Pestilence: Rise Of The Pure Undead

Beyond the peak where one could gaze upon countless suns and moons, the terrain was otherwise more treacherous, the area had been the site of battles between giant beings, what they may have looked like impossible to tell, none of their bodies were to be found anywhere, indicating that it had either taken place so long ago that even their mighty bones had fallen to the passage of time, or that they had simply passed by here in their fight, those mountains nothing more than fences to them.

Many parts of the roads were completely gone, forcing Loimos to scale the rugged sides of the mountains to get over the chasms that would drop one straight to oblivion, falling into there would make one a target of tumultuous, biting cold winds, one would either be torn apart by the air currents, or freeze to death before reaching the ground, which was now impossible to make out, foggy frost covering all vision just a few meters below the feet.

Having to hang from rough edges, whilst cutting through dense clouds was already difficult enough, the rocky walls could give out at any moment, the mountains were not forgiving of mistakes, if Loimos lost his hold, he would be swiftly swept further away.

One not only needed to be extremely careful, but they needed to be quick, any extra second spent manoeuvering was nothing but an additional occasion for the mountains to tear you limb from limb, creating this caravan really had been a great idea, the surface area Loimos could grab onto was significantly increased.

Though those aspects, coupled with the incredibly harsh environment would have already claimed the lives of most explorers, there were also irregular tremors to add to the mix, the mountains shaking intensely from time to time, like the peaks were slamming into one another, a singular pulse that came at odd moments, causing many smalls bits of the walls to break apart into rocks.

The ripples of vibration travelling straight into Loimos and his caravan, those bound by the usage of muscles would have found their precious flesh giving out on their own, for the majority.

Loimos did not let go however, the natural hazards coming close to felling him, but never managing to achieve victory over him, the undead needed months to reach the top of this mountain, not only was it even taller than the previous ones combined, the rowdy travel here made everything more difficult.

At the very peak, yet another environment awaited him, lush vegetation, a miniature ecosystem of nothing but plants of ice and snow, they possessed life force, and grew similarly to regular trees and flowers.

No solar or lunar bodies anywhere in sight despite the elevation being several times superior to before, just a campfire in the midst of this freezing foliage, a single figure, their appearance concealed under countless stacks of fur, taken from creatures roaming the mountains.

The only thing one could belonged to that mysterious character were the incredibly lengthy hair that emerged from where their head should, completely covering the face of that person, unkempt cascades of beautiful blondeness, the undeads arrival with his caravan did not go unnoticed, the unknown figure jolted up to their feet, pointing at the skeleton, no words managing to form coherently.

The person jumped up in place, like Loimos was an unexpected, but welcomed guest.

Loimos quickly noticed that this living was not preparing for a fight, lowering their body and raising their hands up.

Clearing their throat, the person, a rough voiced woman, beckoned Loimos to join her by the fire, but faced with his lack of answer or action, she put one arm down, ever so casually sliding the campfire, alongside the flame closer to him, brushing her first layer of sleeve to get rid of the small bits of fire clinging to her.

"Thanks for accepting my offer, are you an undead? I smell death, my sense of smell is well developed" making odd and erratic movements, she sat in front of the fire on her knees, hands on her knees as well.

"You must be here to meet Lord Dracula, aah" this wild woman, was very big, even down on her knees, she could stare Loimos in the eyes as he sat at the front of his caravan, although her ocular globes were well hidden behind her hair.

"You have met Gravelord Dracula?" Loimos questioned her, finding it highly unlikely that she could have learned his name, and not die in the process, he had been planning on caving her head in just now, but it would seem that Son Of Dragon had deliberately not bled her dry.

"Yes! Oh, I begged him to make me into one of his vampires, Lord Dracula's vampires are the most beautiful of all, their link to the mighty dragons would ensure strength, but he said that he could not turn me into a vampire, because of the blood of giants coursing through my veins!

Directing me to go and find Nosferatu instead, for only his foetid blood could truly make me into a vampire without waste, without waste he said!"

"Yet, you remain here" Loimos stepped down from the carriage, the big woman lowering her head to maintain perfect eye contact at all times.

"You were deemed worthy of undeath by a gravelord, why do you desire it?" Loimos could see it, the deep chasm where the gravelord had found home, covered in a thick mist of frost, preventing all light that could somehow find its way here to pass through.

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A staircase had been made into the side of the mountain, made from nothing but this woman's hands, she must have really been camping out here for a while, having refined the stairs to the level talented sculptors would have.

"Hehehe, that is embarrassing, Lord Dracula did not like my answer very much" she fidgeted around, pushing the very tips of her two index fingers together, the sort of actions that looked a bit ridiculous on a giant.

Loimos did not even need further elaborations, to realise that this living woman was just like One, she told him what it was that she desired anyways, one could only wonder where those people came from.

But the undead could only approve, death and life did not have as different of characteristics as it seemed on the surface, it was only because life dominated this world that things formed around it.

So, who was to say that an undead could not bear a child?

Although, showing up in front of a gravelord, without even knowing what a gravelord was, as a living, and asking to be fertilised right at this instant was more than a little bit daring, and idiotic.

"My name is Elenantiel, The Desirerer, would you mind asking him again on my behalf? I was told not to come back unless I wanted to be, and I quote, impaled in a way I wouldn't like-"

Loimos had already reduced his caravan's size and begun walking down the stairs.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om