"Alive and aware, ha?"
rciless muttered under his breath, his voice carrying both awe and caution.
Carmilla on the other hand began to speak.
'Master, it knows you created it. It recognizes your essence, your will. This... thing considers you its progenitor.'
For a brief mont, rciless felt an odd sensation ripple through him, perhaps pride? To have birthed sothing so monuntal, so utterly otherworldly, it left rciless speaking his mind as he said out loudly.
"Hmmm... well, this was fate in a kind of way... I have no idea what Pandora Box would have created; as such, I had to boost my luck to such a degree that the outco of randomness would have to end with it leaning towards my favor."
"Although just confirm you're telling that it... knows ? That it's... what? Another child of mine?"
He asked his tone a mix of caution and amusent.
'In a sense, yes.'
Carmilla replied.
'And the signals it is sending are telling that it is waiting for your command, master.'
rciless folded his arms, tilting his head as he regarded the massive entity.
The vast tentacles on the ship moved slowly, creating faint ripples in the fabric of reality itself. Each movent seed with purposeful intent, as though the ship were studying its own existence, its own purpose.
As such, rley looking at this, rciless just nodded his head, as he said.
"I see....
'Your orders then, master.'
Carmilla asked to confirm rciless's will.
But rciless didn't answer; rather, he was thinking.
The implications of such a creation were staggering. If this ship was alive, then what did that an for its intentions? Its capabilities? What purpose would it ultimately serve? And most importantly, how could he ensure it didn't beco a liability—or worse, a threat to him; words are nothing more than sounds, as such actions speak louder than words.
As such, he inwardly sighed and said, knowing he had to make a decision right here and now.
"Tell it to lower its defenses and prepare itself."
rciless commanded.
"I'm boarding it. I need to see what my... child truly is."
Carmilla hesitated, her voice soft but firm.
'Are you sure, Master? There's no telling what you'll find inside. It might not be entirely under your control yet.'
"That's precisely why I need to go."
rciless replied.
His grin sharpened into sothing almost predatory.
"If it's mine, it'll obey... If not... well, I'll teach it who's in charge."
At these words, Carmilla sent back the ssage.
And soon after, the massive ship began to shift. The tentacles pulled inward slightly, curling protectively around its core. A glowing fissure opened along one of the golden spires, spilling light into the darkness below.
The light wasn't natural—its colors were impossible, hues that didn't exist in any spectrum rciless could na.
It twisted and writhed as if it were beckoning him forward.
'Master!!...
Carmilla said quietly.
'It's opening for you.'
rciless then replied.
"It's now or never, I guess...
With that said, rciless flew towards the gateway, his weapon, and his captive, the petite female Glyden, who he trapped in a never-ending nightmare, flew right behind him.
And monts later he crosses the warp; lights of many colors, known and unknown, flash before his eyes, till eventually another scenery can be seen.
"Wo..
rciless said calmly but surprised nonetheless.
He was greeted by an overwhelming stillness. The air was thick and cloying, carrying an unnatural weight that pressed against his skin, though he knew it was all in his mind. The interior of the ship was a grotesque fusion of advanced technology and eldritch design.
The walls were dark flesh and unnatural-shaped; looking at them, they began to beat in and out like a slow-beat heart.
The floor was a grotesque blend of organic tissue and polished, tarnished gold, slick, and slightly warm to the touch. Each step rciless took felt as though the ship itself inhaled and exhaled beneath his feet, and the mont he saw this, he could not help but think about his first eting with Keziah.
On the other hand, though.
The place he ended up with had a ton of corridors.
For the normal eye, it would look like they stretched endlessly further than the eye can see or imagine; the entire place was dimly illuminated by the faint red glow of weird abstract-shaped crystal formations embedded in the walls.
Tendrils hung from the ceiling, each one unnervingly alive... so slithered lazily, while others curled back at the proximity of rciless's towering fra when he passed by.
It was clear this ship was no re vessel; it was aware, watching, breathing. Every sound and every movent felt amplified, echoing like whispers in a cathedral of madness. And the ship was picking up on that.
Yet to make rciless distance short, the ship bends and folds space in itself to make its Great Father's journey to the control room shorter.
At the far end, a massive archway lood. Its fra was crafted from twisted and fused bones, plated with a material that resembled tarnished gold, streaked with veins of blackened blood.
rciless, of course, felt space was being controlled here, but also the geotry as well.
One step for him would be akin to trillions.
As such, the Archways ca into view very quickly.
The structure seed to shift, bending in on itself as rciless drew closer as if the ship were subtly altering its geotry to guide him inward. Beyond the archway was a chamber that opened like a wound, impossibly vast, stretching far beyond the physical constraints of the ship's exterior.
The chamber itself was a grotesque masterpiece clearly one of alien design by human logic in every regard, its ceiling hidden in layers of pulsating shadows and faint crimson illumination.
At its heart stood a monstrous roundtable, grown rather than built, its surface an undulating patchwork of fleshy tissue and gleaming tal.
Looking at it, a sense of nostalgia hit rciless as the scene of Michelle's own roundtable ca into his mind.
