Vampire: World of Blood

Smoke drifted lazily from Merciless's black Kiseru pipe, curling into the air, swirling and twirling around him and Delilah, the faint glow of the ember casting flickering shadows across his sharp features.

On the other hand, just across from him, Delilah arched a brow; her golden eyes at that moment were filled with a mix of amusement and disbelief.

"The Seed of Legends... you say, how interesting."

She said, her voice full of a teasing skepticism, as she began to question Merciless at that moment.

"Do you have any idea what you're asking for? The Seed of Legends is beyond most being's reach. And even if you knew what you were asking, do you have enough points to even afford it?"

She said, to which Merciless replied.

"Who knows, but I am willing to make a compromise if needed... and to answer your second question, of course, I know what I am wishing for, but I really do need to reach that place... but to get there, I need a bridge installed into my mental realm that will connect me to it in order to even reach it, to begin with."

"... Hmmm...

Delilah hummed a bit, but as things stood, she began to speak as such.

"Well, I can grant it, but before I name the price... what exactly do you want to do?"

Delilah asked, to which Merciles replied as such.

"Hm... like I said, all I need is to reach that place. Once I'm there, the only thing standing between me and my ultimate goal would be the intense training I'd need to endure from there on after.

"And besides, it fits my schedule nicely, since after this exam I am going into a long period of training with my sire and the Grand Elders of my clan. But that's a challenge I'm willing to face... You could say that place is uniquely suited to me... almost as if it were made for someone like me."

"Originally I just wanted it for the sheer scale of information and wisdom it possesses, but at my current level 5, it's more than just an information hub now."

He paused with the end of that explanation, a faint smirk creeping up on his lips as his tone grew more resolute.

"That's why I need to reach it... No! I must reach it, no matter the cost. If I can access that space, I can reshape myself completely. Let's just say that place, combined with my own power, creates a rather dangerous combination."

Leaning back slightly, he waved a hand dismissively, his expression turning coy.

"Of course, I won't bore you with the details. Some things are better left unsaid."

Merciless said to Delilah.

On the other hand, there was a reason he wanted a bridge to The Memories of the World, where the Seed of Legend resides.

The Seed of Legends is more than just a key or a tool. It's a fragment of the Memories of the World. The Memories of the World exist within the mental plane; it is a metaphysical construct that holds the memories of everything that's ever happened within all composite universes and one of the prime constructs of the mental plane, everything that's shaped history. Every decision, every moment, and every soul that left its mark on the world is all preserved there.

The Seed of Legend is placed within the memories of the world; it is one of its main parts, something that would allow one to tap into that archive. It doesn't just give access to knowledge; it carries the essence of the people and events that made the world what it is.

Kings, warriors, scholars, and even ordinary people who made extraordinary choices throughout the course of time, and before time, they're all there, their legacies woven into the fabric of existence.

For that reason, Merciless sought to create a bridge within his mental plane with this wish.

For it would be a gateway that could take him to that elusive place, and if he managed to reach it, coupled with the power of his new level 5 ability Memory Skin, he could harness the abilities and forms of history's greatest figures: legendary warriors, gods, monsters, and devils.

He would gain access to an endless well of potential, not just from his own universe but from all composite universes across existence within the Sea of Ideology.

For him, it would be like stepping into a cosmic wardrobe filled with countless identities and powers, each one a weapon, a tool, a hidden ace. The possibilities were as infinite as they were dangerous.

Yet the place remained shrouded in mystery. Even Jordan's father, the sixth progenitor of the vampire race, knew only fragments of its truth. In one of Jordan's memories, he recalled his father sharing a tale of his own perilous journey there. His father had ventured into that enigmatic realm and had nearly failed to return, losing himself within its labyrinthine expanse. Were it not for his ichormancy, he likely would have been trapped there for all eternity.

