Tsukune opens his eyes. His mind was much clearer than it was before, math problems that seemed so difficult before now took him only a few moments, his issues with most subjects seem quite less of a problem now. As his mind is swarming with thoughts, it occurs to him that he hasn't breathed in a few minutes. He then takes a breath, but it offers him no relief. He then realizes that he doesn't feel the need to breathe. He feels for a pulse and finds his heart beating. How he doesn't know. As his thoughts begin to race ahead of himself, he feels a hand on his shoulder.

"Tsukune, how do you feel?" he hears. He turns to the voice and sees Urgathoa with her hand on his shoulder and her cloak back on.

Tsukune looks at his hands, nothing feels different touch-wise. He turns to her and says "I feel ok, I'm just overwhelmed. My thoughts are racing and I can't seem to gather them. I feel like a new person but at the same time I don't. Things that I never even thought about before are suddenly clear to me now." Tsukune rubs his temples and intentionally stops thinking for a moment. He then turns to Urgathoa. "I do have one question though."

Urgathoa looks at him and says, "You're wondering exactly what you are and why you don't look like the picture in the book. Am I right?" She pauses and enjoys Tsukune's shocked look.

Tsukune fumbles his words and says "Y…Yes! How did you know?"

Urgathoa responds, "I am a goddess Tsukune. I have been around the block a few times and know people's reactions to the turning." She then walks over to a wall with a picture with, what appeared to be, a levitating skeleton with scraps of flesh still hanging off of it. It has a cloak over itself, a staff in hand and purple hellfire dancing in his other hand. And its eye sockets are empty with red dots of light in the back. She continues with "The black vial of liquid was a bloodline spell. Injected straight into the blood it will form your body into a sorcerer of a particular bloodline, in your case, the undead bloodline.

Tsukune interjects with a "Wait so I was undead after the injection? So what did you do to me after that?"

Urgathoa glares at him, "Patience, Tsukune. I will tell you all of this momentarily. Just listen." She says as she continues. "It was only a bloodline to grant you power over the undead and to give you a few other powers. If I just turned you, you wouldn't have done me or yourself much good, it was the part of the transformation that gave you power. As for what you are. You, Tsukune, are a lich, same as this guy." She taps the photo with her knuckle.

Seeing a pause, Tsukune says, "But in the book, and in that picture, it is rotted away. Why am I…"

"Because that lich and this one are ancient," Said Urgathoa as she started walking around Tsukune. "You, however, are a fresh lich. And not only that, but liches can be as fresh as the day they were unborn, provided they continue to eat and drink. But most liches eventually find this to be more of a burden than a pleasure and after a couple decades," She pauses for a moment and rests her hands on his shoulders. "Eventually let their skin and flesh rot away. Your heart will continue to beat until the day your body dies."

Tsukune feels something fall into his palm. He brings it up to his eyes and it is the ring that part of his soul was put into.

"Guard that with everything that you have Tsukune. Your very existence depends on that. If that ring should be destroyed and your body along with it, you won't even exist anymore. Your consciousness will fade and you will be stuck in a place worse than Asmodeous's slave pit. IF…however the ring is destroyed, but not your body, it need not necessarily be your end. If it is destroyed, you will feel it. And when you feel it, you may start crafting another one. The process however, takes 50000 gold pieces worth of materials and ten days. So it is recommended to just keep this one safe."

Tsukune thinks about what she just told him, he is now one of the most powerful undead known to exist. It is a bittersweet feeling. He will live forever and be able to protect those he cares about. But at the same time, he might just have to live it.

Tsukune looks down at his hands again and realizes that he is still chained. He looks up at her and asks "Can you let me free?"

She nods and the shackles fall away. Tsukune rises to his feet and rubs his wrists, genuinely creeped out that his skeletal hand doesn't feel strange in any way.

He turns to her and bows. And then starts to speak "You are now my patron goddess. As a servant, what do you ask of me?"

Urgathoa looks at him, almost dumbfounded. "You read my book didn't you?" She then turns away from him and walks a few steps away." She then turns back to him. You don't need to do much. My tenants are few. They include assisting anyone who desires undeath but doesn't know how to obtain it. Just lead them to one of my churches. Second, have a feast once in awhile while you still have a body, or just overindulge in carnal desires. And third, spread a plague once in awhile. You should know a spell for that. And fourth, help your kin. That means if a vampire or other undead is discovered and you are aware of it, help them. And lastly…spread the faith."

Tsukune looks at her and asks "Is that all?"

Urgathoa looks back at him and says "Pretty much, yeah. Anything else you want to do is up to you."

Tsukune looks to the door and starts walking toward it. As he nears it, he turns to her one last time. "How do I cast a spell? I've never done it before."

Urgathoa doesn't even turn her head. "You know how. That's the difference between a sorcerer and a wizard. Sorcerers live and breathe what wizards study their entire lives devoting to learn. It is literally in your blood."

Tsukune thinks about it for a moment and realizes that he does indeed know how. He turns the doorknob. "Thanks again." And the door closes with a resounding thud.