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ERMAHGERBIL yet ANOTHER chapter? Yep. It's not as long as the last one and I had more time on my hands than I thought so yeah.
Oh ye of little faith you wound me. I know someone unfollowed.. But oh well, your call. I woulda had 120 follows by now though if you hadn't, meanie. *pout*
Better than what could have happened. Every time I post a chapter and then disappear for a bit, when I come back to check the numbers and reviews I always get some kind of nervous.. Everyone has pretty much liked all my work so far so I think it's just anticipation jitters. Kinda worries me I haven't had some jag just come along flaming/trolling me yet. I'm either a good writer or still under the radar.. Either way, I appreciate you guys for tagging along!
For those still around, congratulations! This story has now become my new best seller, beating out Grapefruit and Icecream in just about every field! Also it's raining like panthers and wolves out here. Maybe we'll close early and I can get some extra writing done.
By the way, listened to the Fright Song from Monster High for the first time a few days ago. Was on a list of songs a friend sent me to play on the ride. For what it is, catchy as heck.
Now to write on the reviews.
At Fate-chan2015: Forget hype train or even hype ship. This volume it's gonna be a HYPE CATTLEBRUISER. I mean battlecruiser. StarCraft thing.
At RealTerminal: Not to be confused with FakeTerminal or R34lT3rm1n4l? Yeah she tried that on those Greek goddesses along with decapitation. Didn't work so well. That said I am a big Buffy (and maybe a Sarah Michelle Gellar) fan. That scenario is explained in this chapter.
At Ralph: I find that hilarious.
..Oh don't get me wrong, I respect your opinion and I'm not bashing it. It's just that personally I LOVE the art style. It's so.. Unique. Something about it draws me in.
At Andilite: She's just a simple soul, maybe she can throw something at her? Possession in this AU at least.. It's not as simple as just popping inside and bodyjacking. Plus Natasha kinda sealed up the mirror. That said somethin's gonna happen. Heh, yeah. I always censor spoilers. Just in case out of respect for the readers.
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Today, two people passing by one of my rides recognized This Will Be The Day when it was playing on my Shrapnel. We talked about RWBY for a bit, that was fun. People have recognized me playing Fairy Tail music or my custom airbrush Fairy Tail/Sabertooth guild logos hoodie but that was a first. Also fuuuuuuuudge. This roulette wheel is gonna spin until I actually finish this thing and it gets locked in. Suddenly I'm feeling both my Advance Wars x RWBY crossover and another little Ladybug piece. I haven't done Ladybug yet.. Hrm. What to write next?
So. Who's ready for this story to arc back towards a more positive light? I should just leave y'all in suspense for a week or two but eh, I'm not that gawdawful evil.
This was by far the worst hangover he ever awoke from. At least that's what it felt like. With a throbbing in his head he sat upright and felt around for his sword. Wasn't on his back or leaning against the bed next to him. Wait a minute.. This wasn't his bed. Too hard and too cold. Plus something totally reeked and it wasn't alcohol.
He came to full awareness when the overpowering stench of death and blood hit his rather sensitive nose, eyes widening in surprise. Was he in a cav- King Adam, Raven's call, the vampire girl, it all came back in a flash and as Rave looked ahead he was on his feet even quicker.
Weiss was laying on the ground, eyes closed and unmoving as someone in black robes began to walk away. Her body was so still he couldn't even tell if she was still breathing or not. It was easy to infer that she'd been killed by whoever that person was and with a defiant growl he shouted after them.
"HEY."
They paused. So it seemed the weredog still lived. Oh well, disposing of him would be a simple task the priest thought to himself as he put his hands together in prayer. Demonic essence issued forth from his being and spiraled around him, beginning to form another layer over it with the shape of horns and spikes beginning to mold.
"Why do I always get the freakjobs.." Run for his sword or try to handle this one as he was? Rave wasn't sure if either was a wise idea but he disliked the idea of taking his eyes from whatever that thing was more, even for a second or two.
