As Silk sat there with rciless’ head resting on her lap, he was fast asleep, his mind deep in the sea of subliminal slumber. Her eyes flashed for a minute as she sensed a change in rciless’ being, but sothing was odd.
She couldn’t put her fingers around it; her facet had without a doubt been passed on to him, but sothing was different. Normally, when soone becos a manifestation of nothingness, their being begins to fade into nonexistence as they are recreated from nothing.
But this was different; she could feel and sense it; rciless had successfully assimilated into the ranks of a Manifestation, but his body had not vanished, and his disturbed face which had previously resulted from seeing and feeling what being a manifestation implied, which would naturally strain the mind and drive one insane if their will was weak. And yet, it was as if what he witnessed was nothing more than a brief nightmare.
Naturally, as Silk rubbed his head a confused expression erged on her face as she questioned.
"...What exactly...is happening here?!"
Silk inquired with a perplexed expression, completely unsure of what was going on in front of her very eyes; he changed dramatically, without a doubt, but he did not change at all; it was as if, rather than becoming one with nothingness, nothingness itself decided to beco one with him instead.
In the truest and most tangible sense, this was the reality for rciless. Within his mind—or more accurately, within his newly acquired "Pri Essence"—there existed a place only he could enter. This realm was deeper than re thought, deeper than consciousness itself. It wasn’t a soul, but sothing akin to one.
The Pri Essence was an imaginary structure, a core of his new existence, where his will and consciousness resided. It acted as a beacon of power, not bound by physical or spiritual limitations, but existing in a realm beyond the tangible. Only beings with the aspect of nothingness could even perceive, let alone enter, this enigmatic space.
Other beings of Chaos are also capable of infecting aspect nothingness being able to sense and by all ans even infecting it, as a result corrupting hence destroying or converting via corruption if their aspect was stronger.
In the end, it ca down to who was stronger, which aspect was more powerful, even if he was correspondence and could express all sources via himself. He still had to deal with power differentials; the weak can be easily destroyed and manipulated, whilst the strong can oppose and counterbalance him.
Inside this very construct, was where he was currently at.
rciless floated in the abyss, engulfed in complete and utter darkness. It was not the simple absence of light but sothing far more profound—a darkness so deep and vast that it felt like an ocean. The air itself seed thick, like oil, yet it had no scent, no substance he could grasp or define.
As he drifted, an unnerving realization struck him. This blackness was not only around him; it was within him, perating every fiber of his body. He could feel it: a cold, infinite sea that stretched in every way possible. There was no end or beginning, only the nothingness, in which he was both everything and nothing at the sa ti in relation to himself, and understanding of his own being.
He understood that he was still himself in the present mont, but now he had such a profound awareness of his current state of being that it felt as if he could will himself back into existence even if he were to die in such a way were soone from a higher realm can erase him, but if they don’t have the sa aspect of him, which is stronger, or a much more potent expression of chaos then doing so would be aningless—such was the depth of his newfound perception.
He tried to breathe, but there was no air, only the suffocating weight of this black ocean pressing against his lungs. Yet he wasn’t drowning. Instead, he was becoming one with it. The darkness etched itself into his being, he could feel it fusing with his body, and mind, and sense of self.
rciless felt his consciousness expand into the infinite expanse, and he could feel himself everywhere, connected to this endless sea of nothingness. He was not just a man adrift; he was a being of the void, and the void was him. It was as if he had beco the very darkness that surrounded him.
With that connection ca power—an ancient, primal force that rushed through him like a second heartbeat. He could feel it rising within him, ready to be pulled upon and wielded. He realized, with almost devastating clarity, that he could tap into this unending pool of darkness and channel its power through himself.
But it wasn’t just about power. As he delved deeper into the void, he sensed that he could infuse his previous abilities with this newfound force, creating sothing altogether more potent, and terrifying, though for the ti being, he could only do the bare minimum of recreating and upgrading his current abilities to a limited extent. However, the possibilities were infinite, and everything was at his fingers.
rciless felt a sense of anticipation as the reality dawned on him. This darkness was now his, an infinite wellspring of power, limitless and tiless. It had no scent, taste, or form, but it was alive and under his authority. When he first interacted with this thing, he had no idea what it was or where it had co from, but that didn’t matter. All that mattered was that he could feel, understand, and use it.
