Vampire: World of Blood-Chapter 121: Primix Dimension

Merciless suddenly found himself in a vast cavern, the air thick with the scent of damp stone and the faint trickle of water echoing through the endless dark. The cave, naturally shrouded in darkness, was perfectly visible to his eyes. His night vision cut through the blackness, revealing jagged stalactites hanging from the ceiling and the glistening sheen of underground rivers weaving through the rock.

"Ha, where am I?"

Said Merciless as he held his head in pain, that weird transition from point A to point B that was here really made him disoriented upon arrival.

"Damn, this a rare, a fucking sudden headache that isn’t being cured by my regeneration."

Announced Merciless as he rose to his feet, his hands clenching his head, as the world around him began to spin, the cold, hard ground beneath him sent a shiver up his spine. The air, though heavy, seemed ordinary at first. But as he took a breath, a sharp pain lanced through his chest. It felt as if he had inhaled an entire mug of flaming needles.

His lungs burned with every inhalation, the sensation spreading like wildfire through his body. He gasped, trying to expel the foul air using his Darwinism, but it was too late, it was not enough something was overwhelming his ichor faster than he could purge it.

"AGHHHAA... it fwucking hurts.... the hell shit, shit, shit...the fuck is this, I just got here."

The toxic atmosphere around Merciles clawed at his insides, making his throat constrict as his body rebelled against the deadly intrusion.

*THUDDDD!!*

Merciless fell to his knees, his hands gripping the rough stone beneath him as waves of agony tore through his body. The air around him seemed to thicken, each breath more labored than the last.

His vision blurred, and a bitter, metallic taste filled his mouth.

"....fuck.... am... I going to die... shit... the hell...again...I..I...

Blood, thick and dark, began to pour from his lips, splattering onto the cold ground below. He tried to stop the flow, but it only worsened, the crimson liquid now leaking from his nose and eyes. The pain was unbearable, like a thousand needles stabbing into his flesh from the inside out.

His mind screamed at him to do something—anything—to stop the pain. But his body was betraying him, weakening with each passing second. His thoughts grew hazy as he struggled to stay conscious, his world narrowing to a pinprick of light amidst the overwhelming darkness.

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"...I just got here... fuck...

Merciless collapsed onto the stone floor, his body convulsing as the last of his strength drained away. The cave seemed to close in around him, the sound of water growing distant, muffled by the overwhelming noise of his own ragged breaths.

As the blood continued to pour from his eyes, he felt himself slipping into unconsciousness, the world around him fading into nothingness. The pain, though intense, began to dull as darkness claimed him, pulling him into its cold embrace.

And then, there was nothing.

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As Merciless succumbed to the darkness, his mind drifted into a chaotic realm of flashing visions, a fragmented dreamscape where time and reality blurred into one another. In this dream, he began to see many different visions of the past.

He observed a tall, graceful, and powerful woman fighting her way through a horde of hideous Dark ones, failure of father race. Her motions were a whirlwind of speed and precision, and her blows were so powerful that the air around her appeared to shatter.

This was younger Æthelthryth, one of the first progenitors of the race known as superhumans with unprecedented might. Her silver hair cascaded behind her as she moved, and her eyes were filled with unwavering purpose. She was more than just a fighter; she was a force of nature.

Æðelflaed, the firstborn and elder sister of Æthelthryth, fought alongside her with equal intensity. Æðelflæd represented power and optimism for their species. Her strikes sounded like thunder, a mere punch could shatter reality as if it was nothing, and her presence was a storm that no one could endure. The two sisters, revered by all, represented the peak of the Origin’s newfound creations.

The Origin, or Father as they called him, had crafted them with care, outperforming even his earlier masterpiece, Eos in terms of potential to become something greater if they too ascend into spawns of course

The scene shifted abruptly, and Merciless saw the sisters standing together, their forms were completely different from what they were before, by the passing of billions of years. They had ascended to Level 5 beings, Æthelthryth of the lineage of the Origin, and Æðelflæd of the lineage of the Conclusion. Both of them at this point were the strongest of their race with Æðelflæd being the clear superior true to her title of the firstborn, their powers unimaginable, their bond unbreakable. Yet, something was amiss.

Eos, once their kind older brother or that is how they view him despite not having actual physical relation in the truest sense, Æthelthryth does but Æðelflæd did not, as such they share the same spawn parent, which resulted in a weird family tree with Eos being Æthelthryth older brother.

And yet again he was being led away to the Refinement Room by their father’s avatar. The look on his face was one of resignation, his eyes filled with a pain that spoke of countless torments endured. No one knew what happened to him in that room, but each time he emerged, he was a little less of the brother they loved, and a little more of something else—something colder, more distant.

Eos, despite his flaws, had always treated his siblings with respect. He was the weakest among them, but Father still called him his greatest creation in certain regards. Not because of his power which was weaker than it became stronger every time he left that room, but because Eos alone possessed something none of the others had—a potential that even the Origin couldn’t fully comprehend.

Most likely due to the circumstances of his birth.

But then, one day, Eos snapped after coming out of that room.

