Wholly Undead 231 The Meeting Continues

With a narrowing of the flaming abyssal eyes, his right hand launched into a fist that struck down on Mark.

"Ugh!" Mark spun through the air, as the Ice Hammer broke apart when his skeletal hand's released grip.

In his reckless decent, Mark slammed through two buildings, sending the last one toppling, as he formed a crater on the other side into the street.

Jack seeing the falling building, reached out and scooped up the debris before it crashed. He then shoveled it to an open waste to the East of the City.

[Need to minimize the true deaths of these people... These are not mine to kill... Yet... And these might become mine later.] Jack thought to himself, as a few more undead kneeled in reverence.
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Mark crawled out of his hole, and dusted off his vestments, as he looked up to see the G.o.d-King's work. He mentally furrowed his brows, as he conjured a set of six Ice lances in the air before him, each thirteen meters long and one and a half meters thick, like the trunks of trees.

He waved his hands to launch them, as he condensed another set of six.

As Jack turned his large skull to face the impact crater of Mark, out of instinct he backhandedly swatted the Ice Lances that were about to his face. As his hand came down, a second set of Ice Lances hidden in the shadows of the first echoed out from the impact to Jack's face.

Being knocked back slightly, Jack was surprised by Mark's thinking.

[This is some anime fighting s.h.i.+t!] As he commented in his mind, Jack reached out with his hand to grab Mark, but was only met with Mark das.h.i.+ng away.

[Large, but slow...] Mark commented in his mind, as he formed another set of Ice Lances to launch, as he flew at rapid speeds around Jack.

Jack continued to fend off the attacks while minding his hands within the city, though his interest in protecting these foreign people started to dwindle quickly, as his patience was fast approaching their limits.

Seeing that the G.o.d-King paused to hold another building from falling due to his Ice Lances, Mark landed. He saw that while he got some hits in on the G.o.d-King, all it served was to p.i.s.s him off, and it didn't even seem that the G.o.d-King was taking him seriously. Weighing his options in his mind, he finally concluded that he needed more power. He had, personally, done enough.

[Let's give him a bigger problem to face and destroy this City. I can then blame him and turn Borda onto the idea of invading Deagoth as an excuse to get resources to fend off the Dead Tide...] Mark smiled in his mind.

Looking up from the corner of a building, Mark spoke in a low voice as he began to chant, "You are the child of the Trickster and Sorrow. The one that would be Queen of this Underworld. Cold death is your right, and judge of those that departed-"

Jack's spine tingled, as he looked to the source of concern. He noticed that a bit of his light glimmered on the icy horns of Mark, as Jack slammed his fist into the ground where Mark had been... Mark seemed to dodge at the last possible moment.

Jack reached and grabbed at mark who was flying, as he caught him in his hands, the Image of Mark shattered into Ice within his grasp.

[Ice clones... f.u.c.k. What's next... Ice Mirrors???]

Jack continued to look for the real Mark, as he heard Mark's voice rising, "-Lend your descendant your coming, and face this new G.o.d with your might, least he taste sorrow on his tongue but he be given naught but your fury! XUYOR HEL GO GWIS XI!!!"

A large Icy wind blew within Bineham, as a vortex of white ice and snow took form of a large silhouette of a blue female with icy horns. This image was conjured from waist high, and her long hair was a deep black color that seemed to reflect the light of Jack like stars in the Overworld's skies. She wore a large skinned fur around her neck of some three-headed beast with reddish-brown hue as it draped over her shoulders and back, and her ample blue bust was pushed up by a Leather brown corset. The taunt strings of her dress across her bosom struggled to contact them, and threaten to burst should the chance arise.

The Female G.o.ddess summoned, spoke with her closed eyes, "Who has summoned Hel, and Who needs to be smitten in my name?!" Her eyes snapped open, as she loomed over the city, as other Undead marveled, and wondered when these lands contained a second G.o.d.

The continent as a whole looked at the skylines and were able to see a second G.o.d in the distance... Was this a new challenger to the G.o.d-King???

With Hel's eyes open, she starred as Jack, who the ladder stared at her in turn... Neither one nor the other spoke.

As Mark was about to go pick up Janet, he couldn't help but find something strange, as he paused to watch.

"Lich King...?" Hel spoke...

"Hel...? G.o.ddess Hel? As in the G.o.ddess of Hel, the Underworld?" Jack asked after his mind racked to remember.

"You remember! You finally became a G.o.d! Good for you! How many years has it been?"

"Ummm... The Lich King is from ten thousand years ago..." Jack commented.

"Has it been that long?"

"He died you know?"

"No kidding? Well, here you are, back in might and bigger than life! Bahahaha, you know I love that joke."

"Riiiiiiiight... Hel, where are you?"

"Oh?! You know where I reside, what kind of question is that," Hel laughed with hideous laughter, as the Undead within the city slumped and fell to their knees.

Jack noticed these Undead's reactions, as he nodded, and spoke again, "You must forgive me, death takes a toll on the soul."

"He always does. Best not to a.s.sociate with him, as much as possible, you know." Hel pointed in a direction in the distance North.

"With the Demons, I live. I haven't been here in so long. You know It's about time for the new age to begin. I was lucky last time... Speaking of luck is that old b.i.t.c.h Neith still here?" Hel looked to the South, where the tomb of Neith would be...

"I Killed her not that long ago actually, gave her soul to Death, in fact..."

"BAHAHAHAHHAAHAHAH." Deadly laughter rang out among the City, as Icy wraiths crawled out of the shadows of the moaning of the Undead, to spook those that were among the unliving.

"So! Hilarious! At least I don't have to worry about that Elder G.o.ddess p.i.s.sing in my lands! Just Because she's a Ragnarök older than I am, made her think she was hot stuff! Get it... Hot! Hilarious. I digress."

"Yes... What brings you here, Hel?" Jack attempted to play off his situation and his utterly confused state, and gain as much information as he could.

"Hmmm, Oh! I was summoned to do some smiting. You know I always enjoyed smiting, but you're already here."

"I think you're supposed to be here to smite me."

"What? Why would I smite you? Hel and the Lich King are old friends, isn't that right, Lichy Poo?"

"...Yeah..."

Mark stood as many things clicked within his mind, into place... So many questions answered, so many old hatreds resolved, but there were still some that did not...

Mark finally flew up, "HEL!"

Hel turned her large face to see Mark, as her Icy eyes flashed, "Junior of the Demons, what happened to you?"

"...Things happened... Can you hold him off long enough that I can leave with my wife?!" Mark pointed at the G.o.d-King.

Hel looked to Jack, "Is there a problem with my Junior?"

"Well, he only tried to topple my kingdom with his little tricks, took my Skull of the Sun G.o.d, and then attacked me out of no where." Jack summed up his experience.

"Hmmm..." Hel brought an icy talon to her chin as she thought... "I'm not getting into this. Junior of the Demons, The Lich King is my friend, and you are my descendant. You fix these problems yourself." Hel then looked to Jack, "My reign of the Underworld comes soon, Lich King. Now that you finally became a G.o.d... You have to answer the question from so long ago... Are you with me...? Or are you against me?"

Hel began to dissolve into ice crystals as the winds of the deep dark frozen wastes blew them apart leaving some parting words, "I look forward... Lich King..."

Mark still dazed from the information he was processed was met with a t.i.tanic fist of the G.o.d-King colliding into him sending him cras.h.i.+ng back down into his Original Lair among the rubble of the building.