Knowing of its existence, Merciless was determined to reach that place, willing to sacrifice anything to achieve his goal. However, such a feat required power beyond ordinary means, power like that of a Djinn capable of granting wishes, even one as extraordinary as this. It was for this very reason he sought out Delilah, his unique eyes revealing to him a Djinn with the capability to make his wish a reality.

And as of this moment, he had exactly 3549 points in total, of which he had collected.

With that in mind, Merciless glanced at Delilah, the bracelet tracking his points now clasped around his wrist. He had summoned it from his dimensional stomach, using Grand Order to take it out of that space.

And then he spoke.

"So, Delilah, or should I say, Lady Gold?"

He asked and continued,

"Can you grant me my wish?"

Merciless asked Delilah, who gave him an unreadable look as she sighed deeply and replied as such.

As such, Delilah's response was blunt and to the point.

"It's possible… but a wish like that would require more than just points."

Merciless had anticipated this, but he let her continue. Delilah began explaining why even the vast number of points he had accumulated wouldn't be enough for a wish of such magnitude.

"These points, collected during this exam, carry immense emotional value and worth. However, we Djinn can only grant wishes under two conditions. First, the wish must have a reason, and second, it has to make sense within the framework of reality. The more complex and intricate the wish, the less certain it becomes."

She explained and then said.

"What I mean is this: while your points are valuable and empower us, we can't grant just anything. Bringing back the dead? Sure. Eternal life? Certainly. Granting you specific abilities? Possible, as long as they have a defined nature. But what you're asking for is, well, very tricky... creating a permanent bridge to a place of such significance in the totality of our universe goes beyond my power."

She confirmed as she stated as such.

"At best, I could offer you a ticket there, but even then, the duration would be brief. Perhaps two minutes, at best. And given your ambitions, I doubt that a little amount of time would suffice."

"For that reason, using mere points to create a bridge to that place using my powers alone won't work. Remember, the law of equivalent exchange governs the abilities of us Djinn. My wishes will affect your destiny, yes, even bending reality to make them so, but what you're asking is beyond the scope of my abilities... unless you have something of immense, deep personal value to offer in return, of course, but even then, what I could grant you would be limited at best."

"Do you understand what I'm trying to say?"

Delilah asked, to which Merciless spoke.

"I do... so points won't work right... so let me ask you a question... Can someone make the wish for me, a sacrifice something of great value to them in my stead to grant a wish for me?"

Merciless said as a cruel smirk appeared on his face—one creepy enough to send shivers down even the likes of Delilah's spine.

Looking at him, Delilah leaned back in surprise, her golden eyes narrowing as she regarded Merciless with immense intrigue.

But at the same time, immense suspicions in her eyes.

The soft flicker of ethereal light illuminated the Djinn's flawless features, but her words were edged with caution.

"Ehhh.. Yes...

She said, drawing out the word.

"It is possible to grant such a wish in that manner, yeah... But the cost, Merciless... where would you find someone willing to pay it? The sacrifice would need to be immense, tied to the deepest part of their being on an immense and emotional level. Losing it would have to push them to the very brink of despair. Even then, the desire for the wish would have to burn stronger than the pain of the loss."

Merciless tilted his head, a faint smile emerging on his lips as he said.

"Hehehe... Oh my! Good news indeed... Agh... as a matter of fact, that is great news. If that is the case, then fear not; I believe I've found someone perfect for the task."

"Haaa... Really?!"

Delilah said, a little shocked by his reply.

To Which Merciless just replied back with.

"Yes, really... let me show you."

Without another word, he raised a hand, an Aether ring appearing around his wrist, and flew upward. It wasn't long before an Aether portal opened up to another location, leading to here.

*THUDDD!!*

The sound of something falling on the cold ground, of sand and mostly golden hair.

From the depths of the portal, a woman lay bare on the ground, trembling in pain, her silhouette framed in stark contrast against the neon blue light of the ring. Her dark skin was marred by raw, horrific burns that crisscrossed her body, leaving patches of mottled and scarred flesh.