"You should have stayed down, or perhaps avoided this place altogether. How unfortunate, but take solace in the fact I will guide your soul into the afterlife."
"Yeah I don't think so. Come and take it."
Oh the man planned to. As his body shifted to be more like that of a demon's yet another intruder warped into the room, dust twisting at their feet. This one smelled even more of death and decay than the minotaur king's carcass. Just.. What in the world happened while he was out? Was that nightmarish image of Weiss real? She looked normal right now, if.. Immobile.
"Begone pest. I care not for who you are but you will be outclassed in this battle if you dare interfere. Flee while my mercy still extends." The priest said, his voice much deeper all of a sudden.
"..." Black and tattered robes began to billow madly as something was drawn from within, their shadow-concealed and hooded face barely lit by eyes that began to glow solid orange. With a swinging motion that object was left to hover in front of them and they knelt on both knees with both palms extended. At the same time the priest, who now towered above the other two individuals and sported black horns, claws, spikes, and wings of darkness on his ebon body would begin charging a crackling sphere of red and black demon energy. Rave hesitantly looked from him to the new arrival, slowly stepping backwards to try and get his weapon while they were drawing the false priest's attention.
A cross. That was what they withdrew. An equilateral cross with a ring forged around it and made of what looked like hardened black magma that was beginning to glow bright yellow and orange through cracks in the surface as the other robed one began to chant. A release of power nullified and broke apart that sphere as it was fired towards them, having no effect on whatever shimmering barrier suddenly surrounded the cross.
"No.. It cannot be..!"
"Through the endless void shines an eternal sun, permeating infinite darkness with the light to envelop worlds. I feel the force of the star of oblivion as it threatens to purge everything around me, and would command its purifying flames towards that which should not exist in this world! By holy fire be cleansed, spawn of evil!"
A small explosion blew chunks of rock off the cross as it cleared, underneath laying a gold-yellow surface that shone so bright it nearly blinded Rave. It certainly had an effect on the priest who began to yell out in pain and attempted to shield his eyes as his skin sizzled. This was no ordinary cross that much was evident. A small orb hovered between the pieces that formed the intersecting bars, the pieces themselves not actually connected to the center or the ring. Instead they floated around the orb in the semblance of its proper shape. As the chant continued it began to swell like a star going nova, increasing to the size of a large vehicle and rising into the air as the ring grew to accomodate it. The heat emanating was phenomenal yet despite feeling like he was being burned nothing happened to Rave's skin. The demon on the other hand..
"Your existence defiles the world around you, you condemn the fates of those around you, and by the power of this most holy relic your actions will be the demise of you! By the divine wrath of the Suncross be vanquished!"
The next thing he knew there was a big bang, a wide beam of flesh-searing light energy emitting from the starlike orb and encompassing the priest entirely. His being melted away and was vaporized in seconds with an earsplitting screech and as the light faded the cross came back together. With the mini-nova gone the pieces locked at the corners and black rock once more began to cover it. Tiny piece by tiny piece.
"..I wasn't even supposed to be here today.." Rave huffed, shaking his head. He didn't know what he just witnessed or what he'd been dragged into. Slinging his blade over his back and strapping it down he cautiously stepped towards what he believed to be Weiss' dead body. She'd survived whatever the Hell that beam was though the ground along the way was darker than charcoal as was the wall it hit. The male himself felt fine aside from his skin feeling like it was on fire but it'd fade in time. "..Dammit kid. l told you not to come in here.. Now look what happened. How am I gonna tell Raven?"
"Such ignorance, or perhaps it's simply the.. Heat of the moment." The robed one spoke with a chuckle. Did (apparently he) think it was funny? Plucking the staked cross from the ground he'd glance towards Weiss before taking a step forward. He only got the one before she seized up and started coughing, rolling over and heaving.
"What-"
"Vampires explode into ashes when they die, fool. So context would indicate-"
The other male cut off as she then partially up, retching blood and small fragments of something pale blue.