In this place, he had no mouth from which he could speak.
No ears from which he can hear.
No eyes from which he could see.
No sense of touch from which he could feel.
No nose from which he could sll.
And no mouth from which he could taste.
And yet, even if he did, all of that would be aningless, completely and utterly.
What was floating in this pit of nothingness was not a body, but rather a will, his will, a thought, a concept, a consciousness, a principle, call it what you will, but what this was, in the truest and absolute sense, was simply rciless State of being, nothing more, nothing less.
As such, understanding himself by going deeper than himself to see the yolk of his existence was the best way to put this.
And, like an egg, he can crack out of it and reerge, but instead of once or twice, he could do this in perpetuity unless another form of nothingness or another expression of a higher or relative level of chaos overpowers him, in which case this fragnt within him will remain unhard.
But, for the ti being, chaos and nothingness, along with everything else about him, coexist. This sea is simply a space where he can determine the correlation of things that originate from him and that he understands.
As such, this was his ability, his gift, his expression of nothingness; from nothing, he can create and destroy everything that has to do with him, and like Observers, he can dominate lesser beings who stem from nothing, as this oil-like sea expresses itself outward in the shape of blood; hence, he nad this infinite sea his null blood, or his NB-Source.
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rciless soared through the mansion dinsion, seated atop his colossal serpent, a creature of sheer power and endless loyalty. The air around him crackled with energy as they moved at hypersonic speed, the very fabric of space bending in their wake. The walls of the mansion blurred into a single, continuous line as they raced through corridors and across vast halls.
Crimson Dawn, his scarlet domain, followed him like a shadow, a glowing aura of deep red that consud everything in its path. It pulsed with life, radiating a fierce intensity that matched his own. The Mansion dinsion was vast, a labyrinth of infinite spaces, yet rciless navigated it with ease, his senses sharp and unerring.
As he rode, the remnants of his recent battle with Zakcry still echoed in his mind. The Nosferatu transformation, which had granted him unparalleled power, was now deactivated. His body, though still pulsing with strength, had returned to its normal state. But his thirst for battle, for the thrill of the hunt, had not yet been sated. He was a predator, and this dinsion was his hunting ground.
rciless’ eyes glead as he thought of the next prey, the next challenge. Yet, sothing stirred within him—a realization, a newfound ability that had erged from the depths of his Pri Essence. He slowed his serpent, the giant creature hissing softly as it ca to a stop. Crimson Dawn swirled around them, as if eager to be unleashed.
He lifted a hand, and with a thought, the space around his palm began to twist and warp, as black rose from his pores. The air shimred, and from the void, a small planet began to form. It grew to the size of a basketball, taking shape and becoming solid, its surface teeming with life. Forests, rivers, and mountains appeared, filled with creatures of all kinds. The planet was a world unto itself, vibrant and full of energy.
rciless gazed at it, a sense of satisfaction washing over him, Abadis’s power to create a planet was easily controlled if he expressed it through Null blood. He could do this now—create life, shape worlds with a re thought if express his effect through his blood, rather than doing it as is.
Yet, he knew this power had its limits. His reserves were limitless, but the output was finite. It was as if he had a door within him, a gate from which his power flowed. The door was vast, but only a certain amount could escape at any given ti.
But with each use, with each exercise of his will, that door would grow. It would widen, allowing more of his power to flood the world. In ti, he would reach a point where his abilities would know no bounds, where he could reshape reality on a whim. But for now, he was content with this—testing his limits, pushing the boundaries of what he could do.
He watched as the life on the planet thrived, unaware of its creator hovering above. Then, with a casual wave of his hand, he absorbed it all—the planet, the life, the energy. It flowed into him, becoming part of his essence, and fueling his ever-growing strength.
"This is just the beginning, damn Silk I could kiss you right now."
rciless whispered to himself, a dark smile curling on his lips.
"The door will widen. And when it does… nothing will stand in my way."
With that, he urged his serpent forward, and they shot through the mansion dinsion once more, the thrill of the hunt rekindled in his heart, and the Crimson Dawn glowed brighter than ever.
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