Vampire: World of Blood
Chapter 190 190: Crazy Clown + A Sexy Insane Bitch + The Literal Fucking Devil = Unimaginable Collateral Damage I

Lia felt Kiara's hands gripping her hair, holding her upright. Her body was destroyed, her torso damaged and mangled from Kiara's brutal punch—a blow that had torn her apart from the waist down.

*BOOOOOOOOM!*

But soon too, even that pain took a back seat as something much more serious came into their vicinity, casting all attention upon its being, and the moment it came, the ground erupted, as a loud explosion went off, as a result of something speeding towards the ground from a portal in the sky, at insane speed, as it body crashes downwards.

*RUMMMMMBLLLLE!!!...

A thunderous crash shook the entire valley, smoke billowed from the impact, and the world itself seemed to tremble as if struck by a meteor. Rocks crumbled from the mountainsides, cracks split open in the ground, and the valley walls groaned under the strain.

On the other hand, Lia felt oppressed at that moment, while Kiara froze, staring into the thick, swirling smoke, her heart hammering with dread. She didn't fully understand what she was afraid of, she only knew she had to get out. Something dangerous was lurking beyond that smoke, and every instinct told her to run.

Lia, though, felt something completely different. Her heart raced, but it was with a strange thrill, a feeling of excitement she couldn't explain. Whatever lay beyond that smoke seemed to call to her, stirring something deep within, filling her with an odd, almost absurd sense of anticipation.

"This feeling...

She mentioned to herself that she had felt it before, only to feel it here again.

"I've felt it before...

She murmured to herself, caught in the moment, even as it made no sense. Yet somehow, she knew.

She knew this man, just the means by which they were link was still a mystery.

And then, that's when both she and Kiara saw a figure, hidden behind the smoke, its immense presence sending waves of fear through both her and natural Kiara alike.

And so, right after; it began to emerge, and what she and kiara saw, was basically something otherworldly.

It was a very tall and handsome man, easily over 8 feet, and from his eyes alone, Lia could instantly tell he was one of her clansmen, but he was unlike any clansman she had ever seen.

He exuded a presence that marked him as something beyond the ordinary Michellian, not in power but in aura, and status, possibly the child of a grand elder. Yet that seemed impossible; Lia knew better than that, after all, knew the children of Murphy, Ragnar, and Quincy personally, and this man was not among them.

She had never seen him before, yet his aura felt eerily similar to that of the progenitor himself. He was freakishly large, strikingly handsome, and shared her and Mia's alabaster skin, though he was so pale it seemed to glow faintly, almost as if it lacked any hint of pigmentation.

His style was unmistakably Nu-goth, blending modern and dark aesthetics. He wore a long-sleeved black shirt with the sleeves rolled up, the unbuttoned collar showing off his muscular frame. Around his wrists, thick black tattoos wrapped like bands. His black jeans, artfully torn, added to the look, and his neon blue claws gleamed with a strange, intense energy, matched by the bladed tips and spikes on his tails, all glowing with a mysterious power.

His long, curly ebony black hair fell to the back of his knees, and his toes bore thick, pointed neon-blue talons, almost primitive in appearance. Either this man had undergone some extraordinary mutation through ichor evolution, or he had never been human at all before becoming a vampire.

On the other hand, he stepped out, his eye thwarted towards Kiara... and naturally Lia alike.

"Shit...

Those were the only words that escaped Kiara's mouth as she slowly began backing away. The figure had just emerged from the smoke, revealing itself, and Kiara looked frozen with fear, her face pale and panicked. Suddenly, a flash of neon blue light burst into the air, and in an instant, Kiara was gone.

With Kiara's abrupt disappearance, Lia fell forward, landing flat on her chest. Her pink constructs vanished with Kiara, and her Michellian clan trait kicked in, beginning to regenerate her damaged lower half. Unfortunately, her clothes didn't regenerate, leaving her completely exposed.

Still, she managed to heal herself and survive, at least for now. But she wasn't out of danger yet; her "rescuer," or so she hoped, was now standing before her.

As he approached, a strange sense of familiarity washed over her, growing stronger with each step he took. Despite her exposed state, she found herself, almost instinctively, bending the knee and bowing before him, as if her blood recognized his superior status.

