18 First Weapon, a Memory to Never Forget
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If Merciless had to judge, the enormous room covered by the light of normalcy that was the Scarlet Glare was at least 196 ft*196 ft in terms of overall size.
However, the room was not divided into pieces—on the contrary! It was, in fact, just one large storage room constructed to look like a museum hall. And looking around, you could see a lot of interesting weapons, like, for one, a massive spherical black club with red spikes all over, with the handle being gold. Currently, it is housed on a pedestal with a thin sheet of glass protecting it in one section. Merciless couldn't read the description because it was written in vampiric language.
Merciless' gaze was immediately drawn to the gigantic club that appeared to be as large as Olga herself, certainly a weapon for a giant. Naturally, she began to describe what this weapon was as she began to speak.
According to legend, Yulti was so arrogant that not even the god Thor could raise the club. Who was claimed to be so powerful that he once shook a small portion of the realm of ideas against his fight with a low-class "AXXISS NARTA".
Olga declared, leaving Merciless perplexed as he began to react.
"Comrade... Please, English... What is an AXXISS NARTA?" And, once again, I'm kind of lost about this whole realm of idea crap... So, my fellow Michellian in Eos, help teach this junior a thing or two about the cosmology of our universe because, as far as I am concerned, the observable universe is all my human brain truly knew existed before now."
Merciless explained as his hands were folded and his eyes showed a level of perplexity inside them. Olga sighed to herself when she said this.
'*Sigh!*..., "You know, comrade, you're lucky I like you, or I wouldn't bother explaining all of this to you in the first place." So, to explain the cosmology of our entire universe, let's disregard all the gods and progenitors, as they are insignificant in the larger scheme of things. Because there are far scarier things than even the Gods.'
"Ok, disregard all those divine wastes, and the other vampires... noted."
"Great comrade, to begin, all you need to know is that our cosmology or our existing universe is fucking huge, like so goddam huge that I can't explain it in one night." It will take me weeks, if not months, to explain all the crazy fucking realms, metaphysical planes, and other crazy mystical arcane shit out there that I currently know of. Hear what I said? I currently know of, meaning that unless you are a scholar like Quincy or an alchemist like Murphy, you will not be able to know all the realms to heart. I only know of a few that stretch far and beyond infinite hierarchies of power. As a result, I'll only discuss what's actually important, okay?"
Merciless bowed his head in understanding as Olga firmly explained.
"Good, now what I'm about to say is basically what's inside the likes of our local macrocosm... so the local macrocosm is essentially like a giant bubble that surrounds our universe as we know it in a wall of absolute unchallengeable unreachability to another universe with its own cosmology." Everything in our universe is contained within our macrocosm. So, do you grasp that easy explanation, or do I need to repeat myself, which I hope not, or can we proceed?"
"Of course, Olga, I understand, so you can go on; after all, I understand the first part, which basically tells me that everything in our universe exists within the local macrocosm... This also implies that there is another universe beyond our own that does not follow our cosmology because it has its own interchangeable mechanics and rules. Okay, I'm fascinated, so you can continue."
"Good comrade, you're a quick learner. It appeals to me. Now, envision our local macrocosm as a pizza that hasn't yet been cut. After that, I want you to visualize cutting the pizza into sixteen pieces. Good, now we have sixteen realms in our macrocosm... and despite this modest number, each realm exists on a different plane of existence within our local macrocosm."
"Now, some of these realms have an infinite hierarchy of power that makes them unreachable by normal means." However, I will not explain all of those realms; I will only discuss the ones that I believe are important and less complex. As a result, the first will be the largest physical realm, which is the realm of realization, which is currently where we are."
"The second realm I'll discuss is a metaphysical realm known as the Divider realm, which contains all that is positive and negative, good and bad, and is empowered by the realm of ideals, It is the penultimate domain before the threshold and is also known as the Sea of Ideology. This is the second-highest realm before the threshold, which is the construct that encompasses all life within our single existing omniverse, which contains an unlimited number of omniverses within the realm of realization where we reside. But here's the stunning part: this seed is merely one among an endless number of seeds that comprise a single superconstruct known as the fruit of life."
