Red-Eye shut the door behind himself.
The room used to be a house before most of the interior dividing walls had been torn down, leaving only 3 pillars to stop the roof from falling. The floor was made of wood, and Sylver could see half-assed attempts at turning so of the wooden boards over to hide the blood that had soaked into them.
The barrier-creating device was in the very middle of the room, and Sylver could see a very faint wispy light moving upwards from it as if it were smoke from a small candle. The air was extrely dry, and the sll of ozone overpowered whatever else it might have slt of. The device humd with a very tense and loud wurr.
I genuinely do hope you dont take this the wrong way But whats an undead doing all alone this far south? Red asked. Sylver continued to look at the device in the middle of the room and kept his back to Red.
Was it the accent? Sylver asked after a short sigh.
You dont breathe very evenly, and when you do its far too shallow for a man of your size. Your shoulders dont move when you walk, which is very common with undead that arent used to having muscles. You dont look where youre going, aning youre mostly relying on your mana sense, as opposed to your eyes. And uh Theres no real way of saying this politely, but you reek, Red explained, as Sylver turned on his heel to stare at the man.
Of what? Ive been using the sa scent suppressing spell for years now, even monsters cant sll , Sylver asked.
Its not a sll per se Its uh One of my perks allows to judge the Whats a good word to describe it Freshness? Zeal? I can sort of get a sense of how good soones blood is. And the stuff flowing through your veins just barely registers as blood. Going by sll alone, I would have more luck drinking holy water, than I would trying to drink your blood. Its not rotten exactly, but I wouldnt call it a pleasant sll either, Red said, doing air quotes over the word blood.
Could you describe it? The sll or feeling or whatever? Sylver asked.
The most noticeable is this disgustingly sharp stench of tal. Like Im snorting iron shavings. Under that is a very faint scent of li and orange. And at the core of it all is a sll I cant put into words. But it slls old and dense, even if its faint. Like a tiny piece of one of those extrely expensive dry-aged cuts of at, you know? Red asked. Sylver turned around and went back to inspecting the extrely compressed frawork that made up the barriers core.
The device was the size of a large barrel and was roughly the sa shape. A gigantic piece of dark blue quartz, cut and polished into a perfect icosahedron, with all 20 faces filled with barely readable frawork carved into them.
Given the direction you ca from; I take it youre on your way to Urth? Red asked as Sylver walked sideways to see more of the frawork.
Urth? Sylver asked. He rembered what it was right before Red started talking.
I guess not. Its a necropolis, one of the few that hasnt disappeared without a trace. Its a nice enough place, if you can handle feeding on whores and cripples, Red explained while Sylver sent a pulse of mana through the floor to see how deep the tallic structure went.
Going by the concentration of mana in the ground, this town wasnt taken over for the fun of it. The presence of an undiscovered leyline certainly explained where they were getting all the mana for such a powerful barrier.
Not your cup of tea I take it? Sylver asked absentmindedly, already working out the frawork he would have to use if he wanted to do what he wanted to do.
Please. Did you know that even if every single precaution imaginable is taken, there isnt a way to feed on soone without leaving a trace amount of saliva? Our biology has a built-in marker. If one vampire feeds on soone, another will be able to taste it. Thats on top of so sort of psychological block that prevents us from drinking from a bag, or a cup, or a bucket, or what have you. The mont a persons blood leaves their body, it becos useless and revolting, even if absolutely nothing changes about it, Red explained, as he walked over to Sylver and stood next to him, half looking at the barrier device, half looking at him.
Youre being extrely open about this. To a stranger no less, Sylver said, while he took another step to the left and Red did the sa.
I havent had a chance to speak to my own kind in nearly 4 years. If you dont mind asking, what are you? Given that you asked for both food and rest, youve got a physical body to take care of. My guess is ghoul. Or a zombie variant. Then again if Im going by the way your blood moves in your body, beating heart and all, youre possessing the body you are in? Red guessed, while Sylver moved another step, and had to scrap his prior work and start over.
Its a long story. Suffice to say Im neither fully undead nor completely alive, Sylver answered, half honestly.