"..I'm simply amazed you could think of something so radical so quickly, and I apologize for not arriving sooner Ms. Schnee. I'm even more astounded it actually worked. You were either very lucky or very perceptive. Perhaps both."
"The Hell just happened?" Rave asked, crouching beside her and assisting Weiss to her feet despite her objections and assertions she could do so herself. When she finally finished spitting out blood and pieces of ice the vampiress would explain.
"He snuck up on me.. I didn't have time to do anything else. If I hadn't been so exhausted I probably could have detected him."
"He was a servitor of the shadow demon Vortogk. It's no surprise."
"Who?" Weiss asked, looking confused.
"Everything will be explained later." The necromancer stated. "For now you must return to the castle and retrieve the phylactery. Er, the ice mirror housing that girl's soul. Graham as you know him believes he may have tried to send someone to infiltrate the Zahne family home and steal it. He already knew that Vortogk was having you followed."
"Grr.. Whoever this demon is I'll destroy him! He wouldn't happen to be connected to-"
"He is."
The princess snarled, clenching her fists. They relaxed quickly, oh gods how exhausted she was.. Rave kept an arm around her other shoulder so she wouldn't fall, again asking what happened to her.
"I used something that Graham fellow gave me. He said it was a relic that would help if I got into trouble."
"Sorry to say there was a mixup, he actually meant to give you the Suncross. Wouldn't have done nearly as much to the minotaur but it would have been enough to escape."
She simply blinked a few times before continuing.
"Well.. The next thing I knew, I just felt so.. Mad. Mad and hateful. All I saw was red and I think I passed out? Whatever I did it.. Worked." Weiss looked over at the leftovers of the minotaur king with a bit of disgust. "And when I came to, I collected the blood I needed and I was going to get Rave and leave but that person caught me from behind. Nearly broke my neck trying to kill me."
"So how did he.. Not?"
"Ice magic can be incredibly versatile in the hands of a proper user." Weiss stated matter-of-factly. "I made the assumption that they knew who and what I was, and knew cutting my throat would hardly be an effective way to kill me. Not even quickly. Therefore they'd try to snap my neck. I froze the blood in my carotid arteries and throat, and resisted just enough so that it'd seem believable when they did the deed. Though I'm surprised they didn't catch on."
"That is.. Ridiculously stupid, dangerous, implausible, I mean how did your neck not get diced up like a tomato?" Rave asked incredulously. She just shrugged. Lucky break? He shook his head.
"But all of that is irrelevant. I need to get home before this becomes too- Ah, wait.. No. Nononono where is-?!" Her sudden onset of panic was stopped when the robed necromancer procured the flask of minotaur blood, it somehow also having survived the nova of light. Whispering thanks as she clutched it tightly to her chest Weiss then separated from Rave and started running towards the exit of the den, leaving the other two males behind.
"... ..I'm going home, drinking a few, and going to bed. That woman's lucky I don't charge her for this crap."
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*at the bottom of Zahne castle, inside the courtyard*
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Oh how accomplished she felt. Killing one of the royals, even though she didn't think she'd ever get close enough to one, and some of their best guards in the process.. Plus she got the mirror her lord had been so interested in. The soul of a silver eyed warrior. Something so precious, undoubtedly Lord Vortogk would have naught but praise for her success.
That was the reason she was smiling so much but to the two dullahan knights at the gate she just seemed overtly friendly. Of course another vampire family wanting to open good relations with them would only send an ambassador with good disposition. It seemed that the assassination of the prince and his guards hadn't been discovered yet so she'd have an easy time out of the area before they went on the alert.
"Find everything alright ma'am?"
"Hm? O-Oh yes, it seems the masters are out so I'll have to come back another time."
"I see. Safe travels then."
The one on the outside bid her goodbye with a wave as she walked away, hips swaying left and right purposefully to tease him. His partner stared after her as well with his eyes transfixed on her back, watching her gradually become a speck in the distance. Then he turned his head slightly towards the other.
