Hidden imouto, striking golem!
Expositions on madness, and tanned leather.
the Necropolis
He loathed them so, so, so much.
Speaking with the Council of the Undead Legions (CUL) had exhausted his energy and patience yesterday. Luckily, it was on that day the final code had activated. This was undoubtedly related to that winged bitch Derualla's invasion of Lescatie, . Not that Lescatie's fall would hinder his search.
On the contrary. With one of their greatest anti-monster cities taken, the Order would be busy sieging castles, burning prisoners, and doing sacraments. Not only that, but the Chief god herself would be scrambling the angels, and she was far from omnipotent. While those swine were busy, he'd be free to find the final vessel, and tear his code from his soul. Just one more might be enough...
"Brother...?
The cloaked necromancer grudgingly pried his eyes open, and pushed open the lid to his great golden sarcophagus. He sat up, and arched his back so far as to touch his leather pillow with his unkempt hair. He breathed in the smell of damp and lupis shroom from the crypt's atmosphere. His gaze adjusted to the gloom, lightened only by the glow of the moon from a grate several stories up. His poisonous glare softened into a complacent smile at the sight of the zombie before him.
She was his height, with dirt-speckled black locks held in 3 shoulder length ponytails, tied by small gold rings. Despite it being covered in bandages, the face was obviously round and pleasant. What could be seen was a pair of eyes in the same silver shade as the boy in the coffin, though slightly off. The rest of her body was swathed in a black tunic that reached all the way to her ankles, and was cinched at the waist by a cord of blonde hair. The pallid skin on her right (and only) arm betrayed her status as undead.
"Surgere et niteo!" The bandaged zombie spoke in a singsong voice. "You promised the CUL that we'd be heading out for the vessel before sunrise! Plus, I'm bored of the Necropolis." The one-armed zombie gave as much of a pout as she was physically able through her wrappings.
Anpu simply chuckled as he leapt out of the gilded box, just as a shadowy apparition descended from above, blocking out the moon's light and casting a chilling shadow over the siblings.
"Eeeiiihhh!" The zombie let out a decidedly unzombie-ish shriek.
Anpu's face fell. "Greetings, Mortella. I assume you want me to get ready as well?"
Before the nude, save for her standard issue (non-functional)lich modesty cloak, Mortella could reply, the zombie went into rant mode.
"BRRRROOOOOTHHHEEEEEEERRR." she started. "Tell her to stop doing that! It's scary! Plus mean. Just because she's undead doesn't mean she has to be all, 'Look at me! I'm an evil necromantress floating down from the ceiling! I've got death magic and...'"
It took an incredible force of will to maintain his false stoic expression as he listened to the rant. Every other word was punctuated by emphatic arm pumps, wildly flailing arms, and accusing pointing fingers at the sullen lich. Personally, he thought Mortella's little act was nice. Oh well. He should better stop her rant before she accidentally hits the sarcophagus, or a mushroom-there spores took forever to extricate from zombie flesh, especially demon mushrooms like the lupis mushroom, especially when Haqi refused to sit still. Wait, what was she saying? He must've been in deep thought.
"...let me pack! She says I'm not allowed to come because it's too dangerous! Can you believe that? As if-"
"You cannot journey with us, Haqi. It's too danger-"
" No way Anpu! I refuse to let my brother hunt after a crazy city burning human for my sake, especially with that rotting slu-"
"HAQIKAH!" Anpu bellowed. That shut her up. He was truly upset to use her full name, not to mention yell at her.
Seeing the beginnings of tears on his sister's face, he tried to placate her. "Haqi, you are strong. Very strong, compared to your old form, but far from invincible. To even keep your ka from fleeing this world was difficult to accomplish. Even if you are more truly alive than any other zombie, you are just as destructible; more so, since only you can truly die." He paused to make sure she was listening, and continued." I'd love to bring you along, and watch over you. But, it is simply too risky a situation. Even if the Demon lord's hordes and the Order of the Chief god are too busy to attack, there are still the fallen codes. Besides, being near that rutting mutt and his harem will limit my awareness, and lessen my ability to protect you, and I refuse to let you die again."