"But it doesn't stop there. This fruit, once again, is simply a little, inconsequential portion of a much larger construct known as the Omega construct, which many alchemists refer to as the Tree of Knowledge, where an unlimited number of fruits grow on its branches, encompassing all existence as we know it. However, these fruits are so powerful that to rise above just one of them is to rise above all that exists within that fruit of life; as such, to rise above that fruit makes you the highest existence relative to all within our overarching universe; to put it another way, anyone above the fruit will be outside all sense of logic that is contained within a single fruit."
"But enough of this. Just explaining the cosmology of our universe is like a complicated pizza order with toppings that represent constructs and reality as we know it is doing nothing but hurting my head, damn to think I will be teaching the same thing Lord Quincy and Murphy explained to me all those years ago." I'm wondering how those old geezers can go so far with their research; it's killing my undead brain cells just thinking about how complex our cosmology is. And all this headache for the sake of learning the fundamentals of alchemy, which I seldom ever utilize, talks about an unjust trade-off."
Olga stated, holding her head, as she continued to explain how everything she said connected as one, making everything much more understandable to Merciless.
"First and foremost, we are in the realm of realization; it is the realm at the bottom of all sixteen hierarchies that exist." Despite this, the domain of realization may be the thing that gradually matures our cosmology to what it is now. Yes, it is the lowest plane of existence, yet despite this, it is responsible for the genesis of all other realms, including the sea of ideology."
"The realm of realization gave birth to all things throughout time, including the past, present, and future." It is a real place where everything can be realized in time; It is proof of our creation, the imprint of everything, the makers of makers. Before there were worlds, before there was anything, there was only chaos, and chaos gave birth to everything else that exists now. The oxygen you breathe, the space surrounding us, the ground you walk on, the universe you and I exist in, and your thoughts are all parts of chaos that is given form, name, meaning, and purpose."
"As a result of life becoming a thing across an infinite number of parallel and alternate universes, linear and non-linear to ours, the realm of realization is a realm infinite in size and surpasses all aspects of idea only, yet it is governed by dimensionality from one to infinite number, never truly exceeding the realm above it, which surpasses dimensionality in its entirety."
"Going above the realm of realization, which is home to an infinite number of omniverses with their own laws,rules, and mathematical orders, will take you to the realm of dreams, which is a realm that houses beings and places that exist outside of time and space and can control all concepts, never being above them but more of a representation of them." But I'm not going to go into that territory, as it's not important."
"Essentially, chaos formed in the realm of realization... humans, no!" The collective unconsciousness of existence as we know it in this lower realm accumulates all ideas, regardless of the truth or impossibility behind them, and floods the entire domain we currently encompass with unreconcilable ideas. However, in this case, the realm of realization is fundamentally linked to the sea of ideology; it is claimed that the realm of realization is at the bottom of the sea of ideology. So whatever life at the bottom thinks, imagines, or collectively believes will eventually become part of the sea of ideology that transcends all other realms except the narrative seed, and other construct of existence that is beyond that."
"Our cosmology literally began at the bottom before blossoming into the fruit of life and becoming a part of the Tree of Knowledge." However, life gave rise to a sea of ideology, which in turn gave birth to the supernatural and impossibilities that are the Gods, as well as other strange phenomena in this universe that do not make sense and cannot be explained. Realization... is.... the... source... of... everything. As a result, life gives name, form, meaning, and purpose to the unknown, to the good and the bad... in a sense, humans are literally the makers of their own beliefs."