"You're such a hopeless fool.. She'd never even give you the time of day."
"Oh but I can dream." ... ..Silence, until he piped up with a sudden sternness to his voice. "We both know that was a bold-faced lie right? One of the exalts is always in attendance if no others are present."
"I sought them out as soon as she left my sight."
... ... They both disappeared with miniature sonic booms, tearing up the barren wasteland at top speed while drawing their blades and leaving black arcs in their wake.
'And I was so close' Natasha thought to herself, feeling two incoming undead presences. Compared to the trio from before they were hardly a threat, but taking care of them had been a viciously close encounter that left no question as to why her lord tiptoed carefully when dealing with the family. She was out in the open this time however and could go at full power, instead of limiting herself so she wouldn't be exposed in the center of enemy territory.
As they closed in she swung around, purple flames coming out in a stream like a flamethrower from her mouth. It was to her great surprise and shock when they both cleaved right through and nearly cut into her face. If she hadn't been pushed back by the force of the expulsion they just might have ended things there and then. A second blast was released, detonating and leaving a crater where they once stood. The knights themselves were hunched behind their shields which took the full brunt of the attack, showing not a scuff or scar even though they'd been sent skidding backwards about twenty feet or so.
"I don't know if you believe in prayers, witch, but you won't have long to say them."
"Ooh I'm shivering. Let's dance, boys."
Looking over their shields the males stared her down, spinning their swords in hand and ready to charge when something crashed into the ground between them kicking up a cloud of dust. Some kind of large obsidian arrowhead..? Except that 'arrowhead' would start to unravel, the tip revealed to be the standing point of a vampire and the rest of it simply formed from a dark cape. Natasha couldn't believe it but there he was, Mr. Prince Charming.
"Prince Loue!"
"You.. How?!"
"We're not nearly as stupid or as oblivious as you seem to think we are. Good work in finding my brother, I'll handle things from here." The silver haired boy said with a smirk as he ran his hand over his head. Hadn't she paralyzed him with a lethal agent painted onto her nails? As if thinking perhaps she'd not put enough on while she glanced down at them Loue began to laugh. "Panthyx hairs steeped in machias oil. Makes a great cure for invasive toxins. It even stays in your system. Long enough that you'd be safe for a day if you're expecting to be poisoned."
"Conceited brat.."
"I've been called worse." He said with a shrug, folding his arms. "Now hand over that mirror. I'll think about letting you go if you behave. Would be a shame to kill such a pretty lady."
Said pretty lady would hiss, brandishing her claws and drawing a dagger from a sheath hidden underneath one of her sleeves. In the other hand a whip made of what looked like the same purple fire was woven into its clutch, cracking at his feet and leaving lilac embers to scatter. The two dullahans went to intercept her but a motion from the prince held them at bay.
"Oh how I knew you were bad news when I first laid eyes upon you. Still even with that face you're not nearly as intimidating as my sister-in-law. If she were present I'm sure you'd be disposed of without a problem but I suppose that task falls to me.."
"Prince Loue, we-"
"I have this under control. Do me a favor and go find Commander Durandal. I need to speak with him later."
"Don't treat me like some kind of inconvenience!" Natasha shouted, bringing down the whip towards him. It struck only empty space as he nearly phased aside with a chuckle. Obeying orders with the intention to return as soon as they were carried out the knights headed back towards the castle, leaving him and the wrathful vampiress to their duel. Whom he would swear was touched by something demonic for those weren't ordinary vampire powers..
"Alright then.. If you think you can contest a member of the Zahne family on equal ground then give me your best shot."
She obliged with both a scream and a frenzied flurry of whiplashes, each one being redacted by a snap of the fingers that resulted in a small blast of black fire blowing it away every time it came back. The battle was on, both fighters determined to not just win but survive.
