15 Merciless The Unhinged Rasputin

"Well! Well!, Shoot a baby in the head and call me Sally; you were able to see my attack before I attacked. How interesting."

The gold-haired woman murmured as she rose from her seat, fixing her hair and lowering the magazine that was on her face into the chair she was sitting in. She then turned to face a stunned, Merciless, and a equally irritated Hector, who was giving her a quiet death gaze.

Merciless, of course, looks at the woman in front of him, observing an incredible scene. The woman was a tall woman with golden hair that was long and wavy, easily reaching her back. She stood roughly 6'0 tall and had clear but pale skin. She appears to be a young, mature woman in her thirties. However, considering her older appearance, her feminine appeal is highlighted by her red professional outfit, complete with a jacket and coat.

Merciless was struck by the fact that the woman in question had a physique riddled with profound wounds from head to toe. A burn mark was visible under her left eye. While the right eye showed a big vertical blade mark. In layman's words, she was completely and utterly blind.

Madam Olga, the fabled Michellian vampire, was, of course, present before the newly appointed young lord of the Elderblood house.

Hector, on the other hand, began to grrr in frustration as he spoke to Madam Olga.

"GRRRRR!... You heinous woman, you are standing before the clan heir; how dare you attack Grand Duke Lavatos in such a way? Do you have a death wish, or has your aging brain finally collapsed on itself... You should be on your knees right now."

Merciless had never seen Hector that enraged before. Looking at him now, Hector's eyes had turned bright red and nocturnal, his butler uniform had tightened slightly, and a pair of white wolf ears had appeared on his head. On the other hand, his short hair turned completely black and curled, just like his hair, and his left hand appeared to transform into a white wolf claw. On the other side, he displayed his menacing claws and fangs even to a legendary vampire who was more fearful than his sire in a matter of seconds.

Madam Olga, on the other hand, began to fold her hands, supporting her chest with it as she sniffed lightly and held her nose in disdain. Right after, she mocked Hector.

"*sniff*sniff*sniff*, Aghhhh... I thought I smelled a wet dog, and it appears that I was correct; a stinky wolf has arrived; little wonder I shot without thinking. I despise two things beyond all others: a traitor and a hypocrite, and you are both... Oh my God, how revolting... I could vomit, in fact, begone this instance from my presence."

As soon as he said it, Hector began to respond.

"Woman, do you really think I'll listen to anyone else who isn't my alp..

*Snap*

But then, without warning, the unthinkable happened, similar to what Finn accomplished with his Ichor: before Hector could say another word, he vanished before Merciless's eyes and Olga's presence.

Only Olga and Merciless remained in the room, which surprised Merciless because he believed Finn was the only one capable of employing the power of teleportation in the entirety of the Elderblood clan.

Olga, on the other hand, didn't waste any time and proceeded to stroll towards a perplexed Merciless, who was flat on his ass, leaning back in the elevator door. And when she reached Merciless, she bent down to his level and gopniked on him like a Japanese delinquent would, her blunt still lit as she blew smoke in his face and said.

"Are you Michelle Kilde?" What a fascinating specimen you are... indeed *sniffff*, and I don't smell an ounce of fear on you. Good, good. That's how a Michellian should be fearless, even when the odds are stacked against them, so tell me what else you're hiding behind those idyllic grins of yours, boy. *sniff* curiosity, *sniff* sociopathy... it appears we have a rather chaotic clan heir among us, which I'm starting to like already. Yes, I like it a lot, but isn't there more? *sniifffff* and oh my, you reek of pure *Misotheism* Aghwww... what a lovely smell you have, boy, Your blood is just my sort. "A fellow kindred spirit, I see. Say, boy, do you despise the gods?"

Olga inquired Merciless, who was unusually calm in this situation; in reality, he knew this woman could easily kill him, to the point where he might not even know how he died in the first place. And yet he felt no fear; this woman was deadly; she was like a big bear in front of a crippled honey badger, and Merciless, like a honey badger, stood his ground grinning as he began to calmly respond.

"Hate them... no, woman, I despise them so much that I would burn down every church I see just to spite them; I would eat anyone who believes in them; I will tarnish every aspect of them in this godforsaken world, alter to alter, church to church, shrine to shrine, and believer to believer." Fuck the Lord, fuck divinity, and fuck the concept of them as a whole. After all, the only righteous god is a dead god. I want to slay all of the gods in this world and wipe my pale undead ass with their so-called faith."

Merciless responded in a calm but eerie tone, which made Olga laugh as she stood up.

"Pfft...PFFF...HA... hahhaHAHAHAHhahkyhahahakyhahaha... oh, by the progenitors above, it appears that Michelle truly knows how to pick them." Okay, boy... No! Merciless was it. Yeah, a lovely name indeed, and perfect... follow me, at first, I was going to give you basic weaponry because I believed you were like the other, someone hiding their true self behind a mask, but you are so naturally unhinged that it's hard for me not to like you. Come on, you want to murder the god, the priest, the nuns, the shrine maidens, and the believers? I have precisely the thing for a devout follower of misotheism like you. Come now, boy, let me show you my collection and personal favorites."

Merciless grinned back and clasped Madam Olga's hand as she pulled him up with a wide smile and said to him.

