Testing Arena

(A/N): To be clear, vampires are essentially evil in this dark world; there is no sugarcoating it. No vampire, no matter how benign some of them are, is truly good. To be honest, while each clan is distinct from the others, they all have one point of view: humans are nothing more than inferior creatures with which they may do whatever they want. This, of course, also applies to inferior races. In this universe, a vampire is not a weak race or a being to be underestimated; as a result, their ego is as big as the sun. Merciless, for example, despite being a vampire for a brief period, is far too apathetic to humanity.

His mentality has evolved into something horrible from the moment he lost his humanity, believing that everyone who is not a noble vampire is beneath him. Humans are food, toys, pets, laboratory rats, meat bags, sacrificial pawns, and amusement to him. Merciless belongs to the chaotic/neutral evil alignment. He doesn't need a motive to kill; he just does it when the mood strikes him. Or he will gaslight you if he finds you useful and will cold-heartedly neglect you if you are no longer valuable to him.

I really want to issue this caution right now. If you are sensitive to dark stories with unsettling themes such as torture, r*pe, goth culture and aesthetics, murder, abusive behaviors, drug addiction, gore, and a lot of violence, please go; this narrative is not for the faint of heart. Merciless is not your typical main character who saves the day; rather, he is the sort that is unconcerned about the well-being of anyone outside of his little group of clan members and loyal servants. There is no honor for him; his clan is of a warrior heritage, but what it means to be a fighter for a Michellian is simply to be victorious. So, if you came here expecting to read a typical, wholesome rom-com vampire romance, you've come to the wrong place.

Here, we will see violence at its best. Merciless is not the type that makes stupid decisions; mercy is not in his vocabulary. He is the type who will use his brain and enjoy the pleasures that come along the way. He does not forgive, nor does he forget; romance in this is dark romance. PLEASE REFER TO THE BOTTOM TAGS; IF NOT TO YOUR LIKING, PLEASE LEAVE. I WILL HAVE TO GET OUT OF MY COMFORT ZONE IN ORDER TO MAKE THIS STORY AS DARK AS POSSIBLE..... YOU HAVE BEEN ADVISED!!!

#Gore #Torture #Dark #Yuri #R*PE #Harem #Evil Main Character #Netori not Netorare #Mind Break #Tradgedy #Psychological #Lovecraftian #Horror #Yandere #Sadistic/Dominant Main Character #BDSM #R-18 #Politcs #Slave #Action #Supernatural #Magic #Occult #Rich Main Character #S*lf Harm #S*icide #Dr*g Addiction #Human Experimentation #Mystery #Gods & Demon #Platonism

Now that I've properly warned you about what to expect in this, oh, boy, I believe that's all. I don't want to hear complaints about me not providing you with the right tags. You all came knowing exactly what you were getting yourself into, so please enjoy this Iam-Hastur original, home of dark and gritty tales.

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"This feels incredible... Hehehe."I have the impression that I can do whatever I want right now; that I am above the world... that I am above everyone."

This was a modest response from Merciless, given that Merciless was feeling uplifted at the time. He seemed to improve as a result of the Neverlander's whip bounding with him.

Olga, on the other hand, continued to stare at Merciless with wide eyes and a modest interest hidden under her glare as she questioned herself.

'Agh.... Biopath, ha? This reminds me of that woman. "What was her name again?" Oh! Hmmm. Yeah, that's right, Ella, the Loviatar clan's flesh princess. That deranged sociopath, yes... Ella Virella Augustine Neoprometian of the Loviatar clan wields an Ichor similar to Merciless, one that allows her to manipulate and twist flesh to her liking.'

The Lovitar clan is without a doubt the most dreaded of the seven great royal clans. It is ruled by Loviatar Virella Viketis Neoprometian, the third progenitor, also known as the Lady of Death and the Mother of Plagues. A cruel and deranged woman who, for petty reasons, unleashed countless plagues throughout history, killing humans, vampires, and many other supernatural entities alike.

'Merciless Ichor gave me a nostalgic sense; his Ichor is far too close to the flesh princess. Then and again, Merciless Ichor appears to be more advantageous, as he admits to manipulating body functions in addition to just flesh.'

