of her behind; and he responded to her as such.

"We all are, me and you alike; I’m just the stronger one!"

And the moment the spear was pulled, the lava from the ground began to be absorbed into it. The spear moved beyond the limits of earthly armament. It was a monster of flesh and bone, a grotesque blend of biological and extraterrestrial. The "shaft" writhed, a throbbing mass of muscle and sinew that looked like a giant black serpent about to strike.

Its surface was smooth and gleaming, with an artificial bioluminescence casting a sickening green pallor over the surrounding region. Instead of scales, leathery hide, or even some alien-like skin, it was covered with what appeared to be an endless number of gleaming eyes—small black orbs that blinked and twitched sporadically, adding to the spear’s disturbing sentience.

The head of the spear was not metal but rather a grotesque, barbed mouth. The interior was lined with rows of razor-sharp teeth, each with an obsidian shine and pouring in a viscous, bioluminescent ooze that was orange and red in color. The maw appeared to throb with its own hunger, its edges continually bending and moving, as if ready to eat everything that came within reach.

Instead of a smooth point, the spear terminated in a nasty, barbed stinger oozing with the same horrible ooze. It moved almost imperceptibly, a steady, repetitive twitch that foreshadowed the painful strike it could deliver with a lightning stroke.

The entire abomination vibrated with a horrible fire-like energy, the throbbing muscles of the shaft causing vibrations in the ground. Its undulating body emitted a subtle, sickeningly delicious odor reminiscent of rotten flowers combined with decaying flesh. This wasn’t simply a weapon; it was a living nightmare manifested, a horrifying reminder of the horrors that waited beyond this dark world of blood.

On the other hand, the bearer of this spear was a fairly unique vampire and a well-known one at that. General Viktor Zakcry of the Zakcry family, who works for the Bloodlust family of clan Azamite, led by family patriarch Carner Cinderfall Bloodlust. A powerful aristocrat with the title of earl and one of the very few mythical fable vampires that exist.

Like Carner, the general belonged to the Azamite clan. And, despite his youth, he has risen to this rank and position in a relatively short period of time; after all, Viktor has only been a vampire for 15 years, but he was a superhuman before becoming one, and a very strong one.

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As a result, when he became a vampire, he was immediately labeled an anomaly among his peers, simply because, even as a peasant, he could kill intermediate-level vampires and even hold his own against graudate-level vampires on the lower spectrum.

His accomplishments were numerous, and his strength was obvious, so much so that he piqued the Earl’s interest.

He was not simply another attractive face on the battlefield. Every scar on his body was a victory sculpted from bone and blood. His prowess was legendary, both among humans and monsters. When Earl Carner learned about him, the ancient vampire’s eyes sparked with more than just "interest". It was just greed. The Earl grabbed him like a magnificent treasure and placed a Viscount title into his palm.

This predator, however, saw titles as trinkets. He rose through the ranks to become one of the Bloodlust’s ten Supreme Generals, which he accomplished in less than 2 years. The vampire community’s youngest Earl ever was a beast of incomprehensible potential. His ascension to prominence was not only spectacular but also a middle finger to the whole Azamite clan hierarchy.

Every step he took to the top caused an earthquake that rocked the fundamental basis of their power system. He was more than simply a danger; he was a living calamity. It was because of him that Carner managed to establish friendly relations with two of the Azamite clan Grand Elders.

But just as he was strong, he was also quite a sight to behold. He wasn’t your average, gloomy vampire. Viscount Viktor stood in the mansion halls that were now on fire due to lava with the air of someone who had seen civilizations build and fall. Age had engraved lines on his face, each telling a narrative of innumerable wars in quiet tones. Silver strands shimmered in his black hair, adding a touch of experience without diminishing his commanding presence.

His jawline was powerful, emphasized by a well-trimmed beard that flowed into a handsome goatee. High cheekbones and a somewhat aquiline nose spoke of regal pedigree, which contrasted sharply with his harsh efficiency in posture.

His eyes, however, carried true authority. Consider dark, near-black pools with an ethereal, purple light, which is a hallmark of Clan Azamite. These eyes possessed a depth that appeared to absorb centuries, a reflection of years spent hiding in the darkness. A single flash of delight flickered inside them, a flare of something unquestionably lethal that spoke to the vicious predator hiding under the surface.

Viktor was not one to hide his vampiric nature, yet his clothing exuded subtle elegance. A well-tailored black leather trench coat cascaded down his body, lending a bit of gothic flare to his functional outfit. A bright white dress shirt popped out from beneath, the first button purposely undone as a modest protest against formality.

Dark, tight jeans clung to his legs, revealing polished leather boots that clicked with calm authority. Even in this world of Crimson, his albino-colored skin still made him stand out.