"Last but not least, the Divider realm exists everywhere but nowhere apart from the sea of ideology, just as it exists apart from the realm of realization, and dream." It is the domain that separates good and negative concepts. A pataphysical world that exists beneath the sea of ideology that fills the macrocosm as we know it. In some ways, the Divider realm is like a filter that separates the good from the bad and sets them in separate areas of imaginary bubbles known as Platospheres; of course, there are an infinite number of good and bad places. However, each religion has an idea of its gods and mythology as a whole; this is simply one aspect of good and evil that exists within these Platospheres, which are part of the Divider realm, which is also a small notion of infinity that is beneath the surface of the sea of ideology."
"However, what makes these Platospheres so dangerous is that they are the homes of these higher beings of good and evil." And because they are not confined by cosmology, they can arise anywhere inside the macrocosm, from the realm of realization to the sea of ideology. Of course, what appears from the Platosphere does not transcend higher realms, but it's almost as if a higher plane of existence challenges the Platosphere's beings to discover what lies beyond them. In the end, only a handful were able to reach the sea of ideology, and Thor was one of those few gods who had reached that realm, where he faced a creature from the sea, a creature that would one day be known as an AXXISS NARTA."
"An AXXISS NARTA is a higher being of that plane of existence; they are creatures given form by ideas within the sea of ideology; although they are dumb and empty, even as such, they don't really react to anything other than instinct, and when something of a lower realm enters the sea of ideology, they are devoured by the AXXISS NARTA."
"However, if you can kill an AXXISS NARTA, you can take the power that lies in their ideas; as such, Thor killed the AXXISS NARTA that represents the idea of thunder, and as such, he was revered as Thor the Thunder God in all pantheons, even if other thunder gods exist." Of course, Zeus didn't like the notion and went to battle with the Norse pantheon, killing Thor. As a result, he became the genuine personification of the concept of thunder, but overall, it is basically the cosmology of our universe in the most basic phrase, comrade."
"So, what do you think?"
Olga inquired of Merciless as she stared at him, wondering if he understood all that brain-crushing knowledge, and Merciless, to her surprise, nodded his head and stated as such.
"You are an excellent teacher, Olga." I understand everything, but it simply goes to demonstrate how much training I need to do to slay a god. Now I feel like you uttered that final part of Zeus to dissuade me from murdering him and receiving my just-deserved recompense. It makes no difference; if Thor can kill an AXXISS NARTA, so can I, and if Zeus can kill Thor, so can I. I'm going to slay those gods or die trying, regardless of the consequences."
"Hehehe... whatever motivates you, comrade; although I doubt you can wield that club." It's powerful, yet it requires the same arrogance as Yulti. And if Thor couldn't lift it, what makes you think you can?"
"... You're right, I don't think I could lift that club even if I wanted to, and even if I could, I can't see myself carrying that large weapon with me everywhere I go." Tell me if there's anything more I can use, and which one you think would be best for me."
Merciless pleaded with Olga for a suggestion, to which she responded in kind and said.
"Hmmm.... do you have any kind of prior fighting experience in the past, such as any martial arts, kendo practice, maybe even a simple self-defense session, or anything at all?"
Merciless' response, on the other hand, was assailed.
"Unfortunately, no! I've never taken a fighting class or joined a club or self-defense group. And the closest thing I can recall is me venting my rage on an old punching bag that once belonged to my father. Apart from that, I'm hopeless when it comes to fighting. To be honest, my first real fight was when I was fighting against Finn."
"... That's tough, but here's what I think is the greatest weapon for a guy like you: something light and flexible that can adjust to close range, medium range, and long range. And utilizing it won't take much practice either, perhaps something like a whip."
Olga informed Merciless as she began to reflect on her previous experiences with fighting throughout her life. After all, she was young at the time and couldn't truly face enemies properly due to her lack of expertise in fighting; to be honest, it probably took her 10 years to really get used to it. As such, she herself once used a whip to fight. You see, when you get close to enemies, especially if you don't have much fighting experience, it's natural to start flinging your hands all over the place due to lack of experience, but with the whip, even your most shitty hits can be as effective as taking a hit from someone with a belt.
When Merciless heard this, he began to think about it. On that note, Olga stepped in, plainly speaking from experience, knocking him out of his thoughts.