His massive figure cast a shadow over her small, kneeling form. She wasn't trembling; instead, she felt a strange thrill rising inside her.

She dared not speak, though, whether out of fear or excitement, she couldn't quite tell. Maybe it was both.

'What's happening to me… why do I feel like this? Why am I so happy right now?'

She thought, her mind racing.

But then, with his next words, a realization hit her, a possibility that felt more likely than she wanted to admit. And if that was true...

"Lia Hoflas..

He said calling her name as if he was all well too familiar with her, despite herself meeting her for the first time today, and then he continued.

"Granddaughter of Murphy, I presume?"

At those words, her eyes opened up in disbelief, as she said.

"How did...

She asked herself, until, an answer finally reached her, as she came to her own conclusion.

"No way…

"Was this what Grandfather meant by…

Just before arriving here, Lia recalled overhearing a conversation between her grandfather, and Beatrice.

At the time of this conversation, Lia herself had been at the Lawden Estate her home, deep below the Elberblood manor, where the elite of the Michellian clan lived in a vast underground city known as Helheim.

Helheim was more than just a city; it was a sanctuary for Michellian vampires and a place revered across supernatural circles. This sprawling underground world housed multiple races from this faxe, and different fazes altogether.

But was firmly under the noble Michellian rule.

Its scale was massive, it was so large that parts of it seemed like whole separate realms.

Within Helheim, there was even an artificial multiverse training space used for training nobles and other select residents, complete with different timelines and realities to prepare them for various challenges, from politics to survival.

And in her case, their family, had a separate room, that was connected, to one of the control rooms, in the training space, given she was using that space at the time, to create an alternate universe on a medium setting, to prepare herself for the exams.

Given she was friends with Rogue, one of the sisters of the Overseers in the House of Ghal. Through her, she had learned about the news that the exam was soon to start.

Naturally, after hearing about the news, she and Mia dove into some last-minute training, honing their skills alongside their kilde. This exam was their chance to make a lasting change in their lives.

This was happening while she was training Dyeus to wield his ichor more efficiently, with advice from Ragnar and Scathach. After leaving him to continue his training in that universe, she stepped away for a private talk with Rouge who was hooking her up with some pro tips, and some inside information, to make the exam easier for her.

There was a lot of stuff to go over, but so little time to explain given both of them had shit to do at the time, Rouge especially.

So they agreed on a set time to call back and discuss with one another.

As a result, she left Dyeus to train and went back to her room.

And it was at the same time that she noticed her grandfather exiting the estate gates in the hard rain. Thanks to her ichor and enhanced senses, she could overhear him speaking with Beatrice at the gate entrance; both wore serious expressions.

But she heard a small bit of their conversation.

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Murphy gazed out into the pouring rain, speaking in a low, almost reverent tone.

"So, it's finally starting... all those years of preparation are about to pay off."

Beatrice leaned against the wall beside him, her expression unreadable. Despite the heavy downpour, neither of them was getting wet. Their movements were so swift and precise, that they dodged each raindrop with no effort at all.

"Yes."

Beatrice replied quietly, almost to herself.

"Father spoke to me last night. He wants us to bring it to fruition now, while I still have control. The quicker we act, the harder it'll be to alter its course, after it seperates."

Murphy sighed, a hint of relief mingling with tension as he began walking, with Beatrice falling in step beside him.

"Finally, after all this time, we can place our faith in the Aberrant."

Beatrice gave a weary smile.

"We've worked hard, making it as indestructible as possible. Luck's on its side, too hehehe... It's protected by someone no one can touch... even Father admitted that woman is a pain to deal with. And as for the... other Originators... they can only hurt our blight in the present, it's too late to do anything to it in the past. But to fully mature the vessel, there's more we need to do before the rebirth. My stories can only guide it so far you know."

Murphy chuckled darkly.

"Leave that to me. Mother has already reached out. If chaos is approaching as Keziah foretold then we are all fuck either way. We won't rely on the gods... thankfully some of the Originators can still see reason."

His gaze hardened as he continued.