Around the table were lesser thrones, of course.
As of right now, 30 seats were present, all of which were made from an otherworldly black tal with a fleshy exterior.
The table, on the other hand, pulsed faintly with a deep, rhythmic light dimming in, and dimming out, and the edges were lined with an alien console, a fusion of both flesh and advanced machinery. The room, however, was bathed in suffocating darkness, broken only by the dull crimson and sporadic flashes of violet light that bled across the walls. They were alive with ridges and pulsating conduits, each coursing with what looked like glowing blood, unlike the red crystals on the walls outside this place.
The air itself carried the scent of iron, ash, and sothing rciless could not really put his finger on despite the close-to-ho sensation; and with all honesty it felt familiar, but he could not understand why this scent felt familiar for so reason, but it was sothing that clawed at the edge of mory.
Or rather, rcy's mory.
But that aside.
At the center of it all, elevated on a dais of coiled bone and glistening tal, was a throne.
'Big ...
rcy called out to rciless, as he asked.
'Do you feel that?'
Of course, rciless responded.
"Yeah... that thing... it's calling ...
rciless said, as he walked towards the throne, sothing was wrong here; this thing was pulling him towards it.
'Be careful.'
"..."
However, rciless did not answer; sothing inside him established a connection with the throne the mont he ca close to it, and that when he realized it, the thing calling out was Pride and Vanity.
As if the ship itself was an extension of both concepts.
As he walked towards the throne, vision began to invade him.
[Oi rciless runnnnn.... if Eos catch us, we are dead.]
The voice was familiar.
It was the sound of a man, and he was seeing through the perspective of the man; it sounded almost like...
"Quincy...
rciless said, but he was not sure because the visions were multiple.
As they flood him like a dam.
[Bloody hands, screaming n, won, and children alike, flying limbs, withering lives, and corpse after corpse in my way... Eventually, all life looks and sounds the sa when put to rest.]
The sight of a familiar armored woman, looking towards Ragnar and surprisingly himself, but sothing was odd—the self he was seeing seed vastly stronger than his current.
And weird enough, the woman who said that to him was Scáthach; he watched her vividly through Ragnar's eyes, and Ragnar looked at Scáthach, and Scáthach looked at future rciless, who just looked at Scáthach at that ti and said.
Smiling as he said.
"Ohhhh... so this was the ti when I first unconsciously used "Mother-bloods," Law... can't lie, this feels weird, looking at my younger self... hmmm, well here is so advice, young ... ti is an infinite cup of water; anything is possible within the infinite sea of choices; the hard part is, however, is taking the ti to find the right choice through an infinite pre-destined... master this and you will master the power of your irreversibility... rember you are the main character of your own life."
Future rciless said, looking at current rciless, who was looking at him through the eyes of Scáthach.
But the vision switched again; another one ca to view, but this ti it was weird; he saw... himself, but not his current self.
It was...
'Wait... I rember this.'
The person who talked was rcy.
The voice of a familiar woman echoed as he looked at the curious child.
[So, this is the boy... A-4081.]
The figure murmured, the na rolling off their tongue with a vivid interest in the existence of the boy.
[Interesting... very interesting.]
The man's voice echoed through the chamber as he gazed at the boy confined within a stark white cell. Surrounding the boy was an array of high-powered reality anchors and ancient artifacts, each radiating an unsettling energy. At the center of the room, the boy was forced to stand within a ritual circle—a binding construct designed to hold him in place, preventing even the slightest movent.
The boy looked unfazed as he looked at the scientist and said.
"When I get out of here, and I will...I'm turning this whole place into a bloodbath. I don't know what kind of sick shit you did to , but believe , it's not gonna matter. Every single one of you is on my list, and trust , it's personal now. Oh, and by the way, your ass is disgusting re humans relying on so weird supernatural shit. I an, truly repulsive... what happen to good old one-on-one... and that goes for you too you freaky doll bitch.... what the hell kind of ability takes away people's powers like that... aghhhh FWUUUUCKKK!!!... Sigh... Don't think I'll forget any of your faces when I'm painting the walls with you."
Kid rcy said, his mouth being the only thing that could move.
The scientist, a wiry man with a sharp, clinical voice, his eyes narrowing as he scrutinized rciless, who stood immobilized in the ritual circle. Despite being bound, rcy's toxic, chaotic words still reverberated through the sterile room like venom.
On the other hand, another scientist of course began to talk to the head scientist analyzing rcy as she asked with great worry.
[Doc, is he supposed to do that... how is he talking in that place, the concept of physical movent doesn't exist in that place... so how is he talking... being trapped there is like being physically stuck in existence it's like all your molecules stop in that room so tell how is he talking.]
But the answer she got scared her.
"It would seem....
He hesitated, it shouldn't be possible, yet here this monster is in the form of an overweight child was doing the impossible.
But speak his mind nonetheless, as he gives his hypothesis.
