The Sharpest Blade (My Vampire System Fan-Fic)

The Celestial World stretched out in an endless expanse of white, a blank canvas where only the presence of its inhabitants gave meaning to its void. Bliss drifted like a specter, a formless energy in a space meant for gods. Though she belonged here, she did not linger as the others did. She stayed at the edges, hidden in the folds of nothingness, avoiding attention. 

She wasn't in the mood for conversation—not with those who would demand answers from her, nor with those who might suspect what she was planning. 

Before her, a white orb hovered, its surface shifting like liquid glass, rippling with images of a distant corner of the universe. The solar system's corresponding section of celestial space was mapped out faintly around her, a nebulous construct of energy that mirrored the locations of the celestial domain's chosen worlds. Her focus, however, was singular: The Celestial holding Vorden and Raten.

She watched as the Celestial pulled Vorden from the sterile, cold cell, dragging him under the bright artificial glow of an interrogation chamber. Bliss observed with detached interest as the alien being used intricate machinery to scan him, intricate symbols and lengths of data depicted in some unknown alien script scrolled across a screen in front of the celestial. He was searching for something, a sign, anything that could indicate what exactly he was dealing with. They're afraid of Sil. They always are. This one is particular however, had a good reason.

The Celestial's hands sparked, arcs of white-hot energy licking the air, as they trailed over Vorden's restrained form. It was a test. He proceeded to read the information as he subjected Vorden to all manner of unspeakable tortures. Trying to provoke a response that looked like something the godslayer would produce.

Bliss already knew the results. Vorden was not Sil. But this Celestial did not know that, not exactly. 

The first jolt sent Vorden's body arching violently, muscles seizing as an agonized cry tore from his throat. The sound echoed, too raw, too human, making Bliss shift uncomfortably from her unseen vantage point. 

She shouldn't feel bad. 

She had weighed the options. Calculated the risk. The bigger picture demanded sacrifice. She had done what she had to do.

Even still. 

Vorden gasped for breath, chest heaving as the energy dissipated. The Celestial stepped back, recalibrating the scans, unconcerned with the human pain before him. With a flick of his hand, the damage was undone, healed in almost an instant, but the pain lingered, a phantom agony that healing could not erase. Vorden, covered in sweat panted loudly and relief washed over him from the healing. His chest rising and falling a great distance apart with his unmeasured, out of sink breathing.

Bliss barely had time to process the moment before another presence surged through catching her attention, a storm of rage and desperation. 

Raten.

His cell was close, too close. Close enough that he had heard His brother's screams of agony.

Through the orb, Bliss saw him. Like a beast in a cage, wild-eyed and frantic. He slammed his fists against the reinforced wall, bone meeting steel, again and again and again, until crimson splattered across the surface. His breath came in ragged bursts, fury and helplessness mixing in a dangerous cocktail. 

He'll break himself before he ever stops.

The truth was, he already had. But then something happened. The sheer stress, the torment, the relentless strain, the panic that gripped his heart, pushed his body to the edge. Beyond the edge. The pain forced adaptation, evolution. Just the slightest change. Not a shift in power, but rather a shift capacity. A change in mutant cells or MC cells.

A shift. A spark of something new. Raten didn't understand it, not fully, but he felt it.

He hit the wall once more, a final act of defiance, not expecting anything but the same resistance. Instead— it dented. A fraction of an inch. Almost nothing. But at the same time, not nothing. 

But Raten was too far gone, his body too weak, too drained to process what had just happened. Half starved and feeling hopeless, he collapsed, a mess of blood, sweat, and exhaustion, his hands ruined, his knuckles split open to the bone.

Bliss turned away. She had seen enough. She let the orb flicker out, dispersing into the empty air of the Celestial World, guilt tightening around her like a vice.

It was necessary. It was cruel. Both could be true. She could not watch anymore. She would not.

Instead, she shifted her focus, reaching out across the vast expanse of celestial space. She needed to find Sil.

Because when the moment came, when all the pieces aligned, when the fragile window of opportunity cracked open—she had to be ready to make her move.

***

The steady hum of the ship's engines filled the cabin, a rhythmic vibration that underscored the weight of their mission. Sil stood at the navigation console, his hands gripping the edges as he stared at the projected star map. The celestial coordinates provided by Sam pulsed like a beacon—a stark reminder of how far they had to go, and how much time was slipping through their fingers. 

Shiro sat nearby, arms crossed, watching Sil carefully. He knew that look. It was the same one Sil always got when he blamed himself. 

"You're thinking too hard," Shiro said. 

Sil exhaled sharply, dragging a hand through his graying hair. "I should have been able to stop this." 

"We're already on the way," Shiro reminded him. "And we're not going in blind. Sam's contact came through, and we have a direct path. That's better than most situations we've been in." 

Sil's jaw tightened, but he nodded. He wasn't used to feeling this powerless. 

Jade and Cassidy entered the cockpit, Cassidy carrying a data pad while Jade tossed a ration pack onto the console in front of Sil. "Eat," Jade said, leveling Sil with a look. 

Sil raised a brow. "You do realize I don't need to eat as often as you do." 

"Don't care," she replied, pulling up a seat. "You'll be more useful if you're at full strength. Which happens with food in your stomach." 

Cassidy glanced at the map. "Sam's sure about these coordinates?" 

"As sure as he can be," Sil said. "His contact has access to the celestial realm, Yongbu. He owed us a favor." 

Jade drummed her fingers against the table. "So we know where they are. We just don't know what's waiting for us when we get there." 

Sil nodded. That was the problem. 

Cassidy set the data pad down, displaying the information they had gathered. "From what we know, the Celestial who took them is strong, but not one of the higher-ranked ones. Nobody knows what he's up to, so it would seem he's acting independently." 

"Revenge?" Shiro guessed. 

"Maybe," Sil said. "Or he thinks he can use them against me." 

Jade frowned. "Then it would appear that he also doesn't even know about your power loss? Or he would have just tried to take you alone or kill you on the spot? Otherwise why go through the trouble of luring you out?" 

That was the question that gnawed at Sil. He didn't have an answer. 

The ship's navigation system beeped, signaling their next warp jump. They all took their seats and fastened their harnesses. The stars outside stretched into streaks of light as the vessel hurtled through space, each second bringing them closer. 

Sil stared at the map, then at the small glowing dot that marked their destination. 

"Hang on, Vorden. We're coming."