The wound, of course, was the result of prolonged exposure to powerful UV light, a deliberate and cruel torment that had stripped her of her natural beauty and left her in constant agony.

The woman managed to get up her body weak and damaged, however, she fell but got up again as she stumbled forward, her knees buckling slightly as the portal sealed behind her. She was completely naked, her dignity stripped away along with her freedom. Yet despite her battered state, her eyes burned with defiance.

"Y-You... b-bast...t-tard!!"

Carla spat weakly, her voice a venomous hiss, but her hate empowered her at that moment, to fix her tone, as she spat back more lively this time, as she said.

"You'll pay for this... I'll see to it, that you will be torn apart piece by piece."

Delilah arched a brow, leaning forward with renewed interest. Her golden gaze swept over Carla, and for a moment, a flicker of pity crossed her expression.

"A Merlinian... oof."

She murmured, her voice tinged with the realization of the situation as she looked at the very prince of the Michellian clan.

'What bad luck.'

She said to herself before she continued speaking be saying.

"Hmmm, this child has been enslaved by the Veldamore Clan trait. How... unfortunate."

Merciless, however, seemed entirely unbothered by Carla's defiance. He inhaled deeply from his black Kiseru pipe, exhaling a plume of smoke that curled around him like a dark shroud.

"Ah, Merlinian animal."

He said, his tone dripping with mockery.

"Still as spirited as ever, I see... But don't worry; I didn't bring you here for idle chatter."

Carla's lips curled in a snarl, her hatred for him radiating like a tangible force or a burning fire that increased in heat without an end.

"What the hell do you want now, you monster?"

She demanded, her voice cracking under the weight of her anger.

Merciless ignored her, turning instead to Delilah.

"Allow me to introduce my pet."

He said, gesturing toward Carla as if she were nothing more than an object.

"I acquired her some time ago; quite the intriguing specimen, don't you think?"

Delilah said nothing, though her gaze lingered on Carla with an unreadable expression.

Merciless continued, his voice taking on a disturbingly casual tone.

"Hmm, either way, let me just explain something you see after reading her memories, I discovered she once had quite the picturesque life. Two loving husbands, a daughter and a son, a prosperous estate, cherished friends... even a kilde she sired and adored. She was the very picture of happiness and fulfillment... like most vampires, she was part of a noble clan family so she is a spoiled little bitch too."

Carla's breath hitched, her defiance faltering for a moment as his words struck a nerve.

Merciless smirked, savoring her reaction.

"Of course, all that changed when she crossed paths with me... Now she serves as a reminder of what happens to those who defy, and betray our great Michellian clan."

"Defy your clan... we were never yours to begin with?"

Carla spat, her voice trembling with rage.

"After you put this mark on me, you enslave me, and torture me 24/7 with a UV light, there were even time's when that gold hair bitch of yours, beat me while expressing her fucked up love for you, aahhhHHH!!... I fucking hate you, I hatehate... HATE YOU SO MUCH... You destroyed my life for your own amusement! You're nothing but a coward hiding behind power!"

Merciless chuckled, the sound low and menacing.

Say what you will animal... but today you'll serve an even greater purpose. You see, I've decided that your misery will fuel a wish of mine... you probably don't know it yet, but this beautiful woman, is a Djinn, and since I already took all your points, you will be paying in the most common price... you know what that is right, of course you do."

At those words, Carla looks at Delilah, her face, slowly forming one of pure fear as she looks at Merciless, and says.

"... You... You wouldn't?!"

Merciless just responded with a smile, causing Carla to tremble at the realization of the fucked up situation she was currently in right now.

Carla's eyes widened in horror, her heart pounding in her chest.

"No... no... no...NONONONONONOOOO!!...

She whispered, then shouted shaking her head.

"You can't... you wouldn't... you can't... I am not sacrificing something precious just to please you... I will not do this."