It was a fierce one at that lasting several minutes, yet despite her fatigue at having to fight the three headless paladins Natasha started to gain the advantage. Her frenetic attacks kept catching Loue off guard with their unpredictability, culminating in his apparent defeat when she managed to bind that searing hot whip around his body and yank him off his feet. In an instant she was upon him and her spiteful eyes bored into his darkened spheres.
"Ha.. So you do have experience.. Unlucky you, you should have kept your dogs here. They might have allowed you to survive a little longer."
"Ngh. Blast it, I suppose you've bested me. Going to finish me off now I take it?" Loue asked with a grimace. The vampire woman wordlessly flashed him that same old cheerful smile as she raised her dagger high. Now she was going to make sure the brat died for good this time..
That short blade had reached the peak of where it would be lifted before almost coming down, halting at a single word uttered from its would be target.
"Umbraeolg."
Much in the same manner as her own whip, solid black fire consumed the two of them and would wrap around Natasha like a giant clawed hand, applying a great deal of pressure and heat. The desired results being that it would crush her and incinerate the remains but the actual results being an uncomfortably tight squeeze and a hot sensation akin to staring at the sun.
"Heh.. Haha! Out of stamina already are we? Paltry, this magic could barely be enough to hold me for a moment let alone stop me." The woman cackled, her arm still free to move somewhat as she tried to force the burning hand off with it to where she could stab Loue in the chest. Her ever sickly sweet smile remained that way until he spoke again. Something about it being 'all he needed it to do', and that was cue enough for her to realize she'd fallen into a trap.
It wasn't until the echoing gunshot went off and the few seconds it took for a sacred silver bullet to reach from the top of the Zahne castle to her head later that she finally knew she'd been bested. As her form exploded into ashes and her magic dispelled, the prince was free to stand up and brush himself off while cursing about his clothes being befouled. Off in the great distance he could tell his older brother was engraving another notch into the barrel of that antique long rifle of his..
Also off in the great distance except in the opposite direction he could tell his other sister-in-law was approaching at incredible speed. How convenient he thought to himself, shaking evil-tainted ashes from the ice mirror that Natasha had been carrying. So this was the thing they sought? For some reason there was a magic cast on it to seal it likely by the woman's doing, though to him it'd be mere child's play to bust it.
So that's what he did, figuring there was no harm. As soon as he did so Loue immediately noticed someone else's face was looking back at him rather than his own. He also felt an ethereal presence within it. Clicking two and two together was easy enough but four and four wouldn't come until the girl spoke.
"Ah! W-Weiss! Is that y- Who are you..?"
That rather cute face and what he'd swear was the shine of silver in her eyes.. This couldn't be her could it? The one that Weiss supposedly fell in love with before she was killed by vampires?
"Oh my I don't believe I've had the pleasure of meeting you before.. You wouldn't happen to be Ruby would you?"
Ruby said nothing and just nervously eyed the boy from inside her mirror. He was a vampire too but being unable to see outside it when it was locked away she wasn't sure if she could trust him. For all she knew he could be another Crossbreaker.
"Don't fret, I know Weiss. She's part of my family. I know you might not like our kind given your history and the ordeals you went through but I assure you I'm one of the good ones. Er.. Well I'm on your side at the least. My name is Loue, and I believe you're the little red rose my sister-in-law spoke of. Hmhm.."
She looked a little surprised. Perhaps this guy wasn't so bad. Then again vampires were also notorious for their seduction and deception skills. Unfortunately whether she believed him or not it wasn't like she was capable of doing anything from where she was at. Leaving the mirror which would have been easy before it had been sealed would put her in greater danger anyway.
"Oh come now don't give me that look. I promise I've no ill intentions. If you'd like I'll simply return you to Weiss' room where you belong. Although.. I am very, very curious as to what she's doing holding your soul in a hand-made case like this. I heard about your death but I would have thought you passed on by then. Care- Oh there she is now."
