Wholly Undead 93 The Day the Light went Ou

[I feel like...! I can feel the whole Underworld!!! SO MUCH RAW POWER!!!] Jack had become giddy with the feeling of power surging through him, he had already broken through the King Rank and was approaching Mid-Level King rank. He was on the threshold of entering a new world, as he continued to explore the full capacity of the Light.

Around Jack's body the golden words etched into each bone of his shined with radiance, before soon each word burst into holy flames. Unaware Jack's entire body was wreathed in golden flames.

He moved his mind, and he could see glimpses of various places. These images would flash too quickly for him to see them clearly, but he could tell that they were real. He felt like his soul was reaching out, and it was almost like he could touch the membrane that would grant him power unopposed on the Ruined Continent.

The golden flames strengthened as they grew brighter. The entire library was now solid white, and only those with true vision or undead vision could look upon Jack sitting high on his Throne. The flames traveled from around his sitting figure to the top of his head. Leaping into the air above his head, they consolidated until they formed a crown of golden flames above Jack's head. It shined with a regal radiance.

Jack was still laughing like a manic, unaware of the changes outside of his body, as he continued to laugh even he felt that he must have lost it. [Maybe I really can become a G- OH!]

[OH!] Jack's soul shook. His laughing ended abruptly, as pain flooded into his soul. It hurt! [OH SHIT! WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS!] Jack felt a stabbing pain in his chest, as if he had a heart. His bones rattled together as he sat on his Golden Throne.

[OH, NO! I'VE STAYED TO LONG! SHIT, SHIT, SHIT!] Another wave of pain washed over him. It was as if many knives were being stabbed into his chest and twisted, to only be removed and repeated. Jack almost felt like he had a flesh body again!

[NO! NO, NO, NO, NO, NOOOOOOO!] Jack focused hard on returning to his body. He struggled over the pain to pull his soul back to his body. He wanted nothing more than to end his time with the Light. The joy and feeling of power was quickly fading from his mind, as only pain... Unlike death he had felt before which was painless... This was the true sting.

[I- Got--- I GOT TO!!]

*POP*

The hue of the Golden Throne softened, as Jack's head slumped in his chair. The radiant crown above his brow dimmed along with his flaming eyes, flickered... And went out. He no longer moved on his Throne. Jack no longer felt pain now... He was freed from his torment...

The whiteout of the room ended, and the laptop still sitting on the table by the Throne went off, as if the battery died. It sat on the table like a flipped-up book, still.

Before he could even say good bye within his mind, as he struggled in his last moments of consciousness... His soul had already blended into the ocean of Light that was made by the collective Light of the Underworld, began to slowly spread out from his Throne within his Library of his Holy Palace at the seat of his capital City of Saigunrai, the jewel of the Holy Kingdom of Deagoth.

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The laughter had ended abruptly all through the Underworld; a collective silence ensued. Within Lucius' Office, the Council of Deagoth, as Lucius called it, were wondering what happened.

"I think the God-King must of broke through again! He is simply a cultivating monster." Lucius nodded to himself.

[Is he working so hard to make what he said true?] Verruca could only think to herself. She shook her head to get rid of the thought.

"Well... I don't know if you can consider him a monster, if he was Emperor rank when he left his tomb, where he was entombed for a thousand years... This could just be a normal ranking up?" Emily commented.

Leslie had been oddly silent, as the others turned to face her. They could see black tears rolling down her face, as if a strand of black pearls had been shattered and left to fall upon the floor.

They were all startled, even Verruca. While Verruca wasn't on good terms, Lucius and Verruca had known Leslie for just a little over a thousand years... They had only seen her cry once. This was over her family. So, why was she crying now?

"Leslie... What's wrong???" Lucius asked. They all wondered if she got a message from her mother or about her mother. Lucius would usually get these messages too, as per his standing order. He would look out for the consorts while the God-King was out.

"I... I don't know..." Leslie placed her hand on her cheek. She removed it slowly to look down to see black tears staining her ivory white bone hands.

Question marks filled the threes mind, as they looked to Leslie.

"What's wrong, Sister???" Emily place her hand on Leslie's left arm.

"I feel... I feel... Sad. I feel like my heart's been squeezed... I don't understand it, but it feels... It feels so hard to breath!" Leslie looked up, as the tears continued to stream down her beautiful face.

"Hard to breath?" Verruca now questioned! Undead didn't need to breath!

"I'm... I'm going to my room. Finish without me. I need to be alone." Leslie fled from Lucius' Office.

The three looked at each other puzzled. Emily was about to follow after Leslie, as Lucius called out, "Leave her... I'm not sure what's wrong, but it seems that she doesn't want to tell us."

Emily sat back down in her chair.

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Leslie opened her room door, and quickly went inside. She sat at the edge of her evening tomb.

[Why... Why do I feel like this???] Leslie could see black tear stains on her Qipao she was wearing, and further she could barely feel them running down her face still.

She sat with in her room, wondering... Until a single name surfaced... [Jack.]

She jumped up from her seated position, [Something happened to Jack! Is this the disturbance he spoke of? But... But I can't feel the Light!] Leslie paced around her room, unable to sit back down.

[I just heard him laughing... He must of broke through, right???] As she continued her line of thinking, [What... What if he met with a tribulation he couldn't overcome... OH... Oh, Creator... Please don't let what I'm thinking be true.]

Leslie had some to a standstill within her room. She looked to right, as if she could see through the rooms and corridors of the Holy Palace to Jack's Library.

[Should I... Should I disturb him?] Leslie had never been this indecisive for this long.

Leslie knew that she wasn't supposed to disturb the Holy Witch King within his private Library, unless it was the most desperate of situations. In normal circumstances this would mean she would have to reveal her status as the Shadow of Deagoth and her Banshee form, but Jack already knew about these...

[What if he is concentrating on consolidating his new power... If I disturbed him, it could spiral out of control.] She thought deeply.

After a long period of going back and forth on whether to visit or not to visit, she finally made up her mind.

Clenching her skeletal hand, she walked over to her evening tomb and laid down with in. She crossed her hands over her chest, and she spoke her Unholy spell. Soon the form a Banshee ripped from her body.

Freed from her moral form, she looked down to see herself. Nodding, she floated through the walls going to Jack's Library.

The Library of the First Holy Witch King was built with only one entrance for him at the front that face the halls, but it came with a second entrance. One at the back of the Library through a book case. It was more of a gap in defense left so that only an Unholy ethereal existence could enter through the wall. The requirements to enter the 'Back Door' was to be able to walk through walls and be an Unholy Cultivator... The Shadow of Deagoth and its agents were the only one within the Kingdom that fit this bill, and only the Shadow knew of this back entrance.

Leslie circled around the outside of the Library counting the stones that built it, until she found the right number, and moved through the wall.

She was greeted with a mess. This was the first time she had ever entered the Library during the Reign of the Second Holy Witch King. She couldn't believe how messy it was... But the one item that struck her the most was the giant glowing Golden Throne in the middle of the room.

She floated to the throne and moved around the sides, as she could see the outline of Jack sitting in the throne. Slightly happy to see him, as she hadn't seen Jack in almost half a year, she came to the front to look at her love.

But... When she arrived at the front of the throne. She looked at her love's face. Her love, the Holy Witch King... Jack Bonereaper... Was slumped to the side with his head hanging. She couldn't feel any unlife within him.

Leslie covered her mouth with her ghostly hands. She stared at the unlifeless form of the Holy Witch King.

[He looks... So peaceful... Like he's sleeping. He didn't even look like this when we entombed him.] She thought, as she hurt so deep.

Chapter end