"Oh, but I would... and you will... because you don't really have a choice in the matter here."

Merciless replied smoothly.

He turned back to Delilah, his expression one of malice yet pure satisfaction at Carla's despair.

"Why don't we use her as the catalyst? Strip her of everything she holds dear; her family, her home, her memories of love and joy. Kill her children, her husbands, her precious kilde. Rewrite reality itself so that no one who knew her even remembers her existence. Reduce her to a hollow shell, devoid of purpose or happiness, after all...

He added with an extremely cold and menacing smile that appeared on his face, one so terrifying that it even made Delilah scared for a moment.

And finish his sentence with.

"A slave doesn't need happiness, does she?"

Carla's legs gave out, and she collapsed to her knees, her body trembling as the full weight of his words sank in. Tears streamed down her face as she looked up at him, her voice breaking.

"You're a monster... a fucking monster."

She sobbed.

"How can anyone be so cruel?"

Merciless at that moment knelt before her, his smile never wavering.

"Cruelty, my dear, is a tool... and soon you too will come to understand just how much of a powerful weapon it is... for cruelty is just as powerful as hate itself, to hate is to seek revenge, and revenge is the oldest motivation of all living organism... And you... heheh... and you my dare little animal.. are the perfect tool for my ambition."

"Now... then... stand up, shut up, and do as I say... that is an order."

At that moment, tears of blood dripped steadily down Carla's face, staining her dark, scarred, burnt skin with crimson streaks.

Her coral-colored eyes glowed neon blue, their light flickering with an unnatural intensity that reflected the chaos within her. The Michellian clan logo etched onto her forehead began to glow as well, pulsing in sync with her sobs.

Inside, Carla was screaming.

Crying.

Dying with emotional pain.

Her mind clawed desperately for freedom, but her body betrayed her. She couldn't move. Couldn't speak. Couldn't even shut her eyes to block out the horror that was about to unfold before her.

She was trapped.

Completely, and utterly trapped.

It was a disgusting feeling, the feeling of being a prisoner in her own body, her every action dictated by an invisible force. It was as if strings had been threaded through her very vampiric spectrum, pulling her along like a grotesque puppet.

Stop this.

She pleaded silently.

Please, make it stop...

But her cries went unheard, her anguish swallowed by the dark void was her own mind. Her body remained eerily still, her face betraying none of the turmoil within, save for the tears that wouldn't stop falling.

They poured from her eyes in a relentless stream, carving pathways of blood down her cheeks as though her body were shedding the grief her spectrum could no longer contain.

On the other hand, however, as Carla stands before him. No more words came spewing from that hole she calls a mouth, complete silence filled the air, as Merciless took another pull from the Kiseru, enjoying the smoke, as he said to Delilah.

"Here's my proposal: in exchange for all that Carla holds dear, you grant me a single bridge to the Memories of the World. It doesn't need to last long, one minute will suffice. The bridge will be anchored to her, but it will appear in my mental realm... meaning she is the owner of the bridge, and not me."

Delilah blinked, her mind racing to process his request. A one-minute bridge? The wish was undeniably cruel, yet its brevity made it far more plausible within the laws of equivalent exchange. Still, the sheer audacity of it left her momentarily speechless.

"You're willing to go to such lengths for a mere minute?"

She asked, her voice tinged with disbelief.

"You know... that is even worse than what I originally said I can do right, would it not be better to take the two minutes instead?"

Delilah asked, to which Merciless smiled, his eyes glinting with a calculated light to them, it was as if he had some kind of plan, and as such he replied.

"A minute is all I need... Trust me, Delilah, the value of that minute will far exceed the cost."

Delilah hesitated, her gaze flicking to Carla's broken form. The woman's eyes were wide with fear, her body trembling as silent sobs wracked her frame. Yet despite her pity for the woman, Delilah couldn't deny the brilliance of Merciless's methods.

