Wholly Undead 135 No More Blood Left To Bleed

"How did you get back from Zitergall, so quickly?" The King asked, uncertainly.

"Many... Many undead steeds were sacrificed. I have returned as Obsignator Jacob, Messenger of the G.o.d-King of Deagoth." Jacob spoke still bended on knee.

"What!?" The King yelled... He had just said there were no G.o.ds here, and then this loser rolled into his hall.

"OOooOoooh?" A seductive sound nipped at all the minds of the undead present, even though that were not male...

A few steps forward, and the Princess leaned down to look at Jacobs face, her cleavage in full view of Jacob, "Obsignator Jacob is it? Tell me about your G.o.d-King."

Jacob swallowed hard looking at the amble flesh in front of him, though he was a geist that preferred skeletal women, he couldn't help himself from admiring the view.

He then looked to the King. The King then turned and seated himself and nodded to Jacob. Jacob then told everything that happened in Zitergall. The war, the battles, who died, who went missing, the appearance of the G.o.d-King, his words, and finally... The G.o.d-King's wrath."

"Nonsense!" A zombie Official of the court stood out to reprimand Jacob.

"We seen him in the sky, but that doesn't make him a G.o.d! At best it was a simple light show!" The Official said with a smug smile.

Princess Violet caught sight of the blood princess' expression... She would not intervene on this stupid Officials behalf. Who told him to b.u.t.t in at the wrong time?

Eris stood up to look at this Official, and spoke to him directly, disregarding the King completely, "What did you say about my G.o.d?"

Black sweat beaded up on the zombie Officials brow, as he wondered why this visitor acted out in the King's royal hall.

"You still have blood in your body, don't you?" The princess asked in a strange way, as she tilted her head to smile widely.

Her hands danced in the air as she muttered words the others couldn't understand, and soon the Official that mouthed off... stopped speaking.

The court watched, as his black blood seeped from his skin. It didn't drip onto the floor, but cover ever centimeter of the Official, even his clothes. The princess made an open hand, as she waved to herself. The stiff black b.l.o.o.d.y official lifted into the air, and over to her.

She looked around from left to right, and then back to the King, "Your servant has blasphemy my G.o.d."

Princess Eris made a fist, and the black blood membrane holding the Official collapse inward with an otherworldly sound. A sound rustling, cracking, grinding, and wretch snapping, until a smooth shiny ball of black blood remained in the air.

With a wave of her hands, the black ball of blood fell to the ground, as it landed dully. It was solid and rolled slightly in place a few steps behind her.

"No one... Blasphemies my G.o.d." A crazy murderous look flashed in Eris's eyes, as she looked around this s.h.i.t hole.

Princess Eris hunched, and quickly pulled out a napkin and coughed a few times into it. She looked down to see that her blood had turned a slight pink color. No longer the vibrant red it was days ago...

[Soon, I won't last... I gave to much blood.] Eris thought to herself, as she smiled again.

With this same smile, she put her napkin back, as she turned to face Jacob.

"Obsignator Jacob, would you be so kind as to guide me to your G.o.d." Princess Eris looked deeply at Jacob, as Jacob seen the swirls of madness and l.u.s.t in her eyes... He shivered without thinking.

"Of-Of course!"

"HOLD IT!" The King of Jakahn rose again.

"It will take days to leave here to go to... Deagoth. We can see you are weak and need rest. Stay here and rest. We will work on remedies for your illness. We can do much to benefit each other." The King had totally disregarded his servant that was crushed into a blood ball.

The princess tilted her head again as she looked at the King, then to Princess Violet. Princess Violet was about to speak up, when Eris spoke first, "Obsignator."

"Y-yes, your highness." Even Jacob knew to address this woman with respect, as he lowered his eyes. Looking at her gave him hot feelings, he wished he didn't have...

"How far is it to where my G.o.d resides?"

"The G.o.d-King stays within the Holy Kingdom of Deagoth, in his Capital City of Saigunrai. It would take us two months to get there by caravan... Ah, two weeks if it was one person sacrificing their steeds to continuously run.

