The Sharpest Blade (My Vampire System Fan-Fic)

Bliss watched from the Ethereal Expanse, her keen eyes fixed on the events unfolding aboard the derelict city-ship. The moment had arrived. 

Sil was boarding. 

She had waited—had to wait—until his feet touched the alien metal, until the final piece was locked into place. Had she acted too soon, the course of fate could have splintered, unraveling everything she had meticulously prepared. 

But now? 

Now, she had seconds before Sil was dead.

She moved. 

The Celestial Realm was timeless to mortal minds—a realm of endless white, where existence stretched like an infinite horizon, bending in all directions at once. Here, she was not bound by flesh, not shackled by time's rules. But even in this godlike space, she knew the truth: Time still mattered.

For Sil, in the mortal plane, every heartbeat was a countdown. He was stepping into battle against a vengeful god, and in mere minutes—perhaps even seconds—he could fall.

Unless she found Mundus.

Her form blurred, twisting across the white void as she hurtled through the threads of fate. She moved like a celestial storm, faster than thought, faster than light, trailing the echoes of futures that hadn't yet happened. 

Mundus was here. Somewhere. 

She just had to reach him first. 

For years, she had been working toward this—laying pieces without him realizing, pushing the right dominoes so they would all fall in just the right way. She had whispered in ears, set pieces in motion, made small, imperceptible ripples in the tides of destiny. 

She had known that one day, the gods would come for Sil. 

She had just needed them to come at the right time.

Now, that time had come. 

Bliss reached out—not physically, but through the currents of celestial space, the endless weave of fate that only beings like her and Mundus could navigate. 

She felt him. 

Mundus. 

Messenger of the Ancient Ones. The Harbinger of Balance. The only Celestial who could bend time itself. 

Bliss snapped toward his location, her very existence splitting space as she arrived before him. 

He stood as he always did—The only celestial that could maintain his corporeal form while in the celestial space. Mundus was quite a sight- black-skinned, tall and lean. He had a rectangular mouth with razor-sharp teeth as he slowly breathed in and out. Then there were his four pairs of eyes on his rectangular-shaped long head. detached, composed, a figure clad in time itself. 

She didn't really have time for pleasantries but she still offered him a short bow and a sign of respect.

"Mundus." 

Mundus barely turned, his expression impassive. "Bliss." 

Before he had the opportunity to ask anything she quickly cut him off. "Mundus there is a situation that I believe may necessitate your immediate attention." 

His brow lifted, but she didn't want to give him time to question it. She strode forward, with a fire in her steps. Glancing around to ensure that there was nobody within earshot. An act that was noticeable to Mundus and peaked his interest. She hurriedly explained in a lowered tone.

"Sil is dying." Her voice was sharp, urgent, and commanding. "And if you don't act, and quickly, you will regret it." 

Her words were not what he had expected. He was taken aback. Mundus regarded her, his gaze piercing, and timeless. He gave her a measured inspection. He was aware of course what her powers made her capable of, and her affinity towards revelations and glimpses of possible futures so her seemingly knowing about events outside of her overview was not unheard of. If nothing else, she had indeed captured his curiosity and he was likely willing to indulge her simply to see where it went, however he did not wish to make it easy. Mundus mulled it over then said in a matter of fact tone "I am not one to indulge in regrets." 

Bliss gritted her teeth. "Fine. Then let me put it another way: If you allow a celestial to kill Sil, you'll be letting one of the last godslayers of earth perish, leaving them with no defences against those that would attack from outside."

Mundus exhaled slowly, like a man amused by the desperation of lesser beings. "Sil Blade is no longer a godslayer. He is no longer—" 

"He is the only one left on earth that has reason to mind the balance. It was only on the word of the now sleeping Quinn that earth and it's many godslayers stopped their advancing into the great expanse of the cosmos. Sil is one of the last who remembers that agreement."

That made him pause. Just for a second. 

Bliss pressed on, seized the opening. 

"You think the balance was restored and can be maintained even though Quinn Talen went to sleep? That Earth will be left alone? You're wrong." Her voice dropped, urgent, knowing. "Calyx isn't the only god with a grudge. He's just the first. Even if Sil is gone they'll seek their retribution from his people instead."

She looked at his contemplative face, and continued to drive her point home. "What do you think will happen when Quinn awakens and finds out his dearest friend, the only reason that he ever became your agent and promised to maintain the balance was allowed to perish by the hand of a celestial while you sat idley by and did nothing?" 

Mundus tilted his head slightly. "And what would you have me do?" 

"Give Sil back his power." 

The words hung in the void. 

Mundus stared at her, unreadable. "I cannot undo what was done." 

Bliss's pulse hammered. The threads of fate were tangling, twisting—too many variables, too much risk. 

And she couldn't afford failure now. The clock was ticking.

She stepped closer, voice lowering. Looking him dead pan in the face a spark glinted in her eyes. "Liar." 

Mundus blinked. 

Bliss's eyes burned with certainty. "You let him live, but you left him crippled. You let him stay on Earth, but you kept him weak. You let him keep fighting, but you stacked the deck against him." 

There was a pause. 

Then she whispered, "You did it on purpose." 

Mundus remained still, but the air around them shifted. 

Bliss pressed in. "You could have healed him. You could have given him back everything. But you didn't." She tilted her head. "Why, Mundus? Because deep down, you knew." 

He exhaled, long and slow. "Knew what?" 

"That Sil's powers bring restricted you could check another dangerous godslayer off your hit list, without risking anybody to do the dirty work. To heal Sil you gain the favor and appreciation of both Quinn and Sil, like they owe you one. While simultaneously neutralizing an immediate threat. If Quinn were to discover this." Bliss clicked her tongue against her teeth and shook her head with a grim look on her face.

There was a deafening silence. 

Bliss's heart pounded violently. 

Mundus closed his eyes, the infinite tides of time rippling around him. 

Then he opened them, and time shifted.