"Sorry for shooting you earlier; it was my way of testing a fellow Michellian. As you may or may not know, we are a clan of warrior vampires that are revered as insane battle-hungry suicidal maniacs, and when I heard you are the heir of the clan that I have served for so long, I couldn't accept anything but someone who isn't afraid of anything." Although you are only an egg, I am optimistic that a dragon will hatch from it following your training with the other elders."

Olga stated emphatically, "Please, by her future master," despite the fact that he was only a day old and she could already smell it. This youngster was someone that would soon be feared in this dark and bloody world; therefore, she couldn't wait to see what he'd be like 36,525 moons from now, which is a hundred years in days.

For a vampire, 100 years is a relatively brief time. Because, in theory, they can exist alongside humans for as long as humans exist. So if humans exist, they may easily outlive even the largest of stars. They are essentially eternal in the sense that they just require nutrition to survive.

Merciless, on the other hand, simply nodded his head while brushing the dirt off of himself.

"No problem; I don't blame you; after all, I don't expect everyone to like me, especially given my previous experience as a normal human." And, by the way, where did you send Hector? hopefully it's nowhere far."

"Ohhh... him... hehehe!?... I send him back to your room; you see, I am the region boss of sector seventeen, and as such, I am a god in this room; what I mean is, if I don't want him here, he won't be able to return here unless I give him permission to enter my domain once again." And, to be honest, I despise those dirty mutts; untamed creatures, by nature, will bite the hands that feed them. But enough about that old, dying dog; he's not required here, so let me show you what we have in the toy store."

"Follow me, comrade... I'll show you the stuff we have kept in the back."

Merciless quickly interrupted Olga's statement.

"By the way, Madam Olga, are you Eukrussian?"

"Hmmm... I guess my accent gave it away, ha comrade?" Yes, I am an Eukrussian woman; is that an issue or something?"

(A/N): By this world definition, she is essentially a Russian.

Merciless shook his head and stated in a flirtatious tone.

"Oh no, no, no... I'm just struck by your beautiful scar and your sexy body with meat in the right places, if you get my drift." If you believe I'm being too straight or abrupt, kill me now. But I adore your personality so much that I'm wondering who is better between you and Scáthach... in the center of it, we have two God killers, a quiet type with a blade that doesn't question the target, and on the other hand, we have a mad blind woman with a milf's body. I'm torn between which is better: a silent but terrifying God-slaying mommy or a crazy but insane misotheistic mommy that is a Eukrussian nonetheless... hmmm, this is something that should be studied and debated."

Merciless spoke up, his right hand representing Scáthach and his left hand representing Olga. However, Olga soon began to giggle openly, holding her head as if she were amused by Merciless' statements.

"*cackle*cackle*cackle*, Pff...PFttt.... HAHAHAHA.... and they call me crazy.... hehehe..... Oh, this is unusual; I laughed twice in one day... hehehe... blind Eukrussian mommy, hahaha... really? HEHEHE... I mean, you're the future clan leader, and you should inspire a lot of trust, but your ascension to such elevated political authority is only a day old, and if the information about you is right, you were a peasant not long ago. Tell me, where does your sense of confidence originate from? Is it stupidity, or were you always this ambitious? Hehehe.... My god, you're either insane or suicidal. A baby fish destined to be a leviathan is already aiming for two megalodons.... hahaha.... well, at least this answers my question about your fears; its almost non-existent if you can admit something so insane to someone like me Hehehehe... you're so fucking honest that it makes you submissive and breedable."

At these words, Merciless said.

"Submissive... breedable... not sure about the first part, but it seems like a 50/50 to me... I mean, a Michellian is tough and durable, and I like my chances... even if that means diving headfirst into a sea of silver swords."

Olga responded, still half-laughing, as she replied to Merciless.

"Hahah... don't get too excited, lover boy; those words are just me saying you're cute, which is quite an accomplishment in and of itself." But if I had replied, "I am horny and desperate," it would be as if I were begging you to take me right here right now and make me your wife later."

Olga said, apparently pleased by the situation, while wiping the crimson tear stains from her eyes. Merciless, on the other hand, responded as such.

"Hmmm... is that so, and what feats are required for me to make you horny and desperate, Madam Olga?"

"Oh my god, you are serious, aren't you, boy? What strange taste in women you have... hmm, well, what is a good reward without an equally difficult challenge? Maybe this will help you grow as well; find then I will play your game; take it as an apology." First, bring me the heart of Snake God Acondes, and then castrate Zeus, and deliver to me his balls and penis inside a box built from his own skull, and then, and only then, will I offer you my hand in marriage."

Merciless responded in kind to these words.

"Ah, the great Zeus himself, ha?" Hehehe.... men, my training is going to kill me in every manner imaginable before I'm ready to face opponents of that caliber. But, ohhh well so be it, right now I am just a leaf that can easily be carried away by the win, so I will be late for those prizes. As a crusade of that magnitude is insane, but consider it a promising deal between me and you, and all it will take me to impregnate a legend is the balls of a fucking Greek god king...hahahahaaa."

Merciless responded in a lighthearted tone, as does Olga, who finds it equally amusing.

"Keep dreaming, comrade, work hard, and you might get a taste of fine wine one day.... now, let us put our twisted humor aside for the time being and follow me, comrade." I'll show you our most hazardous and precious treasures, which we keep in the toy box's deepest recess."