Both of them turned their heads, the prince adjusting the mirror so Ruby could see in that direction as a shadowy shape descended from the sky and skid to a halt a few yards from them. A most welcome shape for one. "WEISS."
"Ruby! What are you- Loue! Listen, there.. Umm.. I suppose they've been dealt with." The vampiress noted, smelling and seeing the blackened tainted ashes leftover on his clothes and on the ground next to a small dagger.
"Oh we were ready for them. One of those strange necromancer fellows came to my father and told him to be on the lookout for suspicious characters coming to the castle. After my brother was contacted by one of the entrance guards about his skepticisms of a lady that entered we set a plan into action. I was to bait them and Verdreh would watch out in case I failed." Loue explained with a bit of a smug smile. Weiss on the other hand sported a much more nervous one as she realized he was holding the ever crucial ice mirror.. "Almost made off with this beautiful little thing here."
"I-I can explain. See.. Er, that is- I.. The mirror.."
"No need. I understand your emotional attachment. I was talking about the one inside it by the way." He clarified, holding up the object. "You've the same taste in women I do I see. I'm sure she'll grow up with that same girlish cuteness. Well, would. I do apologize that was careless and insensitive of me."
His comment had both females blushing and with a curse muttered under her breath she snatched it from him, placing her fingertips on the surface as if to caress Ruby's cheek. Hopefully she'd be able to do that in reality soon enough.. Ruby smiled at her, giving her a quiet 'I missed you'. Weiss nodded and said the same back before placing a kiss to the mirror's surface, a chaste one where her cheek was. Though the ghost girl couldn't feel it the sentiment was taken to heart and she beamed.
"Loue, I promise I will explain at some point but for right now there's somewhere I have to be. There's something bigger going on." Weiss looked up, her tone entirely serious. Both his own and his expression would match it as he crossed his arms.
"I know. YOUR father has been bringing that point to the attention of the other Zahnes ever since that girl was attacked. Now it's undeniable. We still don't have solid proof to bring to the other Crossbreakers though. If we attack them on a whim and the remains of a single member we'll look as bad as the radicals for striking her family in the first place."
"They're being lead by a demon. An actual demon. This whole thing is because he has something against people with silver eyes."
"SIlver eyes?" The prince perked an eyebrow. "It's just a rare genetic trait."
"Yeah, that's what my mom always told me. What's his deal?" Ruby exclaimed.
"I think we both wish we knew Ruby. Now.. Let's go." Weiss bolted past Loue, causing him to spin and watch her go. He sported a rather amused grin and with a short hop and a puff of white smoke shifted into his four winged white bat form, flying towards the top of the castle.
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*several minutes later on the way to Graham's reliquary*
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She was used to it by now. Ruby.. Not so much. The strange way their surroundings practically melted away still unnerved her but in Weiss' hands she felt like she couldn't be safer, or more at ease. It helped when the legions of the dead filled her view, back in the eery and unsettling death world that was Reaper's Escape. That evergreen moon still hung in the sky, shining through the clouds over all who shambled, walked, crawled, or limped along the landscape.
"You ready for this Ruby?" Weiss asked, holding the ice mirror tightly. There would be no going back once the deed was done, if it was a success. Again receiving a determined nod she then started for Graham's underground altar. Her path was waylaid however by one of the many cloaked figures in ancient robes milling about the place.
"He wishes to see you now. The preparations are complete."
"I was just on my way."
The tall figure hindered her no longer and moved aside, allowing her entry to the entrance. Ruby's unease was still apparent but eased by an assurance that this would be the last time they had to come to this dark land.
The two made their way down the blue hallway, coming to find the altar room a bit different than it was before. Scratch that. A lot different.
The altar itself was now upright, innumerable runes and glyphs etched into the ground around it. The bases of those five tall candlesticks with red flamed candles were worked into its design, the lines between them forming a pentagram inside that was almost alit with power. Eleven robed necromancers were positioned at the outside, the 6-o'clock space (being the one closest to the entrance) reserved for someone else. What left the females speechless though was not Graham who stood off to the side holding a thick dusty black tome with the design of a red one-eyed skull, nor the gathered congregation chanting lowly almost under their breath. No, what it was was the body bound to the altar facing them.