"Think about it, young master Merciless; a whip is light and extremely flexible to use and maneuver during combat." When you move, it follows you as if it were a part of your body. And the whip can be used on three levels of range, with the medium range having the greatest effect."
"We can't rule out the fact that you have no fighting experience, so the less distance you can have between yourself and your enemies, the better." What do you think, comrade? If you like, I can propose some extremely fine whips."
Merciless simply nodded his head, convinced by Olga's proposal; as such, he responded to her.
"Well, you're older than me and have more experience than me, so I'll take your advice and fight with a whip as a beginner's main weapon." On that subject, what fantastic whips do you have in the elderblood family toy box?"
"Im glad you trust me on this comrade, you wont regret it I promise; I know what I am talking about, so when I talk you listen, of course if you want."
"Well, you are older than me so I can't complain much now can I? Heheheehe!!"
Olga smirked and chuckled slightly to herself in response to his response to her, and replied to Merciless with?
"Truly so, comrade heeh." Now, follow me and I'll show you some of our greatest whips from the toy box?"
With those remarks, Olga folded her hand and began to walk ahead of Merciless, who followed her. The two stroll in silence for about a minute or two until they both arrive at a large shelf containing a variety of whips in glass cases. Each with its own name and description engraved on the small wood frame with a gold template attached to it.
From there, Olga used gravity defiance to float just like Merciless did the first time around, but Merciless couldn't ascend with her owing to the effects of the Scarlet Glare, so she drifted from side to side saying things like.
"Hmmm, not that one, not that one either... agh, where did I last see that thing, I'm pretty sure it was up here." Mhhh... egu... oh yeah... yep, I remember where it is now, yeah it should be over here."
Olga declared as she flew a little higher and floated a little to the right, looking at the whip in the glass container as the dull light installed within the container shelf shone on it. After using her blood to open the little container door and grab the whip from within, Olga floats back down to Merciless and hands him a fairly unusual-looking whip while stating.
"This whip is pretty unique; it's known as the "Neverlanders Whip." In comparison to all other whips here, without a question, this whip is the greatest of the best we have, as it serves several purposes. Because of the material, it's a whip created from the combined hair strands of a hundred Elder Shagoths. This whip is a formidable mystic grade magic type weapon, as a Shagot is a witch who falls out of favor and betrays the God they formerly served. As a result, they steal a piece of that God's power and make a contract with a demonic entity to bind the divine's power to themselves by contaminating it substantially with demonic energy, so that the divine entity cannot take it back."
"An elder Shagot is far more powerful than a witch, even a witch with the title of Thrones, which means a witch who has lived for 1,000 years can't compare to the likes of an Elder Shagot." However, an Elder Shagot falls short in comparison to an Ancient witch. Which is a witch who has lived for 10,000 years, and as such, their magic is at the level of where they are a reflection of their sponsor God's power, making them a literal incarnation of the very God they serve."
"As such, while this whip is magical, it is of the demonic archetype, making it a high-level demonic weapon." So, what can this whip do? For starters, it can connect to the master hand like a parasite and fuse with your hand, revealing a mark. This whip can also attack, reflect, and destroy demonic magic, as well as coordinate typical divine magical nature. But the most notable characteristic of this whip is its need for blood; you see, the more people and monsters you murder with it, the more this whip will evolve, absorbing the dying power in order to augment its ownself with the properties of the dead."
Olga announced as she handed the Neverlanders whip to Merciless, who took it and began to examine it. And he was blown away with the design. The whip was indeed fashioned entirely of magical hair. Given that the entire whip handle, including the knot, was skillfully woven with darkish grey and silky witch hair. The dark grey color from the thong to the popper gave the whip a distinct appearance. And as soon as Merciless gripped the whip tightly, he felt something wrap around his hand. Of course, this whip was more like a living creature that appeared to have its own mind as it tightly bound itself around Merciless's left hand without his permission as if pleased with its host.