"We've shaped this from the beginning. Its rapid growth was always part of the plan. By the time the second and third come down, the vessel needed to contain such a lineage of diverse purity will be prepared for its purpose. Then, it'll be our job to ensure it's ready to stand alone. From childhood to now, we've painstakingly cultivated it for this very step. A perfect blend of two pure bloodlines... if it reaches that stage, it'll be even more flawless than Eos ever was."

Beatrice chuckled, almost nostalgically back, as she said.

"I never thought something like it could even exist. Years of research and I still can't fully understand it. But oh well, the hard part is long over with; now all the cards are set; all that's left is to play our hand and reap the reward. Though I'll admit, creating a supreme life form like this from scratch has been... exhausting."

Murphy shook his head with a slight laugh.

"I wouldn't have believed any of it if not for her... if she didn't bring it before my eyes, I would never suggest this to 1st Keziah in the first place...

"Mhm."

Beatrice murmured.

She paused, then continued.

"Tonight, we move forward. By now, it should have lost its humanity...

Murphy nodded.

"Good... you've got one of your characters on site, yes?"

"Of course."

She replied.

"I've also put one in place for you... but that aside, the special invitations have already been sent out as we speak. A shame you won't be there; the House would be glad to see you again."

Murphy chuckled bitterly at those words.

"As such I can't, I'm still recovering from Ymir's authority, it's still plaguing me. So it's best if I keep my distance from the House for now. But tonight... tonight we meet our young lord. Michelle will likely summon us. And I'll be there to see it myself... ahhh how glorious."

Beatrice sighed, looking back.

"Well, keep me informed on how our young master, I've still got a few matters to handle on my end before I can see him firsthand."

"Heh, of course...

They shared a final look before parting ways in the darkness of the streets.

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Meanwhile, Lia caught bits of their conversation—pieces, really, not the whole thing. She heard something about "cultivating" and hints about whatever it was they were creating, how it seemed to have luck on its side. And then, the last part about the young lord... That part stayed with her, making her wonder.

'Creating... young lord... Michelle...

These thoughts led her to a single conclusion… it would explain why she was kneeling before another Michellian.

'Did… the Progenitor create an heir? If so, that would explain why my body's reacting like this. But… was this planned? He's far too strong to be newly made. Could he be some kind of engineered child… cultivated over the years?'

Lia said, her mind going off many theories.

'Yeah, that would make sense. After all, the 7th Progenitor is infamous for creating terrifying weapons and bio-monstrosities that have plagued the universe for eons; like the Basilisk, the Draugr, the trickster god Loki… and plenty of other horrors.'

'So it wouldn't be far fetch to think that would be the case.'

Lia said to herself as if she was just going off assumptions, on the other hand, Merciless looked down at the kneeling Michellian as he said to himself.

Loss in his own thoughts.

'She sure loves making assumptions... but what an interesting ability... it's not something you can take... it's type 5

Merciless said to himself.

As he continued, at this point he was analyzing her power, although it was a little hard, which was weird, even his current eyes, cannot completely grasp her ichor's true nature.

'Reverse Goddess... that's the name of her ability. The power creates another version of herself, a reflection of her own existence that's semi-conscious, only responding when she's in serious trouble or needs to draw on her power. Essentially, this ability mimics a kind of higher divinity. It exists alongside her in this 3D space, yet operates with its own set of laws around her being.

Merciless commented, though even he couldn't fully grasp the complexity of her ichor, especially since she barely understood it herself. Training it was unpredictable, with strange abilities sometimes surfacing out of nowhere, like miracles happening at random.

All he had to go on was her memory and her hazy sense of what she could do. Still, with his ability to see through to the truth, he could get a sense of her potential.

And right now what Merciless was seeing, was that her ichor makes her a rather unique 3D being, but her higher self exists on an imagined, elevated plane that surrounds only her.

So, while she's physically here, her ichor, or essence, operates as a conceptual entity on a higher level of 3d, passively simulating a 4D or higher space on said 3D space while remaining tied to cosmological laws.

What makes this even more interesting is that, because of her ichor, she can resist time-based attacks like time stops, and interference, or even resist direct consequences that typically come from time travel by sending effects of time interference as a result of a cause to a random counterpart in another faze, all of this is possible because her power tricks the world into believing things that shouldn't be possible by messing with the general process of cause and effects of how things in existence should operate around her.

This was the truth that revolved around Lia Haflos Ichor.

