rciless followed the trail of neon blue light, his steps purposeful as he descended further into the depths of the Sea of Correspondence.
The string wound through the void, leading him toward sothing potent, sothing he could feel pulsing with familiar energy, null energy, or a product of it; whatever these powers were were created from nothing.
His claws crackled with power, and his eyes, sharp and glowing, narrowed as he approached the next source.
The mont he reached it, he didn't just touch the source; he was absorbed into it. A jolt of pure, untad energy surged through him, pulling him into another reality altogether.
When the disorientation faded, rciless found himself floating in a vast expanse, a space that pulsed with a deep, otherworldly red and black hue. It was like he had been subrged in a sea of blood.
The thick, viscous liquid surrounded him, yet he didn't drown; it felt natural. It wasn't water; it was sothing heavier, more primal. The red-black sea clung to his monstrous form as if it was feeding off his very essence.
rciless's body had transford again, though this ti it was sothing more grotesque, sothing far beyond his forr shape. His upper body remained vaguely humanoid, yet stretched into sothing monstrous, covered in a hard, chitinous exoskeleton the color of deep obsidian.
His limbs were segnted, sharp, and spindly, resembling the legs of a spider, but far more nacing. Eight massive limbs branched out from his back, their tips dripping with a venomous liquid that hissed as it hit the sea of blood below.
But his lower half... it had shifted into sothing far more serpentine. A long, thick, snake-like body coiled beneath him, its surface covered in sleek scales that shimred with an oily, tallic sheen. The tail moved with fluidity, rippling through the blood as if swimming were its natural state.
The tail itself was barbed, ending in a deadly point that glowed with a malevolent, crimson energy. His entire form was a terrifying amalgamation of predator and dominator; spider, snake, and sothing far darker intertwined.
His many glowing eyes, now eight in total, each burning with a different shade—surveyed the landscape of this crimson abyss. He felt different here. Stronger. More in tune with this realm's dark essence. His monstrous form swam effortlessly through the blood as though it were air, his body moving with an unnatural grace despite its bulk and size.
Then he saw them.
Floating in the red and black space, scattered throughout the blood, were massive, jagged fragnts. They hung in the air like shattered pieces of glass, yet they throbbed with life. They were soul fragnts, rciless knew this instinctively as if the knowledge had been imprinted into his very being the mont he entered this place. Each fragnt was huge, pulsating with energy, each representing a life, a being, that had once been whole.
And with that knowledge ca a hunger.
An insatiable hunger.
It clawed at him from within, a burning need to devour.
To consu.
His monstrous form shuddered as the urge overtook him, every fiber of his new body screaming for more power, more energy... or power born from the nothingness that was gifted to these beings that were once whole.
It didn't matter whose soul fragnts they were or what they represented.
He had to devour them.
Without hesitation, rciless lunged forward, his many legs moving in a blur as he swam toward the nearest fragnt.
His fanged maw unhinged, impossibly wide, as he wrapped himself around the fragnt and tore into it with savage abandon. His sharp mandibles pierced through the ethereal material, and the fragnt disintegrated into raw energy that surged into him, filling him with an almost euphoric rush of power.
The taste was intoxicating. Like the essence of life itself. And it wasn't enough. He needed more.
So much more.
He moved through the blood with speed and grace, his monstrous form devouring fragnt after fragnt, his hunger growing with each one.
The more he consud, the more his body shifted, growing larger, more monstrous, more powerful.
His serpent tail thickened, its scales glowing with an eerie, dark light.
His spider legs grew longer, sharper, able to pierce through the reality of this space itself with each strike.
The sea of blood churned around him as he devoured, fragnts disappearing into his maw one after another, and the more he consud, the more he wanted.
His hunger was uncontrollable now, a beast that could not be sated.
He was losing himself in it, drowning in the endless desire to devour, to consu every soul fragnt in this twisted realm.
But deep within, a part of him, the core of rciless, remained lucid. He knew this power was dangerous, that if he continued, it could unravel him. But that part was drowned out by the overwhelming lust for more.
He swam through the crimson sea like a predator, devouring everything in his path, his monstrous form casting a dark, shadowy silhouette against the backdrop of blood and darkness. The sea itself seed to ripple in response to his presence as if recognizing him as its rightful ruler, the ultimate predator in this grotesque domain.
And still, it wasn't enough.
It would never be enough.
But rciless didn't care.
All that mattered was the next fragnt, the next taste of power, the next victory in this endless ocean of blood and soul fragnts. He was no longer just rciless, or rather by doing this, it was like the first step to reclaiming what was his true self
He would continue to consu until there was nothing left but him and the power he claid as his own.