'But fusing with strange living things is also something that crazy woman also enjoys doing; is this unity any different from what she does? Hmm. Well, let's not get too worked up about it; no, Ichor is the same after all.'

Olga thought to herself, but then she looked at Merciless and said to him:

"Well, I'm delighted you liked it for what it's worth, comrade. Now follow me; I'm sure you want to try out your new weapon.... I'll take you to the testing grounds to see how effective you are with this new upgrade."

"Hmmm... do you also have testing grounds here?" "What do you not lack?"

"... Hehehe... Well, I can confidently state that we have everything we don't need, and with our clan's influence, we probably have every facility you can think of, but enough chit-chat; the testing ground is right behind this door."

Olga immediately began walking towards the door station at the back of the toy box, but unlike the iron door, this door was a massive vault door. Olga had to spin the vault to get it open. Once it was open, both Merciless and Olga found themselves in a control room with many televisions and a large control panel with so many buttons. On the other hand, it was stationed high above the testing grounds behind a glass window, while a large 100-meter battleground in an all-white room was presented below.

However, Merciless was summoned by Olga, who was explaining how this was going to operate at the time.

"Welcome to Sector-17 testing facility. So it works like this: when we obtain new weapons, we test them here. You'll descend into the arena below using the elevator over there, which will take you to a small cell area. On the other hand, you will be pitted against an appropriate prisoner to put your weapon to the test, murder them, or beat them down till you are bored of it. The goal is just to test your new weapon; with that said, proceed to the elevator, which will immediately carry you to the cell."

Merciless, on the other hand, simply nodded his head in agreement as he walked to the elevator. As he reached there, Olga began to descend him to the small white room, and Merciless began to hear Olga's voice playing over the speakers as she said to him from the control room.

"OK Merciless, I will open the cell doors now, please make your way to the center of the testing arena, and I will send in some good playmates you can dance with."

The cell door began to open, allowing Merciless to stroll towards the testing arena, and now that he was down here, he could see how big this testing area was. The only thing that isn't white are the cell doors and the glass window at the top, which makes it hard to see what's going on above. Merciless couldn't see Olga from behind the glass since the glass was made in such a way that you couldn't see anyone from the other side.

As Olga began to talk through the surround speakers again, he could still hear her voice loud and clear throughout the entire testing arena.

"Alright, comrade, first and foremost, I'm going to put you up against something easy; don't worry about dirtying the arena; we've got servants to clean up the mess for us." After all, they're not getting paid to do nothing, so let's get started."

With that stated, Merciless began to hear something coming, as if a gigantic mechanical mechanism had been engaged, and that's when Merciless noticed the floor in the large prison cell on the other side was sinking downwards as if it were a giant elevator heading down to a large pit below. It took around two minutes for it to restart and come back up. But when it did, Merciless was stunned to realize that something else had come up with it. Yes, there was a small green man inside the cell with long tangled brown hair on his head, pointy ears, green skin, and sharp claws. It was followed by a sharp snout with multiple warts and a strange bright orange eye as if the thing beneath him was a feral humanoid creature. The humanoid creature also donned prison garb, as seen by his black and white long pants and shirt, as well as a prison hat on his head. While the monster shirt's number was #5,453.

However, the monster appeared feral at first glance, but that wildness vanished the instant it spotted Merciless, as it began to scream and collapse to the ground in sick dread. It was sweating profusely as if it saw a monster in front of its eyes. On that note, Olga continued to speak to the creature, revealing to Merciless that, despite its appearance, this creature was incredibly intelligent.

"#5,453, this isn't your typical testing ward where you compete against other test subjects of your kind. therefore far, you've proven to be the best of the goblin warrior inmates, therefore we've given you the honor of taking on our clan's respected young master. Please proceed to the center as usual; failing to do so will result in immediate termination."

When the goblin heard Olga say those words, it complied, despite the fact that it began to shake as it walked toward Merciless, and when it reached far enough the door closed behind him, and the cuffs on its hand fell to the ground. And beside the goblin, the floor beneath opens up, revealing a variety of weapons to choose from, including two blunt weapons. A mace, a club, and four various blades, including two duel daggers, a machete, a short sword, and a katana. The goblin, on the other hand, immediately grabbed up the short sword and pointed it at Merciless, despite the fact that the goblin was visibly terrified of the higher entity before it.