The last words were spoken with such force, even Haqi became focused. Not one to lose gracefully, she tried one last argument. "Okay, okay. But if I'm not allowed to hang around the big scary Order controlled lands and stuff, why is Mortella allowed to? And aren't you allies with the Chief god anyway?"
Anpu sighed. "The Chief 'god' has no allies, only subordinates. We simply act as her subordinates, but our plans greatly contradict hers." He let a wicked grin stretch across his face." The Chief god gives us information regarding the Order's movements so we can covertly 'serve' her-"
"Meaning hunt and kill other monsters?"
"-without letting her fanatics know she has sanctioned the existence of three heretics." He finished without missing a beat. "Us three will work for the Chief god for as long as our act holds up. In the end, both her and the Demon lord shall have their both their kas and bas extinguished. As for why Mortella can come, I don't care for her as much as I do you, and can afford for her to be in danger."
"Hmmmm... I can live, I mean, un-live with that!" Haqikah smugly cocked her head, and dashed off into the catacombs/subterranean apartment complex.
Anpu had to wait at the edge of the Necropolis for his fellow vessel. The Necropolis was at the feet of El Mundo dé día, the mountain of day.
The mountain of day was one of a chain of mountains that reached into the ocean. The Mountain of Day was simply the only one on the mainland. It was named so because of the walls of crystals within, and how they reacted to light. It was once a quarry for esoteric crystals, but was altered into a Demon realm to defend itself from miners who were tearing down the forest. They left the mountain with a deforested Western face. Ships coming to port would see the sunset reflected in the crystals, and moonlight refracted around the mountain created perpetual day.
Anpu was on the opposite side of the mountain, and waited for Coyote near the base of the Eastern side. While Mortella had situated herself on the shore of a river several yards away to read her copy of Sanguine et Aurum volume IIV, He sat on his sarcophagus holding a long white bone instrument. The spike had two serrated edges that ended halfway to the bottom end. The top end was looped, with two other spikes sprouting out to form right angles With the main body. Within the small knot of bone was a triangular shard of gold. The entire apparatus bore a ballpark resemblance to an ankh, the ancient symbol for life.
He twirled the key like a baton, plotting how to use it. He knew how to. All he had to do was focus his necromancy through it, and cast his spells. According to the Chief god (and his own personal sources), he could manifest his code as a magical force, and more permanently affect the world than by throwing by simply empowering his magic through the code. If enough all 7 were collected in one place for a common purpose, what would be the result of such a union of powers?
For that matter, what the hell was the final code!? His was Re genesis, the ability to create zombies more powerful than normal, and even regenerate lost limbs. He knew Coyote's was Primal, and that Easterner wielded a code that was able to affect energy. Or maybe motion. For all he knew, it was the water itself that he controlled, the air around, or simply stopped time! He was confident that the Primus was...
"GGGRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAHHOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
'What the grave rot?'
Anpu Anum just barely dodged the tanned brown beast that was Diego Coyote, the vessel of instinct. The shirtless wild man landed directly next to Mortella, clad only in a loincloth and tights made out of the same kind of leather as people like Anum used for their pillows. He cackled maniacally, and howled at the moon in bliss.
"MMMOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
'Again!? How the hell-"
The grave robber barely ducked in time to dodge another errant missile on a vine. This one landed right in the tree adjacent to him. She was a tall minotaur, with pure white, flat tipped horns that looked like handlebars. Her skin was a darker shade of bronze than Diego, but not as muscled. She was unclothed, and drew modesty from her shaggy black fur that covered most of her upper chest, nether lips, ass, and legs. She was staring at him like he'd stare at a cadaver, which was how monster girls looked at most men.
