84 I Hur (1/2)

Lucius and Leslie were standing in the Palace square. Interestingly enough, Emily had seen the two walking out, and decided to tag along. She had no idea what was going on, but she seen the grim look on Leslie's face. One of the few things she found she liked about zombie were that she could tell what they were thinking by their expression.

Neither Lucius or Leslie questioned Emily's presence, which in turn made the tiny consort feel slightly warm.

They waited until they seen a group of Templars escorting a single carriage to the square. When the carriage arrived, a Templar opened the door.

Out stepped the Third Elder with a hunched posture, followed by his son, James. The Elder wore a black robe, that was cinched by a white sash. James Grimnight wore a suit similar to what Jordan wore, but this one was pure black. There was no one else with them.

They both bended knee, as they greeted.

”Grand Minister Lucius. Consort... Leslie. It favors us greatly that you are willing to meet us.” The Third Elder said humbly, as both he and his son looked up. It was only at this moment that they see the small hill of skulls that was the Monument of Shame.

The Third Elder rattled slightly, as his son began to sweat slightly across his brow. In a rare instance, the two of them had the same thought cross their mind, [[The abyss happened, while we were traveling!?]]

Lucius gestured, ”I am glad you decided to visit us, and by your expression, I can see you have met with our Kingdom's Monument of Shame.”

Lucius gestured behind him.

”Ah, yes. It is... Unique.” The Third Elder spoke.

”So, tell me, Grimnight. How do I address you?” Lucius looked deeply at the Third Elder.

”Grand Minister can call this little one, Gordon.” The Third Elder didn't give a Title, and only his first name. He showed to all present that he didn't put on any airs.

”Gordon. Gordon. Gordon... It is good you come with such intentions, but I must ask... Why come at all?” Lucius questioned with an authoritative tone, that didn't betray the leader of the faith.

”We wish to meet The Holy Witch King to ask for asylum from the foolishness of our Clan.” Both Lucius and James bowed.

”Well, there is a few problems with this.”

Both the Third Elder and James were full of question marks.

”First off... There is no Holy Witch King. There is only the God-King of the Undead.”

[No Holy Witch King??? What the hell happened!?] It was rare for undead to refer to hell, as hell was another part of the Underworld that was inhabited by demons and devils. These were the natural enemies of the Undead.

”Second of all, the God-King is currently behind closed doors cultivating, so he isn't able to pass judgement.”

[Closed doors?]

”Until he has returned, I am one of the few in charge. As my charge of the church, I can see if I have a place for you, but it will require much from you.” Lucius continued.

”If this provides us with a path to salvation, then nothing is out of the question.” The Third Elder spoke with purpose.

”It is interesting that you say salvation, as that is exactly what I am referring to...” Lucius spoke mysteriously.

Leslie and Emily stood silently to the side as they gazed upon the two Grimnights. Of course, the Two Grimnight's seen these two ladies. They both knew who Leslie was, even if it had been hundreds of years sense they last seen her. She was wearing a long black Qipao that was embroidered with the Angel of Death. Around her middle was a large white sash that wrapped into a bow in the back. The Third Elder could only think that the Consort of the Kingdom was allowed to wear images of the Angel of death, but they weren't sure how the little girl was at all. The little girl was a cute skeletal undead, that wore a long black silk dress, that showed her mid riff, as her spine descended to her waist. Most eye catching to him, was that her hair was long and white. It was rare to him to see a Skeletal undead lady with hair. They didn't even know why a little girl would be present... Was she Leslie's daughter? Wasn't that too fast to have children with The Holy Witch King?

”Speak, so that we may follow.” While the Third Elder was full of questions, he wouldn't let him pass this chance to save his clan.

”What happened in the Grimnight clan to cause you to be here?” This was the question that Leslie wanted to know, thankfully asked by Lucius.

”The First and Second Elders have decided to break from Deagoth and leave for Stonedge betraying the Kingdom. The Clan Head agreed. By now, they should have been in Stonedge already.” The Third Elder spoke, not meeting their gaze again.

”That's alright. The Grimnight Clan Head has been detained by our Warmarshal. I will admit that the other two you spoke of, have made it to Stonedge. We had first thought it was you as well. This brings me to my next question. What made you decided to come to the God-King.” Lucius continued.

”...We have brought our part of the clan, and we wish to throw ourselves at his Grace's mercy.”

”You wish to seek the Master of the Undead's favor? Bold.” Lucius spoke without hesitation.

[Master of the Undead!?] Both Grimnights had no idea what happened while they were out of contact, but something major happened. They did remember seeing the gold light in the sky, and then last week their Glow Stone lamps went out, plunging them into darkness. Did that have anything to do with this?

”We see no other path of survival. We would never betray the Holy Kingdom of Deagoth.”

”It is good you feel this way, as betraying Deagoth is betraying the God-King.” Lucius nodded, before continuing, ”I will make a place for you. It would be best that you speak with prophet Lightborn. You should convert to the Faith of the God-King, and await his judgement, once he descends.”

[What happened to the Faith of Deagoth??????] The Third Elder was so confused, his skull felt like splitting, but he didn't argue.

”Templars! See that this clan is given a compound stay within the city. Guarded.” Lucius spoke aloud the orders.

He looked back to the two Grimnights, ”May the God-King have mercy on your undead souls.”