Oh, youre one of those. Sure, whatever. Being undead is a state of mind and all that bullshit. You tell yourself whatever you want, Red said, with a mixture of disgust and mockery in his tone.
Theres no need for hostilities. I didnt an to offend, you asked, I answered. You ntioned whores and cripples? Sylver asked.
He didnt bother looking up or away from the barrier device, despite feeling Reds glare at the back of his head. The device was protected by its own barrier, but Sylver felt that he could break through it if he had a few minutes. Or reinforce it.
The non-undead that live in Urth. Youve got the whores who share their blood with whoever pays them and cripples to sell their flesh and heal as much back as they can until they build up too big of a tolerance for healing magic to grow it back. A lot of the cripples live like kings for a few months before they piss all their money away and have to start selling their flesh again. And more often than not they end up with so much debt that they have no choice but to allow sothing vital to be sold, Red explained while Sylver nodded along, more so to the frawork in his head, as opposed to what Red was saying.
And the whores? Sylver asked.
They either die because soone went feral while they were feeding, or they marry soone and eventually beco undead themselves. Or disappear without a trace. A lot of undead are relatively loaded, youd be surprised how large of a chunk the living have to waste on food and shelter No offense, Red quickly, added as Sylver nodded along.
I was told there was this beautiful period where a bunch of unmarried won fell in love with the idea of vampires and practically threw themselves at anything that had fangs. So book or sothing, I cant rember what it was called. I missed it by a re 9 years, vampires stopped being sexy when a bunch of bards saw one of those won get torn to shreds by a group of feral vampires. But get this, I heard from a trusted source that the vampires that killed the girl werent even vampires. They were zombies that put on makeup and made themselves fake fangs, Red continued, as Sylver finished his circle around the barrier-creating device.
To say it would be annoying to deal with was an understatent.
I see Ill be honest with you, Im a little thrown off by the fact that I was allowed in so easily. And that youre letting be in the sa room as sothing so vital to the camp, let alone letting inspect it, Sylver asked, as he stood up from his crouch and faced Red.
Red had removed the mask that had covered his face, and Sylver saw the small bumps behind his lips that hid his fangs. His eyes had a slight glow to them, that stood out against his oddly not that pale face.
Youre in here because Bonny told to be nice to you. And I an First of all, youre not really a threat. And even if you are, you dont have a chance against all the fighters we have inside, Red explained, showing his sharpened teeth as he spoke.
What makes you think Im not a threat? Sylver asked. Red gave Sylver an odd look before answering.
Youre below level 100. I dont know if youre level 4 or level 99, but I know for certain youre not level 100. I know so perks can fake a persons level, but this cant be faked. Soone below level 100, doesnt stand a chance against soone whos managed to increase their level past 100. And thats one on one, there are at least 70 people here who are well above level 100. Not to ntion Im not exactly a pushover myself, Red explained. Sylver decided that since hes being perceived as weak, he might as well further weaken himself in their eyes.
Sylver pulled his mask off and saw Red do a double-take.
What?
Nothing I just didnt expect you to be so white. And whats wrong with your eyes? When was the last ti youve seen the sun? Ive seen wights that have more color on them than you do, Red said, looking at Sylver as if hed just grown a second head.
Do you believe in impossible coincidences? Sylver asked. Red just stared at him without saying a word.
What if I told you I am a necromancer who can partially cure vampirism? Sylver asked. Hed let his heart work as it wanted before but took care to steady it as much as possible to sell the lie. Even if he wasnt lying right now.
A necromancer? As in you can raise zombies, skeletons, and the like? Red asked. He crossed his arms over his chest, and Sylver saw the tips of his fingers extending slightly as his nails slowly grew.
Sowhat. Im a researcher, the class is combative in na only. Do you have any idea how much ti it takes to raise a zombie? Not to ntion that its hard to find a dead body in good enough shape to be of any use as a zombie. I was with a group that was traveling to Urth, but we were ambushed on the way there. Im not I cant enter a proper city, one with a teleportation node, so I was more or less hoping to hire a few of the fighters here to escort there. For a good price of course. I know how I look, but theres a great deal of money waiting for at Urth, Sylver said.