[...That Subject A-4081 is adapting to the Phenonon Room. Even while under the influence of A-3220's Supernatural negating field, his resilience is... evolving no rather it is like he is rebuilding himself passively in so unorthodox way to overco these phenona.... at this rate, he will escape if we don't act quickly.]
He adjusted his glasses and tapped a few commands on the control panel, causing streams of data to cascade down the monitors.
The vision was vivid, but again rciless did not stay here for long, yet as he got closer to throne, vision of other people, ca into his mind.
[Mother... when will we get to see father, I don't even know how he looks... Isdoom say with curiosity.]
A young boy's voice, filled with curiosity, echoed as he spoke in a third-person format of language, his pink eyes fixed on the woman before him. She had striking blue hair, and pink eyes, and her skin shimred in a cool azure hue. Draped in a yellow cloak that billowed around her, tentacles sprouted from beneath, swaying slightly as she moved. When she spoke, her voice resonated, each word carrying an eerie, haunting echo.
Her face was hidden in the darkness of the cloak with pieces of the hair showing outwards from it. As she replied to the boy... Telling him as such.
[I don't know... Purgatory is a vast, treacherous place. Whenever he cos back, I guess... especially with the four Pri Stars and their father, the Pure Emperor, hot on his heels. The good news is he's trying to reform the great Demonic armies of Hell, Purgatory, Underworld, and the Netherworld by conquering the Demonic Sectors... sigh.]
[I miss the bastard too, but the other golden brides and I will hold the line until he returns. However, it's not looking good for us on the outer barriers, especially with the Pure Emperor's forces pushing us back. Well, at least we can count our blessings that Michelle's Overlords and your father's Maggot-borns are keeping the inaccessible barriers intact, we are outnumbered, but we have quality over quantity. Also, it won't be long before reinforcents co from the other Composite's as well.]
The boy looked up, above his father great army of a trillion strong was above, many ships were stationed, and with the monarchs guarding this place, their safety was reassured, as such he sighed and said.
[Sigh... Glory be to the Dark Father Isdoom said with the greatest respect possible.]
The woman just nodded as she too looked up their fleets, holding the boy's hand as they walked the garden of the great citadel.
[Yes... Glory be to Darling.]
Vision after vision assaulted him, overwhelming and bizarre. He saw himself, fragnted and distorted, and he saw through the eyes of countless others scattered across space and ti, or at least, that's what he thought was happening.
It was disorienting, chaotic, and maddening. Yet deep within, he knew the answer was within reach. If he could just sit upon the throne, it would all make sense. The visions, the ship, the strange call drawing him forward, it all pointed to that grotesque seat of power.
And so, he walked.
Till he finally reaches the throne.
The throne lood closer, its imnse, nightmarish presence undeniable.
When he finally stood before it, he stopped. His glowing blue eyes narrowed, taking in every horrifying detail of the creation before him.
The throne pulsed with life...veins snaking across its surface throbbed in sync with the heartbeat of the ship.
He reached out a hand, brushing his fingers across the surface. It was warm, slick, and disturbingly pliable in places like living tissue stretched too tightly over an unidentifiable structure. It wasn't just alive, it was the ship's heart, its very core. He understood instantly: destroy the throne, and the ship would die.
There was no hesitation in him. Slowly, he turned and lowered himself onto the throne.
The mont his weight settled, the entire chamber reacted violently. The floor beneath him rippled as if the ship scread in delight.
"It's a perfect fit...
rciless said, but soon, a voice ca into his mind.
{Father....
"Haaa?!... Are y-you... well the ship?"
rciless asked as the voice of a woman rang in his ears.
The ship then responded.
{Yes!!}
"I see....
rciless responded as he asked.
"Soo... tell ... what are you exactly... or rather what is this throne... what are those visions?"
However, the answer he got, was insane.
{I have no na... but... I know I am a Divine Weapon... or as you people would call ... a Divine Arm... a weapon born with a law... or a weapon with a Divine Law infuse in it.}
"Wait for real... so those visions I saw, those were because of your Law... Hmmm, can you explain this law to ?"
He asked calmly.
{Affirmative! My Law is called Divine Law: Mother Blood. I am intrinsically tied to the concept of blood and its pathways. What this Law allows is unparalleled, through it, you can connect to all bloodlines, and all pathways, and witness the past, present, and future through the eyes of those tied to you by blood.}
The Mother ship said as it continued.
{For example, you can see the future through the eyes of your descendants, the past through your predecessors, and even the mories of those you've shared blood with across any point in ti.}
{But this isn't limited to just linear ti. My power stretches into non-linear tilines as well, allowing glimpses into alternate possibilities and realities. However, such a feat demands a price, and that price is through Chi, Aether, and Divinity energy are the currency of this power.}
{The deeper you go, the more these resources are drained from the ship's main energy cores. Right now, our capabilities are limited to minor visions of the past, present, and near future between linear, and non-linear.}
{With enough power, though, we could go further... far beyond what is currently possible. We could even intrude upon the blood ties and mory pathways of others, breaking into genetic bonds that don't even belong to us. But... that level of control and manipulation is still beyond my reach for now... we need more energy and a lot of it.}
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