Its eyes were open, a dull gray underneath black locks that around the rest of its head came down to its shoulders. It wasn't very tall but it had flawless skin, quite feminine and charming features, and stood around 5 and a half feet tall or so. From the way its mouth was slightly open sharp teeth could be seen. They were akin to a vampire's but only subtly so, as were the triangular pointed claws on its hands. The body itself was dressed already in black thigh high stockings, black boots, a plaid miniskirt, a white shirt with most of the buttons done up, and a red bow in its hair on one side.
Essentially it was Ruby Rose. Sure the clothes were much different and neither of them were too sure of the Catholic schoolgirl style but everything else.. The shape, the size, the features, everything was the same. Sans the teeth and claws. Were her eyes more filled with life they'd probably be the same silver color too. The lifeless body even smelled the same and Weiss could already detect the scent of her blood coursing through its veins..
Needless to say the sight jarred both of them and Graham would have their attention with a clacking clap of his more normal count of two hands.
"I-I.. I'm sorry, I had to compose myself. This.. It's perfect. It's her."
"I took tremendous and painstaking care to recreate her as best I could, which is to say it should be perfect. Inside and out. I wasn't sure what manners of style she was into so I chose to wing it."
"Incredible.. Wait. You.. You d-dressed her." Weiss asked.
"I had one of my female cultists do so but come now Ms. Schnee, I quite literally built her from cells to bone and muscle tissue to flesh. Plus I have been doing this for countless ages. She possesses nothing I haven't nor wouldn't see."
She declined to delve any further into that subject and would procure the flask of minotaur blood for the lich. Instead of coming to get it the item flew to his other hand by an unseen force, the cork popped and the opening aimed towards Ruby's body. Again like wispy red smoke it flowed from the container into her mouth, distributing throughout her form. They both watched as suddenly what looked like muscles bulged on various places in the process. They weren't unsightly, in fact they weren't even defined, but they were noticeable. Perhaps to make her undead wight body stronger. That was a good thing in Weiss' opinion.
"And thus the vessel is complete.. Are the two of you ready? Prepared in both mind and body for what must be done?" Graham asked, his voice echoing slightly with magic power and his eye sockets suddenly flashing with green. Here it was.. The grand moment. The one Weiss had been fighting to come to for some time now. Yet if Ruby wanted to back out now or wait then she'd accept it. Thankfully the girl put on her bravest face and said 'yes' as well.
With a hallow chuckling he stepped into the single opening of the circled mass, gesturing towards Weiss.
"Let the resurrection ritual commence.."
So yeah you guys aren't stuck on a cliffhanger. You're welcome! 'Cause who knows how long it could be before I find internets again.
See? Everything worked out. Natasha bit the bullet and the mirror is back in good hands. Plus we killed off that freaky evil priest guy. If anybody got the reference which I kinda admit is a bit out there, the Suncross is a reference to the Amon Amarth song, 'Friends of the Suncross'. Great song if you know the lyrics. It's also in this story a holy relic so naturally it'd obliterate that guy. Against King Adam it probably woulda just blinded him and gave him 3rd degree burns. Also if anyone wants to question how a necromancer can wield/utilize something like that, it's the same reason a supposed priest can hold demonic essence and still wield a cross to do something like say exorcise a ghost. Demonic powers and the art of necromancy while leaning towards a darker nature and more popularized as 'evil' arts are really just that. Dark. Dark is not inherently evil, same with light. Also same thing with a sword or gun, it's how and why it's used. Course we could start a whole tangent on the ideals of moral good and evil but this isn't Philosophy 101 so
Anyway dunno when I'll see another chapter uploaded here but next up is the day everyone's been waiting for!
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