Sylver did his best to look a bit shy and frightened while wearing a mask of false confidence on top of that.
Cure vampirism how? Red asked, taking the bait.
Partially is the keyword here. I have a cure for lycanthropy, and I make most natural-born zombies as alive as possible, but Im still in the process of finding a proper cure for vampirism. Its a biologically transferred curse, Ive been studying it for years. I even contracted it myself for a very short period of ti, Sylver explained, as Red looked less and less convinced.
And you just happen to run into a vampire in the middle of nowhere? I can tell youre doing sothing to your heart, so I cant trust that to check if youre telling the truth. Have you been following ? Did Stellas send you? Red asked, as he took a step back and lowered his hands to his side.
Which is why I asked about impossible coincidences. Look, I can prove it to you. How recently have you fed, are you at all hungry? Sylver asked. Spring and the others were already in position.
Not even peckish. Why? Red asked. His face softened slightly. He looked proud of himself.
I have a way to reduce the negative effects an undead might have. In the case of zombies, I can help them move faster, skeletons beco tougher and stronger, and vampires get relief from their thirst for blood. Im not sure if it will work if youre not even hungry, but it might make the feeling of fullness last longer, Sylver offered.
Red scratched his chin and stared Sylver right in the eye. Reds red eyes flashed a deep crimson for a mont, before returning to their normal hue.
I dont believe you. But Im struggling to understand why you would tell this if its a lie. Are you worried that we wouldnt let you leave? Is that it? Red asked, half speaking half mumbling, and trying to figure out Sylvers angle.
At the risk of sounding gullible, I didnt even consider the possibility of being unable to leave. Theres nothing to be gained by killing , and I didnt get the feeling Bonny kills and tortures people for the fun of it. I have a good eye for people, and the guards seed quite reasonable, Sylver explained, as Red started to laugh.
Doesnt torture for the fun of it Red said as he wiped invisible tears out of his eyes. I half believe that the whole reason she and her group joined the resistance was to have a justifiable excuse for killing people! But in her defense, she did try and talk. But as soone who can see other peoples blood flow, every single ti the town chief told her to fuck off, I swear on my unlife she got turned on, Red said, slipping back into his gossiping tone.
Not exactly reassuring, but Im undead. I dont feel pain, it wouldnt be fun torturing soone if they dont react, would it? And I guess its too late to ask now, but I can leave, right? Sylver asked. A curled smile appeared on Reds face, and Sylver could tell he wanted to ss with him. Red seed to hold in a breath before he sighed.
You are; we dont hold people captive. Not like that at least. Having a good public image is important. People wouldnt be willing to join us if they thought were just a bunch of savages. Everything else aside, you really should consider joining. Youll get a ton of dead bodies to experint on, or living ones if youre quick enough. Not to ntion were serious about sharing everything. We dont have a lot of mages right now, but I would be more than willing to help you get a bunch of extrely useful perks, Red offered. Sylver briefly closed his eyes as if he was thinking it over.
This was the sink or swim mont. Or at the very least the mont that would decide which plan Sylver was going to implent.
You make a compelling case for yourself In my culture, theres a certain custom to check if a person can be trusted or not I know its a little weird but would you mind doing it with ? I cant promise Ill join, but it would certainly make the offer more appealing, Sylver said. Red looked beyond skeptical as he took a small step back.
I dont I dont need to take my clothes off, right? Red asked. Sylver chuckled as he pulled his hood back.
No, we just press our foreheads together, and hold each others hands, thats all, Sylver said. Red rubbed his chin as he stared at Sylver.
I can make you guys an undead army. If you provide with a couple of specific herbs and tals. If nothing else theyre good for manual labor, digging ditches, building walls, whatever a person can do, they can do too, Sylver offered. Red lowered his hands and pulled the sleeves of his robe up to his elbow.
Could you raise a zombie right now, if you had a dead body? So I could see what youre talking about? Red asked.
Not without a handful of Pot-Licker petals, that I dont have on . If everything goes well at Urth, Ill co back here with everything I need, and we can go from there. I can even make zombies that can make other zombies, Sylver added. Red walked up to Sylver and had to look down slightly due to the difference in eye level.