Destroying someone else life, to improve his own.

As such, she replied with.

"Very well... what you are giving me, in return is within my power now... just make her ask me to grant her wish... and I will grant it."

With that said, Merciless, looked at Carla and commanded her as such.

"You will speak now animal."

Merciless commanded, his voice calm yet ice-cold, laced with that sadistic amusement that he didn't bother to hide.

Carla's lips parted against her will, her voice trembling yet steady, as though someone else was pulling the strings.

"I... I wish to create a bridge to the Memories of the World."

she said starting off, and laying out the details of the wish, her words coming out in a broken cadence that betrayed the agony she was experiencing.

Her tears fell harder as the rest of the wish spilled forth, and the sheer cruelty of this fucked up situation burned through her like fire.

"I wish for this bridge to be tied to my essence... as the owner. Let it exist for exactly one minute within the inner world of... of the one who commands me my master Merciless Minerva Elderblood II."

Her voice cracked on the last word, but her lips moved onward, unyielding in their forced recital.

Inside, Carla was begging for mercy, screaming at the injustice of it all.

'Please, stop this! Someone, help me!'

But no one could hear her.

She tried desperately to fight, to resist, to do something, but the invisible chains binding her were unbreakable. Her body moved with mechanical precision, her voice speaking words that were not her own.

"This bridge."

She continued.

"Shall be flawless, unyielding, and without fault. It will connect the user to the Memories of the World, granting them complete access for the brief duration of its existence."

Merciless leaned back, a faint smirk emerging on his lips as he listened, his neon blue eyes gleaming with pure bliss at this moment.

Delilah watched in silence, her expression unreadable, but a flicker of something, both discomfort and respect.

Carla's voice trembled as she uttered the final words of the wish, her mind fracturing under the weight of what she was being forced to do.

"This is my wish... in return, you can take everything I hold dear... my family, my kilde, my status, and even the memories of my existence."

Carla said to Delilah, who looked at her and asked.

"Are you sure child this is your wish?"

'Of course, it isn't... don't do this, please... I don't want this.'

"Yes... I would want nothing more... I could care less about anything else."

'NOOOOOOOOOO... PWEASE STOPP... I BEG YOU... I WILL DO ANYTHING PLEASE!!!'

At these words, Deliah just nodded her head, as she said.

"Very well, it shall be done."

With that said... Delilah started the process of granting Merciless his wish, her golden eyes narrowing as she regarded Merciless beforehand with a hint of apprehension. The air around her shifted, becoming heavy with her own power, as though the atmosphere itself was dropping sweat, scared at her very being.

However, before she began doing her thing, she gave Merciless a warning.

"By the way just a heads up dear customer."

"This wish...

Delilah began, her voice as smooth as silk, though there was a slight tremor of excitement.

"I won't lie to you, it is one hell of a wish I will give you that, and the way you got it was indeed very ambitious, cruel... and questionable in its methods."

She smirked, tilting her head.

"But I must admit, it's been ages since I've granted a wish of this magnitude. I'm intrigued to see how the world reacts to it. Keep in mind, that my wishes don't simply grant desires; they tamper with destiny itself. And because this woman has sacrificed everything for you, the Roots of Destiny will ensure that this wish aligns with your path even if it has to make one for you, that you will have to walk on your own. That's how my wish-making works; it's not like those other Djinns you've heard of."

Said Deliah as she continued... as she paused, a flicker of amusement crossing her face before her tone grew serious.

"Oh yeah!! That aside, I should also warn you that granting this wish will draw far more attention than you can possibly imagine. Powers greater than yours or mine will take notice. Let's just hope they decide not to care. When higher powers take an interest, it's always messy… and they're a royal pain to deal with."

Her words did make him feel uneasy, but he did not care, and besides, he had Brunhilde, quite literally, he was leaving his back to her.

And on point, he heard a whisper in his ears.