Lia, still not knowing what to do next, lifted her head and asked.

"Umm... by chance... are you the clan hier?"

Merciless was about to respond, the word just on his lips.

"Ye...

However, his chance at that moment to answer back to Lia did not come.

Because right after, a second before his attempt at a response, the sky above them split open with a crackling rumble.

A surge of blazing red light pierced down from above, a colossal, blinding force that tore through the sky and hurtled straight toward them as if a giant laser beam was shot from orbit and down the ground below.

Sparks of crimson energy spiraled in its wake, and the air around them grew unbearably hot, so intense that even space and time seemed to warp and twist around its descent.

Before Merciless or Lia could react, the impact hit.

*RUMMMMMBLE.... GRESASAHAHHHHHARrRRrR... BOOOOOOM!!!*

The force of the blast was relentless, scorching the ground around them with unimaginable heat, reducing everything in its path to smoldering ash. The intensity of the beam was so immense, so concentrated, that entire galaxies would have vaporized in its wake, erased from existence in an instant.

As the focused blast hammered down with unimaginable force, the landscape around them quivered under its heat.

The beam unleashed powerful shockwaves that tore through space, traveling light-years in an instant, many times faster than the speed of light. As it expanded outward, its sheer size dwarfed entire solar systems, stretching across the vastness of the Azamite space around them like an unstoppable force of nature.

When the attack finally settled, it left behind an impossibly deep crater, stretching so far across that its edges vanished into the horizon. Above, the sky was a chaotic swirl, and hovering high up were thousands of figures, powerful beyond imagination.

This sudden army, warping in without even Merciless's notice until the last second, was a sight to behold. Yet, none of them posed the same level of threat as the two figures at the center.

At the core of the crowd stood a tall, lean, slightly muscular, and imposing-looking man, around 7'2", with a ghostly pale complexion. His style was a mix of classic elegance and punk edge, wearing a gray suit layered beneath a long black trench coat, customized with a rebellious flair.

A fedora—black, sharp-edged, and lined with serrated blades—sat low on his head, he had long orange hair that reached his shoulders.

His eyes gleamed an unsettling purple, marking him as a vampire from clan Pyschomesian. Black gloves encased his hands, with his nails painted in alternating orange and black, creating an ominous, almost ritualistic pattern. His face bore heavy clown-like makeup, accentuating a wide, eerie grin. His mouth slashed deeply at the corners and was stitched back together with dark, visible threads, lending him an unsettlingly permanent smile.

And yet, at his neck, another mouth could be seen, smiling, and laughing at the destruction, as the man began to talk from there.

On the other hand, the man floated effortlessly in the air, casually defying gravity as he held tightly to a chain connected to a spiked choker around the neck of a woman seated on an imposing mechanical throne. The throne, crafted from flesh and bone, was a grotesque fusion of organic and advanced technology, with mechanical tentacles coiling around it, armed with heavy artillery designed specifically to hunt vampires and wereones alike.

Seated upon her grotesque throne, the woman exuded a chaotic charm that was impossible to overlook. Standing at just 4'5", her captivating figure drew the eye effortlessly.

Her pale skin was a canvas for a multitude of tattoos, intricate designs that spiraled around her arms and legs, each piece narrating a tale from her wild past. The tattoos blended whimsical clown motifs with darker, more haunting imagery, creating a striking contrast that added to her allure.

Her outfit was a gothic reinterpretation of classic clown attire, featuring deep blacks and rich purples accented with bold splashes of crimson. The fabric clung to her curves, highlighting her generous breasts and shapely hips, while fishnet stockings hugged her thick thighs and transitioned into knee-high boots. Every detail of her look was crafted to mesmerize, blending elegance with a rebellious punk edge.

Her face was adorned with heavy makeup, bold black eyeliner, and striking red lips that formed a seductive yet unsettling smile. Her mismatched eyes, one a vivid green and the other a piercing blue; sparkled with mischief, hinting at the chaos lurking just beneath the surface.

A tousled mane of dark hair, streaked with vibrant colors, framed her face, while she had two long poney tails, amplifying her wild, carefree energy.

On the other hand, the man turned to the woman, complimenting her as he said.