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So ti had passed and he had already devoured dozens of fragnts, each one dissolving into his monstrous form like drops of water into an ocean.
The hunger gnawed at him, primal and insatiable, driving him to devour every soul fragnt he encountered without hesitation. Each one was intoxicating, flooding him with power and haunting mories of strange, corrupted won.
Each is unique in its own right.
They all have their quirks.
They all have their problems.
Each has their own personality.
Outwardly, due to the damage to their souls, they could never see the outside world again. They lived eternally within him, each as an individual, yet never truly free.
For once a soul is damaged, death cannot be undone, not by traditional ans at least. In this universe, the soul is a fusion of twelve aspects, forming the individuality and uniqueness of every being.
These aspects govern everything—race, form, destiny, emotions, traits, magical nature, and even abstract concepts. Essentially, the soul contains all the information that defines a person and shapes who they are and will beco eventually, at birth.
By consuming these wayward fragnts who once served under the divine, rciless instinctively did the unthinkable. While these souls could no longer exist as separate entities, the Shoggoths within him began to form a collective hive mind.
His strange body, upon devouring their fractured souls, lded the broken pieces into one—creating a singular, highly complex super-soul. Individuality existed within this union, a bizarre fusion where their fragnted consciousnesses intertwined into a unified whole.
Though not the most logical form of resurrection, it was a twisted form of survival—far better than the true death that awaited the Shoggoths.
Fragnts of souls typically fade away after a ti, dissolving into nothingness, but within rciless, sothing extraordinary occurs.
His body treated these damaged souls as though they were biological injuries, like how a doctor would tend to an amputee.
It was as if he viewed these immaterial remnants as sothing tangible, sothing that could be healed or nded; simply because he could interact with them. He didn't fully understand the chanics of how or why he could do this, but he knew—instinctively—that he now possessed this ability.
It was as though he had beco a miracle doctor, a twisted surgeon of the soul, capable of curing even death itself in the most unorthodox of ways. So long as he had even a fragnt of a soul to work with of course, no matter how damaged, he could bind it, stitch it together, and prevent it from fading.
Vampires are beings without souls, their bodies were made to be vessels capable of holding an infinite amount of souls.
As such his body beca the dium through which these broken spirits could continue to exist. It was making a soul for himself, but this soul in particular was not connected to him, in the traditional way.
Even if this soul is damaged, all his information is within his vampirism concept safe from the influence of the outside behind a powerful veil that only allowed him to typically enter, well of course direct damage could be done to it by other vampires, or his already established weakness.
But in the natural sense, it was safe from most.
But like traditional vampires, he in all his power ironically has a lot of weaknesses he himself has to consider; and prepare for.
But think of it like this: as of right now, he was nding all the soul fragnts into one, and, in a way, this soul inside of him was being treated as an extension, or a useful tool of sorts, shaped by immaterial customization.
It wasn't a traditional resurrection, not by any ans, but a strange form of restoration—a process that allowed these souls to endure within him, as part of him.
They would retain their perfect mories, though their powers might be diminished. However, because the soul had been fused into one whole, each individual fragnt could harness the full strength of the combined soul, amplifying their abilities in battle. In essence, one soul was now shared by hundreds of fragnts, with his body serving as the vessel that housed them all.
This ans that so Shagoths might retain their original power, or maybe so of their original power, or so of them might even be stronger than before.
But in the way he was healing them, his power went beyond simply devouring and consuming; it was as if he could take the immaterial and impose his will upon it, forcing these shattered fragnts to persist when they otherwise would have been lost forever.
He had beco both their devourer and their savior, stitching together the remnants of their existence into sothing whole, sothing alive—though far from what they had once been.
But as rciless traverses deeper, he soon finds out that each fragnt has been devoured, but sothing deeper within this place is calling out to him.
This one... felt different.
Chaotic.
Playful.
It teased the edges of his mind, pulling him closer like a lure.
And sohow, rciless knew he had to consu it.
He couldn't explain why, but the fragnt radiated a familiarity that stirred sothing within him.
Sothing he once had, but no longer does at the mont.
As he closed in, his predatory gaze locked onto the figure, round, dark, and featureless, save for the glowing yellow eyes that pierced through the sea of blood.
It had no distinct form beyond that; a shapeless mass, like a living shadow.
Yet its presence was undeniable.
Just as rciless prepared to strike, the figure's voice echoed out, laced with a mischievous energy.
"Ah, finally! About damn ti you showed up."
It sighed, its tone both mocking and childlike.
"I've been waiting, y'know?... Do you have any idea what it is like to watch sothing foreign operate under another will... sigh...
