Pestilence: Rise Of The Pure Undead

The sharp sound of a sharp metal object falling right on its point against the ground, trembling from the fall for a few more moments, the noise spreading all the way throughout the sunken tomb.

As it turns out, it had been hope speaking its typical nonsense, there was no such thing as an easy strike against a gravelord, but when life found itself cornered, weaving countless webs of self-told lies, coming up with ideas and concept that were clearly false, but the living spirit was an illogical one, allowing itself to be fooled if deemed necessary.

The vampire hunter did not even know what hit him, his metal stake, beloved tool of this particular caste of death hunter, items they considered great artefacts, which method of creation was a steep one, so much so that the greater majority of them only carried a single one with them.

Made from polished and highly reflective metal, the material itself was imbued with the natural life that was floating everywhere in this word, further enhanced by intricate carvings, even if simply stabbing a vampire in the heart was rarely fatal, doing so with this tool guaranteed the destruction of the hateful undead.

Well, at least, it made it rather certain, for as long as it could pierce the skin.

Not only did it fail to even leave a mark on the gravelord's coat, the precious tool was damaged, the tip bending and breaking apart for the offence of believing that anything could be done.

Now, the daring hunter of the dead, who had ignited his life in one last act of defiance, his brain matter was to be found in many places, over a wide area, little pieces here and there, on the ground, the walls, safely stuck to his friends even, shards of his skull had received the same treatment, splintered up into more pieces than could be counted, his body still standing straight up, failing to realise that the main organ upstairs was gone forever, having left its duties due to some extraordinary circumstances.

The blood had not gone and splattered everywhere however, remaining stationary in the air, dragged to the vampire and consumed in the blink of an eye, the remains shrivelling up in mere moments.

"Well, that is less nourishing than it used to be, what in the goddamned hell happened here?

Have I been sleeping as humans devolved into apes?" shaking his head the four remaining scouts, as though truly expecting them to explain in details, unsurprisingly, they instead attacked, not like running away was any wiser, instead, they all spoke the words and striked up the pose necessary to unleash the power of their last resort, the same life art that Loimos had once had to deal with, which power was still definitely enough to graze him of the surface of this world.

Nosferatu, tapped his fingers against one another, allowing those four to do their thing, 'Life, I Give You Everything' did not spoil the blood anyways, and as one could have expected, the condensed might of four lives being given up made for a nice light show, but nothing more for a gravelord, having the same effect as a pebble thrown by an armless, sickly baby with the umbilical cord tight around the neck, derisory, laughable, simply pathetic and disappointing.

Absorbing the blood of the fools, Nosferatu once again remarked how poor it was, being used to consuming death hunters, he was appalled at the difference in quality, even their little nails used to be better than this, they used to at least capable of prickling him a bit.

"That is still better than nothing…" he turned back to Loimos, who was just standing there, as per usual.

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"I don't suppose that you are a food delivery boy, is something the matter little skeleton? No one would find their way in here and raise me up from my sleep by accident" smiling as he looked around at the rows of coffins, he walked up to the undead, not requiring many steps as he towered above Loimos.

Nosferatu was barely below the two meters and a half mark, appearing especially domineering due to his oversized shoulders, unlike Dracula, who maintained a disposition that could make one question whether he was an undead or not, the strongest gravelord never blinked, moving his various body parts at distincts moments, giving out a strange impression of slowness.

He only expressed himself normally through physical movements to the five scouts, now that he communicated with Loimos, most people would think that he was a corpse being marionetted by an especially sluggish person.

Loimos explained the situation as succinctly as possible, the same he had previously, only adding the fact that they now add the assistance of Dracula.

"They built an entire city around his majesty's crypt? Very well then, where is it?"

"Which direction are they? Come on skelly, I'll deal with it real quick, give them all a quick paint job-"n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

"We wish to gather all of the king's forces before going for any sort of assault, so that the new war may begin with us trampling over as many unsuspecting nations as possible before they can rally up" Loimos spoke, the gravelord making an odd face at him.

"Aah, yes, that makes sense, but it seems like you lot were planning on staying discreet, but there was a bunch of vampire hunters up there that definitely know that something happened, even if they can't tell who or what I am, they'll know the danger this place poses, someone was looking over those five with an innate ability as well" scratching his ear with his murderous claw, he did not seem very worried at all.

"They can leave all they want to, I can feel that it's still bright outside, I am still not back in my prime, some shade won't be sufficient for me to step anywhere outside when it is day, are you going to kill them all?

They are severely weaker than the death hunters I know, but you are weak as well" he stared up through the ceiling, straight at the hunters, who were most certainly all retreating right this instant.

"Those five were not enough to nourish you?" Loimos was not very familiar with the ways of the vampires, all that he had encountered were well-fed too.

"Not even close skelly, but I can get myself back in town on my own, unlike all of the vampires slumbering here, say, could you perhaps do that blood thing for them as well, otherwise, I'll have to get them on a little hunting trip, there are more than a thousand vampires here, that won't go unnoticed, especially since I will definitely slaughter any town I notice, seriously, I am so bored, where are the strongest of this era?"