159 A Deal for True Death (1/2)

Jack sent Joan off with the servants that arrived provided by Lucius and was closely followed by Eris.

Jack turned, as he walked through the corridors back to his room, and looked to Eris. He reached out and lifted her face with his hand to look up into his eyes.

”Princess Eris, return to your room for now. I will call you later to discuss... This...” Jack pointed to his rib cage identifying the heart that laid within.

”But I wish to follow you,” Eris spoke out against Jack's orders.

”Do not argue me. I have something I must do alone. Returned... Do not anger me, Eris.” Jack tried his best to be as stern with this crazy thing. He needed to send her away as soon as possible, as he had already exposed too much.

Eris nodded and turned to walk down a different corridor.

Jack watched her disappear around the corner, as he hurried quickly to his room.

He waved his hand as he approached his door, but nothing happened. Jack continued to approach, and by hand opened his door.

He closed the door behind him, and took two quick steps, as he fell to one knee.

[...Oh man... Am I dying again?!?] Jack wondered and exclaimed in his mind. Since he performed the ritual, the amounting fatigue continued to build, and his power seemed to continue to drain... At present, he couldn't connect with his god-soul, and he felt his own cultivation falling.

Jack fell onto his hip bone, as he slid himself to the side of his evening tomb on the floor, as he opened his laptop with his strength, and tossed it to the side.

”Tux...”

”Yes, Creator.”

”I remember you warned of a weakening from the ritual I performed... To what level are We talking weak, and I need estimated recovery time.”

”Reporting to Creator, Creator breached the veil into another world's section of the Plane of Death...”

”Tux, I need a simple example right now. Explain the rest later.”

”You have to pay the ferryman. The power you expended was the payment.” Tux resounded... sounding annoyed for being interrupted.

”Alright, how long does this last?”

”How fast can you replace it?” Tux counter questioned.

”...Cheeky bastard...” Jack spoke aloud.

Tux squeaked in acceptance.

Jack was too weak care about this strange interaction.

[I'm going to personally cultivate while Jordan gets those snappy prayers together.] Jack closed his vision, as he barely crossed his legs.

He followed the instructions he followed before in the tome, ”The Heretical Side of the Light,” as he made a small connection to the plane of light, and began to siphon power from it.

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Leslie glided to the front of a battered undead, flanked by two of her Silent Scream agents. It was a dark area, that was barely lit with anything save for a single piece of Glowstone, that hung from the ceiling, as it wobbled back and forth causing the Light to shift within the room.

The undead Leslie stared down was a male undead that had just been brought to the Black Prison of Deagoth. The prison used and only knew of by the Silent Scream agents and Leslie as the Shadow of Deagoth.

The male undead was a Zombie undead that looked worse for the wear, with his clothes half down, and multiple lacerations on his body. One could see that each of his fingers was smashed, and both of his legs were broken.

Leslie drifted in front of the male undead and used one of her sharp talons to lift the undead males head up to look at her.

”Merchant Stacy... What a fine Merchant you are! Age five hundred and thirty-nine. Currently married with two wives, but no children. Took over the business of your first wife at the age of Seventy-eight. Found cheating on your first wife, at the time only wife, five years later. Forced your wife to accept your mistress as your second wife.” Leslie retracted her talon, as she drifted behind him in a shadow, as she spoke again, ”One year afterward your first wife mysteriously disappeared, and the Officials of Undeath and Unlife were unable to convict due to lack of evidence. You then took full control of your first wife's business and her branch families' business at the age Eighty-five. It seems recently that you have thrown away pretense and forcibly married another woman after her longtime lover was killed accidentally during a shipping accident... It seems this case hasn't been sent to court just yet... Right? Merchant Stacy.”

Leslie drifted to his side when she noticed the stern face of her interrogated target. This male undead acted as though he didn't hear her. Leslie stretched out her arm, as she took one of her talons to cut off one of his ears with a flick of her wrist, ”I didn't seem like you were listening, so I got rid of one of these useless things.” The ear flew into the darkness of the room, as the light above swung back and forth to only illuminate it for brief seconds.” The male undead screamed as he attempted to cover hold the side of his head, that now bled black blood.

Thirty minutes later, Leslie came back to the male undead's face to speak again, ”We have run out of fingers and now two legs... There aren't many more appendages left before we run out of things to break. Honestly, I want you to keep resisting... I find it fun to think up which part to break, least you can tell me what I want to know.”

The male undead though regard heaving spat at Leslie, as the spittle went through her body to land on the floor behind her.