In the middle of a dark forest, a beautiful red Napoleon III table with its chairs rests on the fresh forest humus, the moonlight illuminates the clearing when two individuals arrive, shake hands, and sit down.
Spirit of Blood: "I am the spirit of blood, my goal like any other spirit is to collect as much biocapital as possible by using humans as a vector.
I exchange my knowledge in hematology and my skills in hematomancy for biocapital in the form of money, technology, scientists, engineers, or sometimes organs.
I am here to file a complaint against the superhuman named Vati for industrial espionage and plagiarism.
I don't know when and how, but he managed to steal part of my research for personal use without compensating me for my work.
That's why I demand not only to know how he managed to steal my research but also compensation in the form of biocapital equivalent to five times the amount of time he used.
If my conditions are not met, I will declare war on Vati and all his supporters.
I think these are honest requirements. "
Terpsichore: "... I see. Unfortunately, we have no intention of favorably responding to your request, sir.
Indeed, you have no evidence other than a vague feeling of resemblance between your power and that of my boss.
Hohoho
And on top of that, I did some research on you, and according to your reputation, you are one of the weakest minds that exist.
So I think you just found a weak victim to harass into working for you.
Pathetic ! So if I were you, I would go home and stop bothering the wrong people at the risk of serious repercussions !"
Spirit of blood: "..."
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Vati: "So, how was it ?"
Terpsichore: "he declares war on us"
"Seriously ! Aren't there any requests ?"
"Yes, but they were all far-fetched and unfeasible. Don't worry, Mom, now I'm strong. I will reduce him to crumbs."
...
Gore Island is an island known for its red soil and rocks. Formerly a mining site, its extreme industrialization contaminated the soil with an enormous amount of iron, ultimately reducing the fauna and flora, but it was a necessary evil to feed the island's poor inhabitants.
After the closure of the mining site, the inhabitants, having no work, decided to return to their agricultural activities. Unfortunately, the heavily polluted soil now prevented any possible agriculture.
A few years later, the island no longer had any inhabitants; indeed, it was emptied of human presence either through immigration or death from disease or famine. Of course, before that happened, some organizations collected donations to help the population, but the embezzlement of funds and the successive bribes at all levels of the organization left only a meager sum for the people truly in need.
Man is weak and nature is strong, yet man is stronger than nature.
Nature found a way; the island, decades later, is covered with a dense forest, ideal for the thousands of birds that come to nest there.
And Man returned, he bought this Island but now it is richer humans who come to spend time here, walk in the forest, observe the birds, and collect the red stones so emblematic of the island.
Even though in reality they are just pieces of rock polluted by oxidized iron, the biocapital feeds on everything, even its own waste.
Today the island is empty, only four individuals are present, and the ambition of Man will once again destroy it.
Vati: "go and Terpsichore"
Vati stood proudly in the middle of his two subordinates. He was wearing a black t-shirt with a black leather jacket.
Laura to her left was in a dress on her wheelchair, her expression was resigned but at the same time determined.
Terpsichore, on the other hand, expressed nothing outwardly, but in his mind, he felt he was in his place. He had found the purpose of his existence. To be the right hand of the being who gave him life and to fight any enemy regardless of their power, for the ascension of his MOTHER.
The island is the possession of the spirit of blood, or rather the possession of an extremely rich old man who only lives thanks to regular blood transfusions. His life depends on blood, so his life depends on the spirit of blood.
Terpsichore ventures into the forest without any fear; he knew the plan and he knew his role. He simply has to defeat the blood spirit, and if he doesn't succeed, Vati and Laura will have to implement their secret plan.
Several kilometers still separated them, but their auras would eventually touch.
he is alone
They said and headed at full speed towards their opponent.
Closer, closer, even closer to finally touch each other.
White flashes followed by multiple explosions as if struck by lightning spread through the forest, uprooting trees and digging immense craters.
This continued until dawn.
Vati and Laura were present, always so focused.
Terpsichore and the spirit of blood, despite all the psychic energy they had expended, showed no weakness.
"Don't you still want to give me what I deserve ?"
"What are you talking about ? Why should I endure the conditions of someone weaker than me !?
It's you who should give up. The more you keep fighting, the more you lose the biocapital you have carefully accumulated.
And even if I lose, it will only be assured mutual destruction, because you will be weakened enough for any spirit to eliminate you !"
"..... Ha... Haha..hahaha this role-play situation is really very funny.
Normally, I don't like to fight, I prefer trade. But I got caught up in the game because you intrigued me, I thought you were also a spirit, so I wondered why you were under the orders of a human.
I was bored, so I wanted to uncover the mystery of your group.
Finally, I'm no longer interested, this information won't make me stronger than I already am, so goodbye."
BOOM!
Laura: "What the hell is this!?"
Vati: "I think we've gone even more astray than we thought."
With wide eyes, both had their heads raised towards a vision of horror.
The smell of blood was so dense that it formed a scarlet vaporous cloud covering the forest. Far above the treetops, a colossal figure writhes, shaking the ground.
Grrrrrrrrrrrrr
A scarlet red monster resembling a horned devil caterpillar several kilometers long advances and burrows into the ground. Terpsichore was thrown hundreds of meters into the air when the creature attacked him again, unable to do anything.
Terpsichore on the ground lifts his head to see the enormous jaws with vampiric teeth right next to him.
"How did you become so strong?"
"ssshhhhh you have no idea how much blood controls the world. Unlike my peers, I don't have to actively work to obtain biocapital.
At every moment, millions of blood tests are being performed, generating billions of dollars from this action. Millions of people, companies, patients, doctors, researchers, and engineers are using their brains to make the blood biocapital grow.
Each of these actions is an offering in my name, I am not a weak spirit, Terpsichore.
I am the most powerful spirit in the world !"
* tremor *