It was Brunhilde's voice, that flowed with the wind, as if she was the wind itself in that moment.

"Fufufu... you can leave your front to me too...

"Of course, she heard that she is literally everywhere."

Merciless softly said to himself in that moment.

But either way, he gave Delilah a serious look as he said.

"... Well I can't be hiding forever you know... but if they want to watch then let them...

At that moment, Delilah just laughed slightly as she said.

"You know, you might just be the most entertaining, or crazy customer I have ever met in my life... but either way let's begin."

With those final words, the golden light around her intensified, spilling out like ocean waves that seemed to ripple through dimensions. Merciless, for all his malevolent power, was forced to shield his eyes as the radiance became unbearable.

His neon-blue eyes narrowed to slits, and he clicked his tongue in annoyance as even he had to bow to the overwhelming intensity of Delilah's unleashed might, the celestial bird above her head expanding its wings as it releases her energy outward.

Finally, the light began to dim, retracting into her form like a collapsing supernova. When Delilah opened her eyes, they gleamed with an otherworldly glow, a smug smile emerging on her lips as she said to Merciless.

"It is done... your wish has been granted, and the price has been collected although you have less than a minute now before that bridge dis... Haaa?!"

But before she could finish speaking, Merciless was already asleep, as he quickly entered his inner world

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"What… is this madness that unfolds before me? By what sorcery or folly does such chaos take shape?...

Silk said as Merciless entire inner world began to shake, at this moment giant eyes of many shapes and sizes were floating all over the place, but they soon stopped and look one direction, beyond the massive sea, at the edge of the dream borders of Merciless inner world, a giant horizon of gold descended upon the world.

The entire sky at this moment, shines with a golden color as the light invades inwards into the inner world, and outside of it... leaking somewhere like a stream of gold into somewhere else into the mental plane.

"Tsk... I must see for myself what transpires... Has someone dared invade the domain of my partner in crime? The audacity... Some individuals truly have no sense of consequence."

With that said, using her authority Silk teleported to the borders of the inner world, and that is when she saw it. passing the borders, trespassing far off into the immaterial space of the mental plane.

A bridge of gold, taken the form of a giant stream of golden water, or a river of molten gold you could say was flowing far off into the distance somewhere else. It was connected to Merciless's inner world, and at the end of this bridge, it led to somewhere else.

But that wasn't what caught Silk's attention. No... It was the figure standing at the center of the bridge. Though it was the first time Silk had seen Merciless in his Level 5 form, she recognized him immediately, with a single glance. It was unmistakable.

However, what he was doing was a bit... unsettling. He was simply standing there, laughing to himself like some kind of madman, caught in pure, unrestrained joy. To be honest, it was the first time Silk had ever seen Merciless smile like that, genuinely, without his usual edge of cruelty.

"Kihihihi... I did it... I can't believe it worked... with this, I've gone from being a mere threat to the problem itself...

He said out aloud, shouting his victory to the world itself.

"Kihihihihaha... Oh, how ironic... Before, I had no way of reaching you bastards, but now... now I do. All your stories, all your journeys; everything, right up to your ascension or birth... Your past, your fables, they're all mine now...

"Hahaha... From the tales of King Arthur, the great journey of Sun Wukong, to the brutal history of Jack the Ripper, even the adventures of my own sire... Hehehe... everything can be found in that place, your past, I can now view the memories of all that is great ahahaah...

"How marvelous indeed, ahhh... it feels good to be here... hehehe... oh here me, you divine assholes, I am Merciless Minerva Morningstar, and now I have access to the greatest library in existence, I shall bear witness to the epics within. I can't wait to dive in... I will make it my life missing to becomes a memory so horrifying even in death you all will never forget me."

He said out aloud, on the other hand, Silk landed beside him, walking on the water as she said.

"Hmm... mine dearest master and eternal partner, might I inquire as to what transpires here? Pray, what is the meaning of this bridge's sudden appearance?"

