A/N: Sorry about the long wait again, but finals are finally over! I'm so happy that my time is freed again. I hope you like this chapter! Enjoy!

Liam left the chamber shortly after to his quarters. They wouldn't need him until they landed on Helion Prime. He found Aeon sitting on the windowsill, her knees pulled up to her chest. Sadly, she watched the red and white stars whisk by as they entered the planet's atmosphere. "They will all die tonight." She whispered as he shut the stone doors behind him.

"Not all." He replied, folding his arms behind his back.

"You know who I speak of." She turned her head to face him. "The ones who resist will die. They have no chance of survival. And even the ones who submit will still die when they have converted."

"Of course, human life is not acceptable. It is sad, but inevitable."

"It is not inevitable!" She argued. "The Lord Marshall isn't a god! He can't decide the fate of billions of human life."

"Why do you still hope for them, my love? You said yourself, they have none left."

Aeon hesitated. Why did she still hope for the impossible? Then she remembered the stranger she had sensed on Helion Prime. "I sensed someone down on that planet today. Something different from everyone else."

"Something, or someone?" he frowned.

"He felt familiar, but I don't know how. I can't bring myself to tell the Lord Marshall. The stranger held great power. I have never felt such power in my life." She directed her gaze to the window once more. She watched as the soldiers fought a feeble battle. They had managed to take down a Necromonger frigate, but another just sliced through them like tissue. Silly bullets rattled off the stone ships and electronic lasers shook the throne ship. Aeon grabbed onto Liam for support as the ship wrenched. She buried her head in his chest as she felt the life of the soldiers fading away into darkness. They had arrived on Helion Prime.

Chapter Four

Liam stood on the black marble steps of Necropolis next the Lord Marshall with his assistants standing at attention behind him. He shielded his eyes against the brightness of the planet. He watched as the ground forces landed on the planet and erected their ships to the sky as if they were statues. The aristocratic Necromongers left the safety of Necropolis to watch the devastation their army caused. The Lord Marshall grinned happily as Helion fell beneath his steel toed boots. "Let's go replenish the ranks." He said, turning on his heel.

Taking the role of Purifier, Liam bowed his head and followed his leader to a ship. Today was his day. Today he would purify the humans or kill them if they did not submit. His eye fell on Aeon on the other side of the stairway. She watched the fall of the planet with sympathetic eyes. He knew it angered her to see the statues lifted on foreign soil. But she hid her anger well; she was a Necromonger Lady now. Her allegiances lay with the Lord Marshall only. Not wanting to see anymore, she brushed passed DameVaako who just sneered at her. "Never fails to inspire, does it?" she said to her husband, knowing Aeon would hear her. "Each time a dynasty falls."

Liam knew DameVaako and Vaako's plans at lordship. But he also knew that Vaako was a weak minded fool who did whatever he was told. DameVaako was the true brains behind the treason. "Remember your place, DameVaako." Vaako growled, worried someone would hear them. Vaako was a brave soldier, but a coward when it came to facing the Lord Marshall. Liam understood his fear, for he fought him long ago, and he would still fight him to this day. His hate for the Lord Marshall went deeper than fear of physical hurt.

"Come, my love." Aeon took his hand in hers. "It's time."

A/N: Pshaw! Writing this next chapter took friggin' forever, but it was sooo worth it. Review plz and you'll see Riddick!