Pestilence: Rise Of The Pure Undead

Ohrn stood over a multitude of papers and parchments, it had only been a few days since his lady had gone away but as he had predicted, he could really produce a ton of money thanks to the circumstances, many big wigs of the criminal underworld had been around and had had no choice but to remain inside, those cowards afraid to step outside despite being surrounded by their own, personal bodyguards, but that was a good thing for business.

The elite knew that he could drain them of their money, he saw them as nothing but degenerates, and thus, he agitated what made their brain activate in front of their clouded eyes, Lady Syklon would be very pleased with the results.

Now, Abbanh simply needed to come back with the head of the rat to ensure maximum satisfaction of their lady.

'It's all looking good' he nodded his head, feeling content.

"Sir, Sir!" but of course, there were always problems to deal with.

"What is the matter this time? Are some of our guests causing problems again?" he asked with a sigh, lifting his sight from the many papers, seeing the pale-faced guard, out of breath.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

"Oh my, is it urgent?"

"Sir, ten- No! Dozens of monkey queens are approaching with their packs, they look rather displeased about something, they keep screaming and howling!"

Ohrn looked at the guard silently for a second.

"What the fuck did you just say?! How many? How many did you say? Are they all grouped up together, or are they approaching from different sides? Answer me!" he grabbed the poor man by the shoulders and shook him around with his superior strength, racking the guard's brain around.

"A great portion are packed up and coming from the north, the rest are coming from every direction-" just as he explained this, the manor shook a bit, ever so slightly, but the fact that they felt it from inside of their meant that whatever caused it was actually rather potent.

"Damnit, I'll take care of the north by myself, you lot protect the city from the rest, try to draft the men of some of our dear guests, they are all in danger after all!" Ohrn rushed away faster than the guard could see, he saluted without realising that he was now alone and ran off soon after to relay the order.

The elite was able of confirming the poor state of affair they found themselves in, one of the queens that had been a little pissed off by the machinations of a certain goober had mastered a form of explosive magic, blue, comet-like projectiles flew over the city, landing into building and in the middle of the street, her casting speed wasn't too much, but Ohrn had to deal with this one as quickly as possible, thankfully, she was positioned in the north.

Taking a vantage point, the elder was able to evaluate the damage the city would endure already, Lady Syklon would be displeased.

'What the hell happened? The Derelictus-Mens know not to approach the city to avoid danger, Lady Syklon had made it clear not to purposefully hunt their hunting parties either, what could we have done to enrage so many queens to take actions personally?' Ohrn had questions but no one to answer them, he rushed over to where the greater majority of the monsters were gathered.

Quickly demonstrating that the gap between the first and second elite was vast, his battle art, whilst rather simple in nature, was unblockable and nearly unavoidable for both the lesser monsters and the consorts, tearing larger chunks of them apart with just a few white slashes.

Unfortunately, the queens were true monstrosities, and their staves were robust enough to block and deflect his slashes, the queens focused their fire on him, forcing him to move around, he could take on a single queen rather easily, but there were more than five here, accompanied by their troops and consorts.

He didn't doubt his chances, it would simply take a while, who knew what could happen to the city whilst he battled here? Continue reading at empire

'It would appear that Lady Syklon is absent' Loimos threw the maximum amount of Derelictus-Mens he could gather to attack the city, he had to use everything he could to restrain the likes of her even for a slight moment, but for reasons he hadn't been made privy to, she was not here, the elder elite was doing good, but it would take him a long while to clear the northern portion.

Loimos casually stepped into the city, with monsters flooding the streets, the people and guards couldn't care less about him in particular, amidst the monsters, he just looked like a person, a miscalculation that resulted in a few fighters to get their necks swiftly cut as the undead passed by.

Allowing his corpse reek to permeate him and his surroundings, infusing it with death force, he ensured that the frenzied monsters distinguished him from the rest, after all, Loimos had made sure that they would believe that the ones responsible for their losses were the people of here.

It wasn't perfect, but smelling like a putrefied mound of excrement-filled cadavers did not make him very appealing to approach or confront.

Loimos made his way to the manor, pushing the guards standing in front of the entrance with a wave of black blood, kicking the doors open into an area for customers to gather, various elevated scenes were performers would typically be were left empty, the customers currently inside were cowering or too inhibited to notice anything, they were still plentiful however, the morning was barely rising after all, their debaucheries were supposed to last until noon.

Loimos's arrival wasn't unnoticed, in fact, the guards inside, which were far from the usual forces, were already tense, having been staring at the entrance with fervour, expecting monsters to start pouring in at any second.

But only Loimos appeared, he was shot at despite not looking like an invading creature, receiving dozens of arrows straight to the chest, meagre damage.

Manifesting a compressed mass in front of him, Loimos clapped down on it, sending the compressed, piercing blight straight into the crowd, striking down multiple defenceless guests.

Their bodies soon turned into plentiful rot for the undead to work with.