Merciless made an amusing grimace at the little thing in front of him as he summoned the weapon he had just gotten. From there the goblin immediately snatched up his sword and jumped toward Merciless with amazing physical strength, which surprised Merciless given that he didn't expect this small creature any bigger than your average toddler to scale several meters in a few seconds. As it jumped high up and flipped in the air. As the goblin took its blade and swooped down on him like a meteorite, ready to stab Merciless from above. Merciless, on the other hand, did not move since the instant it approached him, the goblin went right through him and landed rough on the ground behind him.

Merciless stayed calm at the time since he could sense the blood in the creature's body and knew where it would attack from. Because he was now one with his opponent's blood, he simply used the power of his intangibility to make a piece of his body intangible, and the instant the goblin tried to attack him, he caught him off guard. It passed through him, causing it to land on the ground. On that note, Merciless did not provide another opportunity to make it attack him.

Because the moment the goblin tried to swing at from behind it was met with a brutal front kick to the chest. Merciless hardly using any power at all, but given his strngth as a true vampire and pure blood nonetheless. A light tap from him, was akin to being run over by speeding truck from the perspective of this goblin. Because the moment Merciless foot connect with its chest, all you can heard was the load cracking of bones if not snaping.

The goblin screamed in pain as it flew and crashed to the other side of the room, bouncing and landing on the floor, as it proceeded to roll viciously, its skin scraping on the floor, leaving a trail of red blood, only stopping when it crashed and bounced off the white wall landing face first on the ground below.

Merciless stares at the goblin, impressed by the fact that, after suffering a strike like that, it immediately began to get back up. His short sword was still tightly grasped in its small right hand, not letting the merciful release of unconsciousness claim him. Its left hand, however, appeared to have snapped and twisted in a grotesque manner, and its left eye was swelled due to the fact that it fell quite hard on its face. Blood poured from its mouth as its breathing got stiff, and the sight of hatred in its eyes was palpable.

"GRAGGGGAAAA!!!... AGRGRAAA GRAGAGARRRAA!!"

Merciless couldn't comprehend what this monster was saying, but it was evident that it was angry. But Merciless ignored the insignificant goblin and decided to put his new whip to the test. As a result, the voice in his head or the hive told him he could do something rather interesting with his whip. As a result, blood spurted from his nails like a stinger, and that blood was being eaten by the Nerverlander's whip, turning the greyish-white whip scarlet. The goblin immediately noticed this and began to stare in horror.

Not wanting to find out what Merciless was up to, it began to shift around, either fleeing away from him or attempting to get further away from him. However, as tough as the goblin was, it was evident that the earlier attack from Merciless had severely hurt it, as it was limping and moving slowly, but the drive to live in the face of absolute danger drove it on.

But, in a strange way, every species can feel when they have reached the unavoidable zenith of their life. They knew when they were at death doors, and this injured goblin was no exception; the matchup was simply unfair, a warrior goblin facing up against a vampire, even one with the title of grand duke nonetheless, was simply an unfair match-up. Goblins are neither immortal nor as tough as vampires, who are far higher on the food chain than they can ever be.

Merciless, on the other hand, was giving so much blood to the Neverlander's whip that a crimson light enveloped the enormous chamber, as the blood was being ignited by the whip's powerful demonic power. As a result, the blood and energy began to co-align, resulting in a chain reaction. Which caused the whip to burst into terrifying crimson flames that engulfed the entire thong, and realizing that the whip was now ready, Merciless attacked the injured goblin from afar and sent earth-shattering lash toward it.

The whip bent back as it curled and moved with its wielder, much like whipping someone with a belt. Merciless lashes the goblin with a vertical whiplash, and the minute his strike went forth a vertical slash flew off the whip as a thin string of flaming blood flowed towards the injured goblin at an extremely fast pace, searing the ground beneath where it was floating. The flaming whiplash rushed at the goblin like a projectile whistling as it went along, scorching and whaleing the goblins back. But that wasn't the only thing that happened, since the instant the blood touched the goblin, it erupted as if the drops of blood were sticky time bombs, and the sight of the goblin being engulfed and swallowed whole by a pillar of crimson flame quickly became a reality.