Anpu growled at the beast man as he sauntered over. His smell was an overpowering mix of musk, wet dog, and a parakeet nest that had been marked by an over enthusiastic Dalmatian. There was also a not so subtle hint of blood, as if the parakeet had been in residence during aforementioned marking.
"Hola, Maestro dé muerte! El Rey Depredadora has arrived!" Coyote stared down at the prone vessel, who looked up with undisguised loathing. Fortunately, The hunter was apparently unable to detect the massive aves of KI coming off the small caster. "Here friend, let me help you-" a pained expression suddenly crossed his face, and he jumped away from his fellow like a spooked cat. The so called 'Death master' had almost got nicked by the steel hard horns of the minotaur, and had rolled into a patch of bright green leaves. Given his allies phobic reaction to them, their pointed leaves, and the unpleasant tingling sensation down south, it was poison ivy.
"Speak, and die mutt." Anpu pushed off with the key, and shakily got to his feet. He glared at the pair of ferals. "Well?" he asked. "Did you bring your key?"
Diego flashed a slasher grin, and put on a metal mask. The mask only covered his mouth and nose, like a bandana, and looked like a mouth full of golden daggers. "Do we really require to wear this thing? I can't even eat out my sweet Isabelle!" He scratched his crotch like someone else would scratch their head. "What's the point anyway?"
Anpu swallowed some choice curses, and sighed in defeat. "First off, yes; your normal abilities boost your senses and give you false clairvoyance. If we want to find this guy, you must use the power of your code, focused by your key, to gain true sight beyond sight. Besides, I only understand enough of your language to give the kill order to zombies. Your magically enhanced instinct has given you the power of human language now, not just beast."
Diego snorted, and the necromancer continued. "And two,and this is important, we must use all seven keys with all seven of the codes that fell from Olympus to access the Pillar of Creation." And to control the Pillar of Creation, the root of all knowledge that told the world the way to be, would be akin to godhood. Maybe even surpass it.
Since the mutt seemed generally interested, if a bit confused, he threw him a bone(though he'd never waste a real bone on the mutt). "Okay, who wants to hear a story?" He began.
"Story time!?" In tandem, both monster and vessel dropped in front of Anpu on hands and knees. Their tongues hung outside their mouths, drool pooling in anticipation. Even Mortella serenely glided in front of the storyteller, legs crossed on air.
He cleared his throat, and began the tale of the Demon Lord. "The current Demon Lord is a kind of succubus. Oddly enough, she fell in love with a human permanently. She wished to become the ruler so all monsters could experience similar joy. In her conquest of the monster world, and attempt to pacify the monsters, the current Demon Lord had launched an invasion on the Pillar of Creation, while the Fallen god had stolen the 7 keys that bound its power. Their plan was to take the Pillar, rewrite the world in the succubus's lascivious image, and seal the Pillar in Pandemonium away from the Chief god. However, it had backfired." He grinned as his audience tensed up in anticipation.
"The chief god discovered the plan when a lowly imp betrayed the Demon Lord and went to the Chief god to plead for mercy and sanctum. To stop the Demon lord, she herself entered the pillar by literally bulldozing through an army of monsters, moments after the succubus entered. The Pillar reject both the Demon Lord and Chief god after they both entered the Pillar. Their conflicting realities had caused a major malfunction. The monsters were mutated, and are still mutating, as the Demon Lord desired. But, they are still unable to successfully interbreed with humans."
"The pillar itself disappeared into its own dimension, only accessible by the seven keys. They were destroyed by an angel long ago who had attempted to stop the Fallen god's treachery. However, the First god, progenitor of both deities, monsters, and humans had created a failsafe. The shards of the keys had been regenerating for all those years by feeding off of the mana pool called Earth. Their codes however, were scattered and broken among humanity. Passed along bloodlines until they were able to activate in a destined heir." He looked emphatically at the one in front of him, who had moved to a more comfortable kneeling position. Isabelle ate some grass.