A long moment stretched between them. Viktor, or Zakcry, as he was more commonly known, held the bio-spear aloft, its sickly green glow casting an eerie pallor on his face. Then, with a sigh that seemed to echo through the emptiness, he let the weapon fall as it fixed itself and floated beside him on its own, a single, choked word escaping his lips.

"This one doesn’t appear to have much promise for consumption either. Even after she died, comparing her potential to the two youngsters I’d been chasing after is like comparing a lighter’s blaze to the sun itself, sigh...I guess it is better than not...

Zakcry’s eyes widened in terror as a voice murmured at the back of his head, informing him as much.

’Father, jump back now!!’

Zakcry replied by jumping back as far as he could as his spear warned him of approaching danger.

The ground beneath Zakcry’s feet writhed as if it were alive, causing shocks throughout the air. Cracks snaked across the flooring, widening with each terrifying pulse. Suddenly, like an image straight out of a fever dream, the broken, scorched floorboard transformed into flesh and bone bursting from the crevices.

A giant fox appeared in front of him, its shape a hideous combination of eldritch horror and primitive predator. Its fur, a writhing mess of inky black tentacles, pulsed with a horrible tone. Razor-sharp teeth, oozing with toxic radiation saliva, lined its jaws, which gaped wide with an insatiable hunger. Clamps of glowing purple plasma bones protruded from its cranium like a twisted crown.

The eldritch fox lunged, emitting a loud howl that seemed to rip the very space around it. For a moment, the mansion dimension became unstable as pure Aether infected it. Its jaws, unimaginably enormous and adorned with gleaming teeth, crashed shut with bone-crushing ferocity.

Shockwaves—apparent disturbances in the air—erupted from the site of impact, demonstrating the immense strength of the onslaught. The entire sight surged with strange black and purple energy, a fusion of miasma and plasma, leaving no doubt in Zakcry’s mind that this monster was hazardous, especially considering his discomfort was only getting worse by the second for some reason.

At that moment, Zakcry looked at his partner, or son in this case, which was this spear. It had many powers, but one of the most useful in Zakcry’s opinion is the ability to determine how dangerous an opponent is based on survival instincts, and for the first time in over 259 years of being both a superhuman and then a vampire, he saw something he had only seen once.

"Oi... Magma... your quivering, you alright buddy!"

’Father...

Magma said, slowly floating further and further away from Zakcry, who noticed this as he responded.

"What’s the problem, Magma?!"

"This is bad. This is really bad!! That thing, no, this entire world... It’s suddenly locked onto us. We need to move, and fast. Our chances here are dwindling rapidly. Use the spatial jump technique, father, now! There might not be another opportunity."

But before another word was uttered, millions of eyes began to open up, while the shadow under Zakcry’s feet began to fuse with him, turning his lower half black.

"W...What is this?!...

Zakcry shouted in a panic as the shadow began to thicken, practically hardening on its own, rendering him unable to move. As if that wasn’t terrible enough, the eyes began to shine as they all began to discharge purple plasma light that started to surround him in all corners, entirely removing his mobility.

’I-I.. cant move.’

Finally, where the eyes were, an uncountable number of mouths appeared on the wall; their mouths opened as large amounts of plasama began to charge up from them; each of them charged quickly, and each of them had enough to destroy Hellmora a hundred times over, as their power increased by a hundred fold each second. The plasma is increasing like a roaring volcano about to erupt.

Zakcry, on the other hand, rapidly sought to calm himself down; he hadn’t expected such a large surprise strike, but he realized this red world had been a massive trap this entire time, and as such, he needed to act swiftly. As a result, using the blood bond he shared with Magma, he transmitted a telepathic message.

’Magma used the sixth form now.’

Magma replied back in kind, while erupting into a giant pool of red lava that swallowed up Zakcry in instant. On the other hand, a silent voice echoed in the room.

"Order: Command: Resurrection through soul sacrifice is absolutely prohibited."

"Order: Command: Entrap room, boost its total durability and resistance to be 3 times that of mine."

"Order: Command: Remove the blast radius but keep all of the adverse effects on the target to maximize the efficiency of the lethality, and boost radiation poison by 10 times."

Right after those words were said, all of the mouths aimed toward Zakcry began firing a volley of Stasis Ionize purple from all directions; the attack was essentially omnidirectional. There was a deafening crack followed by a loud explosion comparable to a supernova. The crimson reality briefly lost its tint to the dazzling purple light, which was so bright it could outshine most galaxies in the universe.

The ground shook literally, causing a major earthquake to rock a significant portion of the mansion’s dimension, the effects of it could be felt more than 15 light years away from outside the reach of Crimson Dawn, and as everything was being scorched, if not straight up, atomized, and ripped apart in that liminal space.