Silk asked in her usual old-fashioned tone, her voice carrying an air of calm curiosity. Merciless responded, but what he said next utterly floored her.

"Ah, Silk, my adorable little spider."

He began with a smirk, his tone unusually lighthearted.

"I'm so thrilled right now, so much so, I could kiss you. But my joking aside, let me explain. I made a wish with a Djinn, and long story short, I've managed to get us a bridge that grants us direct access to the Memories of The World. And the best part? This bridge is now a permanent fixture of my domain."

He paused, letting the weight of his words settle before continuing.

"How, you ask? Well, here's the twist. While the Djinn itself can't make something like this last forever, I used my power of Pride to anchor the existence of the wish within my inner world. By locking its status in place, this bridge is now immovable and imperishable. It belongs to us, completely and forever."

At these words, Silk reaction was as such.

"Ha?!...

"...eghhhh!?...

"HAAAAAAAAAA.... WHAT... H-h-H..how... no! NO! NO!... my come again?"

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As Silk and Merciless had their celebration discussion, somewhere else in Hellmora, an unexpected event was taking place.

Deep within a towering fortress-like castle on a secluded island, a lone female shadow wolf in her human form patrolled the halls of a large castle.

Kaelthara, a female shadow wolf in her human form, stalked the dimly lit halls with a graceful yet predatory stride. Standing at 5'2", her dark, lustrous dark ebony colored skin seemed to absorb the faint light, giving her an almost ethereal presence as the shadows clung to her like a second skin.

Her figure was captivating, as it was very curvy and toned muscle.

Her hips were wide, accentuated by the sway of her walk, and her round, firm ass added an undeniable allure to her movements.

Her medium-sized chest, perfectly proportioned to her form, subtly lifted with each controlled breath, adding to the impression of someone both formidable and feminine.

Her name was Kaelthara, a striking figure of beauty, who had a level of ferocity to her being as well. Midnight-black fur framed her toned, and lithe body. Her piercing amber eyes gleamed like embers in the dim light, and her raven hair was flowing down to her back, on her head however was a pair of black wolf ears, and she had a long shadow-like tail behind her.

Though she was a loyal guard of the castle, Kaelthara felt restless. Her instincts as a predator clawed at her, urging her to leave this place and lose herself in the thrill of the hunt.

Yet, she knew better.

Her princess, Lady Selyna, would not tolerate such dereliction of duty.

"Ah... how boring, sigh, why do I have to be on guard duty... is this a man duty... agh... well I guess not... male shadow wolves are typically weaker than the females after all... but still, tonight is a good night to go hunting."

Kaelthara said with a defeated expression.

"Sigh... tonight is a very bad night indeed."

Said Kaelthara as she walked through the shadowed corridors, her claws clicking softly against the stone, walking past a tall man in the alter room standing and looking up at the moon.. as she passed lazily she said.

"Goodnight Your Majesty."

She said casually as she walked past the entrance, however, she quickly paused as she said to herself.

"Wait Your Majesty?"

quickly she turned back around to glance into the room beyond.

And yes her eyes did not fool her, the sight that greeted her made her blood freeze.

At the center of the room, beside a massive black sarcophagus that radiated an ancient, oppressive aura, stood a figure Kaelthara knew well. But familiarity didn't lessen the sheer weight of his presence. If this had been her first time seeing him, she might have been struck speechless, overwhelmed by a sense of awe and dread she'd never experienced before.

The man was enormous and completely naked from head-to-toe, towering at least seven meters tall, his very existence radiating an air of authority and danger. His hair, a wild, untamed silver was braided into an impossibly thick Viking-style plait, the end of which was adorned with a giant spiked silver ball that radiated a menacing flaming aura. The braid moved as though it were alive, swaying and shifting like an extension of his will, almost hypnotic in its fluid motion.