Just touch foreheads and hold hands? Red asked, holding his hands up as if inspecting them.
Its strange, I know. Its kind of like a handshake, a reassurance that theres no hostility. I cant explain it properly without hours upon hours worth of stories and context. I have been told it feels too intimate by people whove never heard of it, but it would be a small price to pay for the potential of an undead army, Sylver said.
He raised his hands but didnt move them towards Red.
Red stood still and thought it over for a while before he nodded and interlaced his fingers with Sylvers as if they were about to push against each other. Sylver closed his eyes and nodded with his head for Red to do the sa. He peaked with one eye to make sure Reds were closed.
Sylver braced his legs as he leaned back and smashed his forehead as hard as he could against Reds face. At the exact sa ti, Spring finished his swing and hit Red on the back of the head, forcing his face and skull to be squashed between the sledgehamr, and Sylver magically reinforced forehead.
Sylver felt Reds mana try to gather in his hands, and sent a pulse of his own through them, destabilizing whatever spell Red was attempting to cast, and gripping with every drop of enhanced strength that he had to stop Red from pulling his hands away.
Shades filled the room as they shoved a wad of cloth into Reds open and blood-filled mouth, kicked him in the back of the knees to get him to the floor and stop him from getting enough leverage to use his strength, and piled onto him while Sylver kept a tight grip on his hands.
He felt his bones and Reds crunch under the pressure. Red tried to turn into a red mist for a mont, which didnt go as planned as one of the shades continued to point the umbrella at the vampire.
Sylver let Spring hit Red on the head one more ti, before twisting his hands, and pushing as hard as he could, until he felt all the tendons in Reds wrists give out and snap. Finally, Sylver let go of Reds hands, which the shades quickly grabbed and held, while Sylver placed his on either side of Reds bleeding and twisted in pain face.
Spring killed several shades in Sylvers shadow, to provide him with the boost in mana he needed to do this. Sylvers fingers glowed bright yellow as they burned through the skin on either side of Reds skull. Sylvers fingers broke through the bone and touched the soft bumpy brain inside.
He stared right at Reds panicked and wild red eyes and pressed hard into his skull until the glow from within Reds head was bright enough to change his red eyes to dark orange.
After almost 30 seconds of feeling like soone was burning his fingers off, the shades released their hold on Red and let the vampire fall to the ground. Red quietly gasped for breath as he shook on the ground, while Sylver slumped down onto one of the chairs nearby.
Little known fact about vampirism. Its a biologically transferred curse but it is a curse. And surprisingly enough the curse is very malleable. Its You cant hear anyway, Im wasting my breath, Sylver said, as he looked down at his hands and saw dark bones where his fingertips and nails used to be.
He ntally blocked the pain and wrapped his fingertips with a dense layer of darkness. He flexed his hands for a few seconds before he stood up and walked over to the barrier device.
The shades lifted Red off the ground and carried him next to Sylver. Sylver stood directly behind the unconscious vampire and placed his hand on the base of Reds neck.
It took Sylver a full minute to properly force his mana into the vampires body. Reds hands very slowly ca up to the barrier device and very gently started touching the frawork and dismantling it.
It was a bit like hitting soones knee and causing their leg to kick. Except in this case, Sylver was using his mana to force Reds mana to react and concentrate in his hands, which Sylver maneuvered into taking down the barrier around the barrier device.
It was normally used as an exercise used to help apprentices cast their first couple of spells before they got a proper feel for magic. It would have been impossible to do this, had Red not been a vampire, and therefore undead. Ideally, Sylver would have used [Undead Domination] but he didnt have anywhere near enough mana to convert Red.
Spring kept a lookout, but the coast was clear, Sylver had all the ti in the world.
When the barrier protecting the barrier device was down, Sylver let the shades move Red out of the way, while he made his adjustnts. Sylver released the darkness around his fingertips and let a couple of drops of blood fall onto the dark blue quartz crystal.
The blood spread out in the carved-in frawork, and Sylver stared at it as he used his blood and magic to change a few small details in the barrier surrounding the entire town and the liberation army.
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