"Atta girl, Mildred! Right on the mark... let's just hope there's enough meat left for a few more scarecrows, hmm? Gotta dress things up for the big show, after all!"

The girl glanced back at her lover, her eyes sparkling with affection as she chimed in playfully.

"Oh, you know it, Acey baby! I live to impress you! But I gotta admit, it's a bit embarrassing that my powers didn't kick in. So, they're still breathing... but here's the kicker: I'm picking up on ten life forms instead of just two. What's up with that?"

Mildred said to Ace.

Ace twisted his head at an unnatural angle, the crack of his neck echoing like a bad punchline. He peered down with a grin at the neck and remarked.

"Haaa... you really sure they goth and thot ain't dead, that blast was your full-power cherry beam ya know? Or are your powers just playing peek-a-boo with some other life forms out there?"

Ace raised an eyebrow, thinking both Merciless and Lia were already dead, but Mildred piped up again with a smirk.

"Aww, sorry, babe! They're still kickin'... Hmmm, wait a sec... one of those life forms just vanished, and now another popped up! It's like they're playin' musical chairs or somethin'...

Lia lay there with her eyes shut tight, still reeling from the deafening explosion that had rattled her senses. For a moment, she thought she was dead. But as she opened her eyes, confusion washed over her; she felt no pain or pressure. As her surroundings came into focus, she realized she was standing on soft grass. A beautiful garden stretched out around her, and a radiant moon hung high in the sky.

"What is this place...?"

She murmured, bewildered.

Before she could gather her thoughts, a voice echoed nearby.

"These motherfuckers have no idea who I am do they?... The audacity! I swear, these bitches have no class. I'll take pleasure in feeding them to my babies!"

Lia's gaze shot up, and instead of Merciless, she was met with a striking woman who was quite famous in the vampire community. Clad in a blue battle suit with bits of armor, she had a black machine on her head adorned with alien-like bioluminescent eggs. Her skin shimmered a vivid blue, matching her flowing blue hair, and her pink eyes glinted with a menacing glow.

"Wait, aren't you Abadis?"

Lia called out.

The woman turned slightly, her irritation evident, but when she caught sight of Lia, she scoffed.

"And who are you exactly? Sigh... whatever. I'll deal with you later."

Lia felt a rush of uncertainty.

This wasn't Abadis, not really.

The telltale signs were unmistakable: behind the woman floated nine long tails that belonged to Merciless. Taking a deep breath, she surveyed her surroundings and noticed she was on another planet, or at least that's what it looked like at first glance. Rising to her feet, she spotted a shimmering neon blue force field about thirty meters away from the faux Abadis.

When she leaned closer, the field resembled thick water, but it felt denser, almost slime-like. Beyond it, she saw the massive crater left by the earlier blast.

"Wait, what is going on? What's happening? We're still in the same place... no, that's not right. It's as if someone copied and pasted a different location around us at the last minute."

Just then, a hand brushed against her shoulder, and she turned to find Merciless, or rather, a version of him. One of Abadis's tails had shapeshifted into his form.

"I'd advise you to stay here."

He said, his voice steady.

Another tail morphed into Alucard.

"Tsk... yeah, what this freak of nature said. Let us handle this. I don't know who that rancid bastard is that attacked us, but I'm pretty pissed right now."

Again, one of the nine tails transformed, each one taking on the essence of someone Merciless knew. Their forms were so lifelike, they didn't just mimic their appearances; they embodied their memories and personalities, a perfect replica born from Merciless's power.

Then, a familiar old man materialized before them. He approached Merciless and said.

"My Alpha... may I enter my third form? I'll wipe this army from your sight this instant."

Merciless recognized this wasn't the real Hector, but he understood the new power he had gained: the ability to bring memories to life. Each memory was so vivid that it became an almost perfect imitation of those he knew, their powers reflecting his own.

He glanced back at the main body, realizing that to dodge the last attack, he had transferred his memories to one of the tails, allowing his recollection of Abadis to take form and summon her world into reality.

Without another word, he shifted back into his true self, seamlessly merging with the main body while the tail maintained the appearance of Abadis.

Looking up at their enemies, he thought to himself.

"Well, this is going to be fun. But I wonder what I should call this new power... how about 'Memory Skin'?"

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