And Olga was impressed when she said this, knowing that this whip also curses those it doesn't like. But, once again, she is merely giving the whip permission to exercise its power freely, and if it didn't like Merciless, she would render the whip's power useless and provide Merciless another whip. But it appears that it will not be a problem, as the whip began to wrap and tie itself around Merciless's hand under his sleeve until it totally vanished. Merciless began to make a frown as he felt an impending ache in his left hand after it bound with him.
"Aghhh...ouch... ouch that kinds of stings, yikessaaaa... what the hell is this thing doing to my hand... wait... wait... why is it traveling up my AGHWAAA.... ok this is a little bit too mwUUAAACH!?"
Merciless declared as he knelt on his knees, gripping his left arm, his countenance filled with anxiety, discomfort, and misery. On the other side, Olga saw Merciless in a different light since something unexpected happened at this moment, instead of feeling the mark's demonic aura, which was meant to be emitting from the mark. Olga was astounded to watch the Netherlands whip rapidly get into a full-fledged symbiotic relationship with the entirety of Merciless' left arm and heart, as a strong, potent, and foul demonic energy could be felt emanating from his heart, almost as if the heart were the parasite's nest.
As a result, Olga snapped her finger, forcing the entirety of Merciless' top layer of his tuxedo to vanish; she couldn't see it, of course, but she could now touch it directly to determine how far this object was merged with Merciless. And Olga was taken aback by what had occurred. The Netherlands whip essentially fused with Merciless' entire veins, arteries, tissue, bones, and even heart, but something else happened, and Merciless began to emerge as he gazed at himself and muttered.
"What? My powers have returned... What is this?" No, I feel much stronger—much, much stronger—and my arm. No! Power is pouring through my chest and heart, and I can feel it in every part of my body.... Wait, what are these voices?"
Merciless said to himself, holding his head, as he could hear many different people's whispers in his head, all women murmuring dull-pitched words of delight in his mind, even caressing his spirit.
[We love this body... so much potential... so much space... unrestricted... boundless even... we likey... what a corrupted mentality... this Ichor is truly amazing... an excellent vessel to contain us, together we can do so much... yes... so,so,so muccchhhhh...]
[Bones that change, blood that hardens, and cells that identify and adapt and evolve, a similarity to the demonic nature... a morale-free host that can feed us, love us... pleasure us... give us treasures... victory... and chaos, yes-yes... it can be all ours... use us.... taint your body in desires... ohhh, so this is the royal heir of progenitor... the Ichormancy of desire is the very mantle of this vessel... hehe haha... we want it, we want to be you, take our power... abuse it to your will. ]
[Let me see my babies... my name is Sia.... no, it's Katty... Lorrain.... don't listen to her, my name is Deliah.... take me... leave him alone, you icy whispers full of hate and envy, thy name is Aerith... silence-silence-SILENCE!! My name is Zibbronna, and I am the oldest... no, you are not the oldest; I am Patrice of the Parrigoth Woods... why am I here? I don't deserve to die... we want your body... your affections.... please us... love us... please kill us... liberate us.... destroy us... FEED USSS... in agony.... the voices won't stop... they never stop... it's dark and scary I don't like this place...]
The voices were everywhere; every single one was like a network of pleasure and misery, co-aligning with one another. Everyone of these voices had a desire. This pure demonic energy was like an unsightly knot that had woven itself into my own existence on both a biological and mental level.
Merciless can hear and understand all of their voices, but Strangley can sense all of their desires. He had no idea what this was. No! He did, but calling these voices separate, unique entities would be incorrect. These voices are broken souls that have fused together into a strange network of chaos. A Hive mind of hundreds of dead shaggoth that have taken up residence in his left hand and heart. And Merciless could feel it; this hand was no longer his, but for the price of using his heart as a vessel, the power was forever his, and the many demonic properties within him were slowly melting together as a new entity that would soon inhabit him as well, and a new power, a new weapon, a biological and equally esoteric nightmare would be born, weak at first but growing alongside him nonetheless. Yes, the birth of a new demon was under way; however, it requires a lot more food, a lot more chaos... and a lot more desire to truly give it form.
