Vampire: World of Blood-Chapter 147: Your The Golden Child

Merciless halted at Carmilla’s comments, his normally impenetrable visage cracking slightly. As her announcement began to sink in, he sank into a profound, unnerving stillness. Michelle, who is currently taking on a male form, was no ordinary progenitor it would seem.

Michelle, or possibly "she" at this point, was the first vampire to walk the cursed plains of Planet Hellmora, both a true progenitor and queen of their race.

On the other hand, Carmilla watches on to her new master, as she begins to speak up.

She asked, her voice clearly laced with worry.

As she began to ask.

"Why does this information shock you, Merciless?"

Her voice, soft and smooth, echoed directly into his mind.

Given that their entire conversation from start to now was telepathic; the reason for this being that Carmila is basically supernatural Artificial Intelligence born from the fragmented mind of someone else. So most of her current powers are mind-base all things considered.

Merciless shifted slightly, his gaze was a little distant, but he scratched his head, in surprise, as he began to chuckle.

"Hehehe... well I’m just a little taken back by the news is all."

"Why so though?!"

She asked once more, but what Merciless said next shocked her.

"Because...

He finally spoke, his voice low and deliberate.

"I didn’t expect this. Michelle... you see she... well currently he isn’t just anyone to me... She is my sire."

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Carmilla’s floating form tilted slightly, indicating surprise.

A confused smile on her face as she chuckled, as she said as such.

"Hehehe... nice joke boss; you almost fool me there for a second."

When Merciless heard her reaction to his statement about Michelle being his sire, she was visibly concerned, and confused, and, most importantly, her mind stopped working properly since she couldn’t accept a reality where that was true, so she dismissed it as her boss messing with her.

But Merciless went on the defense of this, as he said, his voice laced with slight anger and annoyance.

"Oi, what the hell are you laughing for, do you take this as a joke or something, because I don’t find it funny; I am the son of Michelle, the rightful heir of the Michellian clan; my true name is Merciless Minerva Elderblood II, previously known as Mercy Minerva Morgan before Michelle bless me with the embrace."

Naturally, Carmilla replied as such.

"You have to understand boss that is kind of hard to believe."

Merciless sighed, his memories stirring as he spoke.

"I was once human ok...

He began.

"It feels like an eternity ago, but it’s been just a little over a month. Back then, I lived a miserable life in a poverty-stricken house. Nothing more than a broken man in a broken world. One day, I got caught in a twisted game orchestrated by vampires. I didn’t even know what they were at the time. It was a game that cost me my life."

His hand unconsciously went to his stomach, tracing an invisible wound.

"I lay dying in my kitchen, impaled by a broken table leg, bleeding out on the floor. As I drifted toward death, Michelle appeared. Back then, she—he, still in her male form—offered me a choice. A second life, one drenched in blood but full of power; or he would stay with me till my soul departed from my body. I accepted the former of course. And that was the night I was sired, brought into the vampire world."

Carmilla hovered closer, intrigued.

Nevertheless still finds it hard to belive; given she knows a lot about Michelle and the other progenitors as well, because of the 1st Keziah journals that she left behind.

Nevertheless, she began to ponder that maybe this was the truth, however, she was still not fully convinced.

But asked nonetheless.

"So you are a Michellian... the sole heir to Michelle’s lineage."

Merciless nodded.

"Yes. I am not just any vampire. I am the prince and heir of the Michellian clan, the son of the Seventh Progenitor."

Carmilla seemed taken aback, though her featureless form made it impossible to truly gauge her emotions.

"I... I must admit, I find this hard to believe. I need proof."

She floated closer, her form rippling with anticipation.

"If you truly are who you say you are, I should be able to detect it in your blood. The Michellian bloodline is potent and distinct. I’ve encountered many Michellians in my time, hmm well the original has, that information is just downloaded in my memory; but it is truth nonetheless, and both noble and peasant alike. I’ll know if you speak the truth."

Carmilla Said as she added.

"That’s why do me a favor and draw blood from a fresh wound, I will analyze your blood sample, and compare it to the others in the database; specifically Keziah who is the only member with traces of primordial blood, and Beatrice who has the most potent form of Michellian blood currently in the House."

To which Merciless responded as such.

"You can do shit like that too, how interesting; very well then."

With these orders given to him.

Merciless smirked faintly.

As he began raising his right hand. His finger extended, and with a simple bite, he drew blood from his right index finger. The liquid, black as the void, dripped slowly from his finger.

And when Carmilla saw this; she questioned.

"I meant to ask for a while now, but why is your blood black."

When Carmilla asked this, Merciless knowing the real reason, gave her a half-assed answer, as he said as such.