"Couldn't make it too easy for one-bit egh kal?"
rciless on the other hand simply replied back for the first ti.
"HUHHH!?"
rciless paused, narrowing his many gleaming eyes at the figure. His voice, deep and resonant, cut through the chaos.
"Who are you?'
The figure chuckled, a sound that was almost playful, if not for the sinister edge beneath it.
"?...
It said as if teasing the surprise.
"I'm you, you silly thing—a tiny fragnt of the original rcy... or rather his well our true personality side of things, at least! You see, when Kael sealed away those mories, he snatched away our wild, destructive side along with a few other bits and bobs. He simplified the information without ssing with the core, trapping inside this separate soul fragnt within our original soul. I've been cooped up in here ever since... and let tell you, it's not exactly a blast watching you whine and moan your way through life! We're a superior life form, for crying out loud! Why on earth do you need to warm up to so woman?!"
rcy explains to rciless, as he continues.
"But yeah I am the real rcy, not that fractured thing you've been running around with—the one that's just a product of Kael. Oh, he might've been good for so fun, but ? I'm the one you've been missing."
rciless's massive form lood closer, and his curiosity was piqued.
"You expect to believe that?"
"Oh, believe it or not, it doesn't matter, you asshole! We're still dead, one way or another... When you beca a vampire, a new existence erged, one that just thinks it's the real rcy. But with , we can finally beco whole again! Trust , I'm better than ever! We don't need to waste our ti worrying about that pathetic human side of our."
the figure said with a lazy, casual wave.
"But if you wanna reclaim what's truly yours if you want to feel your old power for what it truly is—you're going to need to devour ."
The chaos around them seed to swirl in agreent, the blood sea rippling in response to rcy's words. rciless's mind raced as he examined the figure more closely, that familiar itch in the back of his thoughts, like a forgotten dream.
"mories, power... who are you, well us really... before well you know...
rcy's glowing eyes flickered.
"I don't have the mories either—not all of them, at least. That's what makes incomplete, what keeps you from being whole. The real and most of our lost power's about 78% more of it recon, along with our mories is locked behind that damn mory barrier. And only one person can unlock it."
"Who?"
rciless demanded, the hunger still gnawing at him.
rcy floated closer, his voice dropping to a near-whisper.
"An old friend; an odd fellow; but the mother fucker is Gary-sue on eldritch steroids, but quite the amusing lifeform to say the least... we don't hang out with losers so our old friend group is quite the odd bunch of rotten candies... But the rest? That's you. You've been shattered and broken into pieces ever since Kael brain fucked us, and if you want to tear down what's left of the old rcy, you've gotta start with ."
There was no malice in his words, only an eerie playfulness. rcy was inviting him, offering himself up like a sacrifice.
"Look bud, you gotta devour , and the more that barrier breaks the more you will resurrect what has been lost, and the pieces will start to co together. The remnants of your old self—of us."
"But to do that you gotta find Kael to unbrain fuck us... I can normally sense him as long as we are in the sa universe, but I can't sense wherever he is at the mont, this can only an one thing big , he ain't in this universe."
Tiny rciless said to his older and more powerful counterpart.
"Hmmm, I see... Well, for now, let's focus on piecing ourselves back together, or as much as we can, at least."
The hunger clawed at rciless again, this ti with a fiercer grip. The weight of the truth crashed down on him, and while the significance of this strange figure eluded him, he instinctively knew what had to be done.
With a low growl, he surged forward, his many limbs outstretched and eager to consu rcy. But just before he could strike, rcy flashed one last cheeky grin, eyes gleaming with mischief.
"Let's see if you can handle the real you, huh? Hope you brought your appetite, because this is gonna be a wild ride!"
And then, in one swift motion, rciless's monstrous jaws closed around the chaotic fragnt, devouring the essence of rcy whole.
As the chaotic soul rged with the shagoth soul fragnts, a surge of dark energy shot through rciless's body, filling him with a sensation so familiar it nearly overwheld him.
mories, power, fragnts of who he once was ca flooding back, and he felt it—the old rcy mories buried deep beneath layers, ca crashing right back in.
But this was only the beginning.
"Well, shit! I just vored myself whole; how delightfully chaotic! Oh yeah, I'm almost complete! Just one more power source, and it's back to the funhouse that is reality!"
The remnant of his forr self began to swirl within him, that inner chaos rging with control, rcy is dead but he was glad he inherited back his old fucked up personality at the very least, as he swam through the sea of blood, more powerful and ravenous than ever before.
He was no longer just the rciless of the present—he was rciless reborn.
As such with clarity of sorts, he exited this power source, and one more power source was left before his evolution was complete.
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