Chapter 2.

I have had the chance to learn some things about the Necromongers in death. Things they refuse to tell you in life, before they mark you.

One being that if you die before you reach the Underverse, you will roam the afterlife until the day comes when you can cross the threshold of the dark Promised Land.

There are hundreds of us that roam the halls of Necropolis. Many of us having died on this very ship.

The others' say we are the lucky ones, that our ship is the only ship that will return to the Underverse, and that once we cross the threshold we will be free to live again as others do.

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He knows I watch him. I can see it in his stature when I come into the room. It's funny, he always could tell when I was watching him. But I only reveal myself to him here, in the throne room. He has enough to worry about with this group of cutthroats, he doesn't need to know that I watch him when he sleeps.

The others don't understand how it is that I can reveal myself to him when I so choose. I like to believe that it's because he wants to see me just as much as I want him to see me.

They all stand in disbelief as I slowly advance towards the throne, standing before the fiercest commanders of this dark army. I stop when I reach the very spot where I fell. I have to admit though, a part of me is proud that I still make him uncomfortable, even in death.

As I stand here, I can feel his body heat flowing from his strong body. Oh how I miss the warmth of life. How I miss his warmth.

I slid my hood down and met the silver eyes that I felt boring through my dark robes. I felt a hotness spread through my body, as if I had swallowed a hot, steaming cup of soup. It started in my belly and spread out into my arms and legs.

I looked hard at the man that sat before me. The pain I saw in his eyes, made me want to cry for him. I know he feels guilty for what happened to me.

When Lord Vaako interrupted our visual conversation, I growled just as he did. I wanted to kill the traitorous bastard where he stood.

Instead I disappeared, slinking back into the unknown, watching. A chill ran down my spine as I saw the look of disappointment flash in his shining eyes with the discovery of my absence.

Suddenly I sensed her – she doesn't like us. She calls us 'Deathwalkers'. She can't see us but she can sense us, due to her ability to manipulate the air around her. She talks to us, demanding that we leave the ship. If only she knew how bad each of us wanted to do just that.

Vaako, and the other commanders were barely out of the throne room when his shiv found its mark just under her delicate chin.

A smile crossed my face when her told her to leave him alone. I always believed, since the first time I saw Aerion at Riddicks' side, that Riddick would only deal with her arrogance for so long.

Then she did it, she revealed her knowledge of my presence.

The swiftness with which he moved, took her by surprise. The shiv he had previously held to her throat, was now slicing through her soft, white skin causing rivlets of red to slowly trickle down her neck.

I could not hear what it was he said to her, but I knew it was a promise of death.

She backed down, defeated. She must not have liked her odds.

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