Screams and the explosive sound of fire burning the goblin's flesh and the air around it could soon be heard.

*TSSSSHSSSHHH*... "FWGRAAAA... AGRA..AGRRGRA!!...

While the goblin began to scream in pain, as it could feel its flesh and skin scorching, Merciless ignored its suffering and left it there to burn while he looked at the Neverlanders whip and thought to himself.

"Well, that was entertaining, but in comparison to Baron Finn, this thing is a joke; it posed no threat at all!" Perhaps I am too strong for it to be a threat to me; if I were a human, this beast, despite its size, would have destroyed me.... its speed, strength, and durability are comparable to that of five adult men fuse into one."

"Although this whip is a handy weapon to have, I feel like a strict father beating the crap out of his misbehaving children." I love it; Olga was correct that a whip would fit an amateur like myself, given that I had no prior training in the sword, spear, mace, bow, let alone guns, and other modern day weaponry."

At the same time, Olga began to speak into the speaker again, her voice echoing around the room.

"Well done, comrade; it appears that your new arm has some rather useful offensive features as well." Combining vampiric blood with demonic energy to spark the corrosive effect and detonate upon contact with a target. Just look at the goblin, it's been scorched in raw demonic aura, witches call this aura miasma, and it usually drives anyone who comes into contact with it insane. But you manage to weaponize the miasma; it's just been a half-minute and the gobbling corpse is nearly fully burned to nothing."

Merciless looked at the burning corpse in the corner of the room as a massive crimson fire engulfed it, and virtually all of the goblin's body was burned so badly that the ashes were being broken down to nothing. Soon enough, and quite literally, nothing will remain not even ashes.

'Hmm, would you look at that, the miasma corrosion effect appears to eat away at the goblin's enhanced durability quite quickly, however, Im not satisfied I want to test out the whip and my other abilities as well.'

Merciless thought to himself, and with that thought in mind, he looked at the glass case above, closing his eyes and seeing the outline of Olga from where he stood, along with her heart and other organs, and below him was nothing but darkness, implying that wherever this goblin came from was much deeper than he could imagine. On that note, he began to speak openly, believing Olga could hear him because he could hear her via the speakers.

"Olga, Could you perhaps send me something different to play with, perhaps a stronger opponent this time? I'd also like to practice my other vampiric abilities; do you have anything a little more difficult and tough than a single goblin warrior?"

Asked Merciless, to which Olga began to respond.

"Ohh... you want to face something a little bit stronger, ha?" We have quite a few monsters imprisoned within the labyrinth below, so don't worry. The night is still young, so go ahead and have fun! Let's see what we have here... hmmm... Oh, how about five goblins instead of just one this time around?"

With that, the floor of the cell began to fall again, and a few minutes later, just as Olga had promised. A swarm of goblins appeared before Merciless, bound by tight iron cuffs and dressed in a prisoner uniform with numbers scribbled on it.

These goblins, on the other hand, appear to be terrified long before the first goblin realizes what they're up against. And, in the same way that the cage opened up, the ground beneath the cage opened up as well. More weapon cases featuring swords, spears, bows, and a variety of weaponry for the goblins to choose from are revealed. However, Olga began to pique everyone's interest through the speaker, making Merciless inquisitive about the daily lives of these imprisoned goblins.

"Good evening gentlemen, now I know you guys are a tad bit below average when compared to inmate #5,453, but given your fighting experience, one of you can easily go up against ten of your kind." And two of you can take down one #5,453, which is worth 15 goblin soldiers. But, given that this is not your typical assignment, see if you can all survive a play session with our young master. Compliance will be rewarded with one day in the breathing chamber with a human girl of your choice if you survive this ordeal. If this were Allen, the only joy any of you low-breed goblins would have would be with another man in your cells, so go ahead earn your spoils, and satisfy the young master, if you die well, you were just unfortunate."

"And for you, young master Merciless, enjoy them all to your undead heart content."