Chaos erupted in the Primix Dimension. The air itself seemed to scream as Eos unleashed his fury. He and Echidna, the Outer Twins as they were called, grew stronger by the minute, their powers a perfect harmony of fire and water, destruction and creation. Eos, once a protector, became a harbinger of death. Superhumans fell by the dozens, their bodies torn apart by his wrath. His rage knew no bounds, and it seemed that nothing could stop him.

The dream shifted again, showing a moment of harrowing clarity.

Echidna, the chosen successor to the Origin, stood before Eos, her eyes filled with sorrow. With a single, decisive strike, she pierced his heart. But Eos did not die. His authority, an unimaginable power, would not allow it. Not even Father could kill him now. His immortality had reached an insane level after attaining Level 6.

But Echidna was not finished. Using her Isolation Authority, she began to isolate Eos’s magical nature—the very essence that made him so dangerous from himself, so that as long as his soul was present in the very condition by which his magical nature is activated in his case, he would not be able to use them.

Piece by piece, the hundreds of thousands of magical natures within him were sealed away, leaving him a shadow of his former self. Eos, defeated, was cast into the mortal realm by Father and banished from the Primix Dimension forever. He crashed down onto a random lesser world in the Realm of Realization, weakened and unable to use the powers he once relied on more than his authorities.

Merciless’ vision suddenly shifted to show Eos, who was alone and desperate. In his debilitated position, he sought to establish a new race that would share his pain and loneliness.

He separated his soul, but Echidna’s authority was powerful—anything related to his soul was attracted back to him, increasing the isolation she had imposed. To get around this, Eos constructed a being without a soul, a vessel that could contain his power without returning it to him as isolation would have it. This entity, his firstborn daughter, was created in his likeness, but as a female.

Not as a being to love, but as a tool to be used, the means by which he did this was unknown though, as this being was special compared to all that came before it.

He named her Lilith, though she rejected that name and gave it to someone else, taking the name Michelle instead to represent her freedom. She was supposed to be a temporary vessel, a means to an end. But the power Eos gave her—his Desire for Magical Nature—was too potent.

It made her independent, a being of her own will, separate from him. Eos saw her as a failure, for she had not fulfilled her purpose. As such he abandoned her, leaving her to find her own way, much as he had been left to do as a child.

Merciless’ vision blurred again, this time focused on another figure: Randolph, the second of Eos’s creation, and final primigenial progenitor. Eos, desperate for an ally, bestowed onto this man a part of his own power, by giving him one of his many sealed-away magical natures; the Essence of All Madness Magical Nature.

Randolph would eventually become the seventh and final primigenial clan progenitor even though he was the 2nd to be born his clan was the last to be established among the Primegenials, the Psychomesian vampires, a twisted lineage born of Eos’ madness.

The scene shifted once more, returning to Æthelthryth. She sat alone in a dimly lit chamber, writing in her journal with ink made from her own blood. Her greatest regret filled the pages before her—her inability to stop Eos from destroying their people. She wrote of her sister’s madness, driven by the pain Eos had caused, and the endless sorrow that now defined her existence.

"I understood his pain."

She wrote.

"But the pain he caused us, the pain he caused my sister, I will never forgive him for. If I had a second chance at life, I would have killed him when the wound was fresh. But that kind man, once my master and teacher, is now nothing but a memory. A memory I wish I could forget."

As Merciless’s consciousness began to fade, the vision grew more and more fragmented. The images became disjointed, and the voices garbled, leaving more questions than answers. But one thing remained clear—the story of Eos, of Æthelthryth, and of the countless lives torn apart by their struggles, was far from over.

And then, there was silence.

And soon, he too began to awake from his slumber.

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Merciless lay still on the cold ground, he let out a slight groan as his eyes slowly began to open. And his mind turned over the strange events that had unfolded since his awakening.

The visions, the toxic air that now felt vital, the bizarre sense of connection to this hostile environment—it all gnawed at him, begging for explanation.

But explanations were for the weak, for those who needed to understand their world to find comfort in it. Merciless didn’t need comfort. Although he wanted answers as to what happened, he knew it was pointless to ask, as such he wasn’t going to pay it any mind.

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"Eos above, you would think that getting some sleep in would ease your head, but man it’s quite the opposite."

Merciless said, his head slightly hurting, but the pain sub-side.

But he also sensed something different: this air suddenly seemed pleasant rather than suffocating, if not downright soothing, because, for a vampire, breathing was a choice, a habit he had developed due to his previous humanity. But with breathing, the air was so refreshing, even more so than Hellmora. He knew it was toxic, and extremely so, but it was so wonderful to him for some reason.

But nevertheless, as beg began to get up, and looked around, as he rubbed his eyes, and and questioned.

"How long have I been out for."

And the moment he asked that, a notification the same as the one in the mansion dimension popped up in front of his eyes

[Congratulations! Achievement Unlocked: ’Love by Corruption.’ You have earned a 20% discount on all purchases from Djinns. Reason: Out of hundreds unconscious, you are the first to awaken, setting a world record in the House. Awakening completed in 18 days.]

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