Merciless had become a part of the hive of pleasure and agony at this point; the Shaggoths, or what was left of them, were like maddening voices that he would hear continually, and yet for some reason all the dissonance of pain and desire fed him, giving him energy that was difficult to understand. This never-ending cycle of insanity felt like millions of centipedes crawling all over him, both inside and out. And yet it was weirdly warm; rather, he felt encompassed in a dark but equally cozy comfort.
It was a difficult memory to forget, a difficult memory to let go of. But either way, Merciless didn't need to worry; he already knew this new collective was his to command. However, in order to give it power, it requires a great deal of blood and flesh.
And if you were to glance at Merciless right now, you'd notice a massive full-sleeve tattoo applied to his entire upper left chest, down to his fingertips. The tattoo was a dark crimson, but it was made up of a massive hive of insects that looked like centipedes, scorpions, and spiders of all sizes and shapes.
But one thing was certain: the mark made him appear diabolical and terrifying. At this point, both of his nails had turned into sharp black claws, and blood had begun to emerge strangely from his claws. The marking has improved his ability to manage the blood in his body in even more ways. And when the tiny blood he summoned crystallized, it morphed into a rat, then a crown, then a roach, and ultimately a bloody rose.
From there, he took her in both hands and placed the crystalized rose, which was a bloody rose hairpin from his blood, into Olga's hair, as he said.
"A bloody hairpin that fits the beautiful lady... wouldn't you agree?"
Question Merciless, who was feeling particularly refreshed at the time, while Ogla chuckled softly to herself and inquired.
"Now I am the one that is confused, comrade. Care to explain what happened?"
"To put it simply, these Shagoths had a small bit of their soul imprisoned in their hair strands. And it grew into a tangle of hate and need. Because the weapon is parasitic, my ichor appears to analyze the hair quickly. Because this whip was a parasite, to begin with, my arm at this point is more of a demonic cauldron housing and melting all of the fragmented souls of the Shagoths into one being, in short, my arm is quite literally alive right now. Lets just say I am 82% vampire, and 12% well something else, this arm is not vampiric at all, well not in the natrual sense that is it feels upgraded even. I feel like I could expose it to sunlight and nothing would happen... and yet, despite this, my pure vampiric blood is unaffected, almost as if it were a live prosthetic."
Merciless observed his left arm in awe, not that he was complaining in any case. However, Olga began to comment as he looked at it.
"So what can you even do with it?"
Merciless could feel the hive whispering to him as he got his answer and answered Olga as he said.
"Well, I can still use the whip whenever I want now." But this is something new I can do as well."
Merciless then proceeded to morph his arm as if by instinct, and it turned full red and coated in a thick black exoskeleton reminiscent of a centipede's outer shell, his claws sharpening as a result as well.
"This increased my strength in this arm threefold, which means my left hand now packs a harder punch than my right." And the exoskeleton is quite tough but I can do this as well which I think is a bonus."
As a result, Merciless' left arm began to morph into a gigantic eldritch shield with the same exoskeleton. The preceding whip was in his right hand now as well. And once Olga noticed this, she expressed her interest.
"That is an intriguing power you have there, comrade; not only can you now protect yourself via the defense of that shield, but you can also fight back." Is there anything else it's capable of?"
"Aside from the fact that this arm of mine can do everything the whip could originally do," But there is one power that intrigues me: the curse of nightmares that this whip possesses, allowing me to transform my hands into an army of 2,000 scorpions, 1500 black spiders, or even 500 centipedes. All of my arachnids and insects can inject my blood into a target, and I can see through their eyes as well, which are as good as mine. The interesting thing is that anyone who has my blood on them is cursed with nightmares. Originally, you'd have nightmares, but now I can physically enter your dreams and play with you anyway I like after you're asleep."
Merciless said as he transformed his arm back to normal, although currently speaking he had an overjoyed expression on his face.