"Each code connects their respective key to PillarWorld. Each one also has a shard of the reality-altering power of their source, the legendary Pillar of Creation. The instinct code, the rebirth code, the entropy code, and..." He trailed off.
"What! What are the others!" Diego had gone berserk.
Excellent.
Anpu shrugged. "To find that out, we must capture the other codes. Our ally has a mostly indecipherable code, but we could hunt down the new-"
"STOP!" Diego bellowed. "You had me," his voice became low and gravelly, like a lion's roar, "at hunt. Now, let us vamos!"
Anpu chucled as he muttered a short death spell to kill his rash. This trip may not be so boring after all.
Francisca hummed quietly to herself, soaking in the madness. On her left was lesser succubus, dazed in numbing bliss as both her ends were violently filled fully by the once devout disciples of the Chief god. On her right was a thick mass of tentacle girls, bunched up so tight that she couldn't tell who was fucking who.
And so was the night court of Lescatie.
To be honest, they could all asphyxiate for all she cared. Her Tobi was out there somewhere, lost, confused, and in danger of donating his sweet sweet ejaculation to some random sperm dumpster! And it was all that horny wolf's fault. She really should think up a-ah! Now she remembered why she had so many tentacles in here.
She leaned forward, and squinted to see deeper through the nest of thinking plants, and into the pleading eyes of Alleyne the werewolf.
Francisca got back to thinking. As much as she wanted to stuff the half elf's holes until she burst like a cherry, she probably needed her. Alleyne had a will to shudder in Tobi's warm embrace that almost rivaled Francisca's own. Her nose would be invaluable.
On the other hand, what would keep the demon bitch from trying to seduce him? She had tried it once, and that's how they ended up in this mess. Before her Prince Charming could come to her tower, and show her around his tower, fate intervened in the form of a slavering mutt in heat. No, she would have to send...Sasha. Perfect! They're both obsessed with Tobi, but they'll never get along long enough to split him.
And to make sure, she'd send in Gryffon. Despite being fucked into a full blown incubus by Miltie and Wilmarina, not to mention that snake war leader, he was still uptight. Still painfully professional, and still obsessed with Tobi's well being. He'd probably want to turn Tobi himself if he weren't a dude, and, you know; Francisca called him first.
With those three...
"Francisca! We've got a problem."
Francisca was shaken from her musings. "Gryffon? Report!" She had sent them to recover what was left of Tobi's lab. She wanted to be professional about this search. She also wanted physical proof that Tobi was still planning on rescuing her.
The siege engine said enough.
Gryffon's face appeared on a circular green disc in midair before her. "While unearthing my brother's facility, something emerged. It moved to fast to see, knocked out Wilmarina in one blow, and dove into the forest. That was half an hour ago."
Francisca was feeling peeved. "And?"
He cleared his throat. "We sent a squad of fifteen werewolves to hunt and capture the subject immediately afterwards. The sounds we heard allowed us to discerne a greater struggle than there should've been given the lycan forces, and so we investigated the...aftermath."
The disc backed up, and panned out to display the wreckage. Francisca furrowed her brow; all she saw were stupid wolves presenting their vaginas! Hold the phone. The skin on their butts looked like...
"Tanned Leather?" Francisca could barely believe it.m
the screen once again displayed Gryffon's visage. "Investigation of the facility indicates Tobi stacked three different paladin level seals against whatever he left behind." He let Francisca realize the gravity of the statement. One such seal could theoretically hold down a lilim. But overlaying them multiplies their power, as well as the difficulty of winding them together.
"We also had a medical examination of the werewolves. It seems something repeatedly slammed into their butyocks with enough force to bruise their skin into leather, and damaged their spines." Francisca gulped. She did not like this report at all. "Though most are breathing, several have been," Gryffon had to breathe in before contonuing, "humped to death. They died with smiles on their faces, if it's any consolation."