"My blood is black because of my power, so don’t worry too much about it."

He explained.

From there he continued, by saying.

"It has nothing to do with Michelle herself. But you can analyze it for yourself... and you will see im telling you the truth, I don’t need to lie about my lineage, since I find great pride in it."

At this simple information, Carmilla just nodded, and accepted it as such, as she replied back before going on to do her thing.

"Mhm... very well; this won’t take long."

From there Carmilla’s form shimmered, and from within her, small thin, and multiple tendrils of blue light reached out toward the dark blood that pooled on Merciless’ finger. As her energy enveloped the droplet, she scanned it, her consciousness delving deep into its essence. Almost immediately, she recoiled, her body trembling slightly with realization.

"This... this is potent. Primordial essences are present as well."

She said, her voice filled with awe, rather than fear.

But it did not end there as she continued.

"Of all the Michellians I’ve met, none has blood this potent. Not even Beatrice—one of the Overseers. Your blood carries something far beyond anything I’ve ever felt before; it... it’s quite overwhelming, to think you are actually Michelle kilde, but if that is the case then...

Carmilla said her head turning towards Merciless as she commented.

Merciless stood still, waiting. His expression remained calm, though there was a flicker of satisfaction in his eyes.

On the other hand; Carmilla floated backward slightly as the realization fully hit her.

"Wait... you’re the Golden Child?!!"

Merciless blinked, his brows knitting slightly in confusion.

"The Golden Child? What’s that?"

Carmilla’s light dimmed for a moment as if she were trying to gather herself.

But nevertheless; she began to respond as she spoke.

"There is a reason, why I didn’t believe you; not many people know this, hell only some scion progenitors and the overseers, naturally me as well."

"Has it ever occurred to you why despite Michelle’s vast age, he has never truly sired a direct heir, but rather started the clan by making them Dampas, who eventually began starting the clan after evolving into vampires."

Carmilla asked, to which Merciless replied.

"No not really, although I do have my suspicions as to why, but it doesn’t make sense if you think about it."

Carmilla at this point, couldn’t believe what she was hearing; no! What she was seeing, because Merciless really has no idea what the hell he is.

"Hehehe... this blasphemy, lord 7th hasn’t explained anything to you has he?"

Naturally Merciless shook his head, as he responded as such.

"Nope; to be honest, father isn’t a serious person; he’s wacky, terrifying, and a lot of fun to hang around with. He doesn’t care about odd titles like progenitor or whatever this golden child stuff you’re telling me about.

Merciless replied in a calm manner, this just made Carmilla even more perplexed as she responded.

Carmilla’s excitement was palpable, her holographic form flickering more vibrantly.

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"Boss... no, Your Royal Highness of the Elderblood line!"

She exclaimed, almost trembling with awe.

"You have to understand that Michelle is the most exceptional vampire out there! And not simply because she was first. It’s because Eos’ blood flows through her veins—well, now his veins—more than through any of his own children."

Carmilla explains, her excitement quite prominent at this point; as she continued.

"Michelle is essentially a different version of Eos, his first spawnling. Even though Eos produced other vampires using the concept of vampirism, it does not entirely apply to you."

She paused, her form swirling with energy as her words picked up speed.

"Ohhh how happy would the first Keziah be to know you exist."

"Hehehe.... this great, just perfect even."

"Eos cannot control Michelle in the same way he controls the others. His vampirism is an entirely distinct strain from Eos one as a result of being a different expression. It isn’t the same as Eos’ vampirism, and this is where things become interesting. If you’re anything like your father, then you, too, have your own distinct vampirism—an autonomous idea that functions similarly to Eos’!"

Carmilla floated closer, her excitement bubbling over.

"That is why Eos cursed Michelle because he was afraid of her. So he took away her capacity to sire more than one vampire kilde via birth or direct siring, fearing her potential. He sought control but couldn’t have it all, so he gave her the ability to sire only one—a single heir, and that independent strand he took it and fused it back with his."

"According to the first Keziah, she found out Michelle prepared for this, and plotted against Eos, waiting for the right person. It’s the reason why she delayed for so long because along with that fact, she was afraid Eos would do the same to her heir as he had to her if he ever found out he had one beyond his control. It is basically a complex connection between an abusive father and a rebellious daughter.

Carmilla laughs at his, a tinge of manic glee in her tone.

"Could that be why she sent you here? It makes perfect sense! If you were turned into a spawn, Eos would surely try to hunt you down and bring you under his control! But you would need a powerful spawn parent to protect you from him, even if Eos can’t take control of you once you undergo spawnification. Oh, this is incredible! This is absolutely perfect!"

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