His snow-white skin, pale to the point of being gray, glistened faintly in the red moonlight of Hellmora that poured through a gaping hole in the roof above. The man's eyes were a study in contrast, pitch black sclera with platinum-like irises, slit like those of a serpent.

Kaelthara's sharp gaze took in the intricate tattoos that spanned his back, a crimson spinal cord-like design flanked by glowing black wings and ancient markings. His claws, silver and razor-sharp, gleamed menacingly as he rested a hand on the sarcophagus.

Around the sarcophagus, a pool of blood rippled gently, as though stirred by an unseen force. The altar it rested upon seemed to hum with latent power, its surface carved with incomprehensible symbols. Above, the night sky shone with countless stars, the blood moon casting a haunting light over the scene.

Kaelthara's instincts took over, and she dropped to one knee at the entrance, bowing her head deeply. Her voice was steady but filled with reverence.

"Lord Eos."

She said, her tone trembling slightly.

"You have finally awakened after five years."

Eos didn't look at her.

His black eyes were fixed on the sky above, his expression unreadable.

Kaelthara dared to glance up, but his mere presence seemed to crush the air around her. His aura, or rather the absence of it, was suffocating. It was as though he existed beyond the comprehension of the senses, an entity comparable to the vivid darkness of night itself, an aura so profound that it couldn't be felt or seen, only known.

Eos's voice broke the silence, deep and resonant, carrying an unshakable authority to it.

"Something... has changed."

Kaelthara blinked, her ears perking up in curiosity.

Eos continued, his gaze unwavering as he stared at the blood-red moon.

"The flow of destiny has shifted. The multiverse trembles as some outside force has changed the destiny of our own universe. Someone, or something; has been favored by the root of destiny itself."

Kaelthara furrowed her brow, daring to speak.

"My lord, what does it mean? Who could possess such power to alter the flow of destiny?"

Eos finally turned his head, his piercing gaze meeting hers.

"I do not know... But I felt its touch upon my own fate."

Kaelthara's eyes widened in shock.

"Even your destiny, my lord?"

Eos nodded slowly, his expression darkening.

"It sought to entangle me, to pull me into its web... tsk... how foolish."

He scoffed a sound that sent shivers down her spine.

"My fate is my own... No force, no being, no concept of destiny, much less any idea around it can lay claim to it... that's why the moment it touches me, I touch it back, and it would seem my touch scared it away, it no longer targets me, but still it woke me out of my slumber."

He looked back at the sky, his expression contemplative.

"But this... this force is unlike any I have encountered. Its influence is vast, touching the very fabric of existence. I wonder... who is it that dares disturb the balance of the cosmos... no... rather who the hell is strong enough or problematic enough to wake me up."

As the blood moon bathed him in its crimson light, Eos's presence seemed to grow even more formidable. Kaelthara remained kneeling, her heart pounding in awe and fear.

"Sigh... either way... tell me Kaelthara... how is my clone doing?"

"You mean Nayeli... yeah she has been doing good my lord... I am certain when you are ready to ascend she will be a good avatar to replace you."

"Hmmm... is that so... well I have been putting in a lot of effort into that creation, but that aside... wee is my wife."

"Which one my lord?"

"Shuten."

He replied

"Ahhh... from what I heard, she went to challenge her sister again."

"Hmmm... tsk, when will that woman ever learn that no matter how hard she tries she can never beat Scáthach... even my arbiters would have a problem taking on that anomaly... either way... have they not track done her sire yet?"

"Afraid not my king... to this day, we have yet to find Spawn that turned the head wife."

"I see...

Eos commented back, before he began to walk towards the massive entrance of the door, and said.

"Kaelthara, I'm stepping out for a while. Inform Prelatti to send a message to the Primigenials. Tell them to convene at the Eastern Nighthalls on the next full moon for an Archon Meeting."

Said Eos as he walked away from Kaelthara who merely replied.

"Zabla Fa Laja."

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