"Two months? I don't have time for two months... Say, Obsignator... Is Jakahn actually enemies with the G.o.d-King."

All gazes in the room fell to Jacob... Everyone that wasn't stupid knew his next words would spark this crazy woman if spoken wrong... Worst of all the King couldn't figure out how strong of a Cultivator she was... While everyone waited for this moment, Princess Violet motioned her father, the King.

The King descended from his Throne, and they both left through a secret door, as no one noticed them, as everyone was focused on Jacob.

Jacob looked to the throne to see it vacant... He was abandoned... Then he would abandon Jakahn!

"YES, PRINCESS! THESE PEOPLE DO NOT GIVE FAITH TO THE G.o.d-KING! YOU HEARD THE DISRESPECT EARILER OUT OF THESE WIND BAG OFFICALS!" Jacob roared. He hated these old f.u.c.ks, the Officials of Jakahn. Many times, he could fix issues with a bit of military power, but they were too focused on profit and the ear of the King to allow him.

"They have?!?"

"GREAT!" The princess clapped her hands together, as she looked to her captain who had been silent this entire time.

"Good Captain, please create the Blood Bat Seal here, we have enough blood with these zombies... The skeletal ones should just be destroyed."

"You heard the princess, boys! Kill'em all and let the Creator sort'em out!" A wide smile formed on all the crewmen at this word. These Vampires had been cooped up on a ship for a while... They would enjoy bloodshed again, as they jumped into the groups of Officials like wolfs in a flock of sheep. Each tearing the Officials apart, leaving others with sliced throats to spill messy black blood on the red carpet of the Royal hall... The skeletal undead were dismantled limb from limb, as their screams etched into the minds of the remaining undead that fled.

Captain Fairfield took his side sword, and ripped the robe from a dead Official, and created a make shift brush. The other crew me pulled back the red Carpet to give plenty of room on the marble floor.

The Captain began to draw elaborate runes, sigils, and summoning circles within each circle.

Jacob watched in horror as his countrymen were wholesale slaughtered... They were slaughtered not as warriors... But as live stock. It made him feel sick in his soul, but some strange feeling of happiness budded as well, seeing those b.a.s.t.a.r.ds meet true death. He came to the side of the princess and kneeled again. He didn't dare to offend this woman, while the woman in question, Princess Eris cough again into her napkin.

[It's getting paler in color...] She thought.

"How much longer before We can summon the Blood Bats?"

"I'm almost done... With the blood of these cattle, I'd say We can have it done in a few hours. They won't be as strong as the blood slaves, but black blood is better than no blood."

"Is it an issue of quant.i.ty or quality?"

"Even if We took a million zombies to make this, it's not going to help. Black Blood just isn't going to cut it. We need blood with life."

Watching the Captain back off from the giant runescape made on the floor, he nodded in satisfaction at his work. This was his best work yet!

The princess watched, as the fallen zombies were dragged over, and their necks spilling blood into the runescape. Those that weren't bleeding, were nicked in the throat where the carotid artery descends into the body, causing the blood to spill faster, like pigs being drained of blood for meat, as the zombie bodies were through to the side, discarded like trash.

The princess remained silent, as she took a few steps forward, and took his ceremonial dagger, and sliced her wrist. She turned palm over, as the Captain yelled behind her, "NOOOOOOOO! PLEASE, CREATOR, NO!"

She squeezed her hands a few times, but nothing came out. In anger, she slashed three more times, and used her other hand to squeeze around her arm, until a few drops of bright crimson blood dripped into the maroon colored runes on the floor shined with a baleful light.

Satisfied, she took a few steps back, but she stumbled to fall, as the captain held her up, and steadied her on her feet.

The captain wanted to say something, but what was done was done, so he remained silent.

Eris licked the wounds on her arms and savored the filling of the cuts she had made. It would take days for these to heal with her current condition, maybe a month...

The crimson blood worked its way within the black ma.s.s of blood... The runes were set, and the ritual began... Soon, the legendary Blood Bats of Alucard would ride north to Deagoth... To her G.o.d.

"My G.o.d... Save your pet." Eris coughed into her napkin, but this time... It was only clear plasma.