The Necromancer and the Queen

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((Oh I see but is he dead, it says he's dead....LOL))

[Kiara Johnson]

(Yes he is dead, but Dec is a Necromancer and has risen him, or made him rise again as one of his mindless walking dead... read)

Kalista's mind heard it before it even began to chime its ugly sound through the beauty of the church, her eyes flashed a crimson color and then returned to their onyx state just as quickly as her sword appeared as if from nowhere in her delicate-seeming hand, the blade of Karador flaring a golden light, bringing to the interior of the domed room the appearance of being lit up by a thousand-plus candles all at once. The sound of the living dead drew closer to her with every passing second, the foul stench of the corpse reaching her nostrils now and still, she sat, not wanting to turn and face what she believed her eyes would see behind her. She felt that she didn't want to know the truth of what, or rather who it was behind her, creeping towards her with an intent to kill her, not for who she was, but simply just because she was in his presence, or rather, now it would seem, its presence.

There was a scuffling sound perhaps ten paces behind her now as the corpse of one of her long-time friends approached her from behind, his moaning a drone of warning that he intended to destroy her living essence, to allow her to become one with his un-living state. Kalista then closed her eyes, shut them tightly, and took a long inhale of air through her nostrils, filling her senses with that foul stench that was the Priest known to her as Father Jacob, but more to the point as Jacob Sanders, friend of the Karador line for centuries, their families living closely together, but no more, this man was no longer a man, but a puppet, and that much, she would have to remember as she slowly stood, her eyes still shut and then turned, pivoting on her heal, sword in hand to face what she would have to do.

A pair of crimson orbs flashed open, their light radiating within the golden light of the domed church, bringing to the beauty of the place a reddish hue that seemed to overpower the golden sanctity of the holy building. Along with the reddish glow, there came a momentary sob, cut short by the rumbling sound of a deep seeded growl of anger and the droning sound of the living-dead moan. Kalista didn't hesitate as she swung her sword up to strike, the zombie priest lunged forward, Kalista brought down her sword and with a most sickening sound of steel slicing through flesh and bone, the moaning ceased as the head flew off the body as if being smacked by a batters bat for a home run play at a ball game. The body shuddered and then slumped with a quiet thud to the marbled floor of the church, just as the head of her friend hit the floor with a slightly louder, whack and then rolled under the third set of pews to her right.

Kalista's hand loosened its hold on the blade of Karador and it fell with a resounding clank, to the church floor, her legs simultaneously following suit, bringing her to her knees before her truly dead friend. She bent her head and said a silent prayer for the dead before once more, taking up the still glowing blade in her hand and standing once more, her eyes having not regained their onyx state, she then stepped over the headless corpse and strode to the door of the church, now knowing precisely who it had been she was conversing with, just moments before. She now knew, she had finally met that whom she' d longed to meet. Now the church doors flew open before her, a great wind pushing them outward, the guard standing there looking up at their queen with awe, their faces confused.

"Find me that man who left here, go, now.. I want him found and brought to me alive." She growled between gritted teeth, her words echoing and reverberating off the very houses and buildings in her anger, personified to the equality of a loud thunderclap.

There was no hesitation, not a single moment where any of the guards would have even thought to ask why, they just simply acted and the moment her words left her lips, they were already off, following the path they knew him to have gone by, but not knowing as to where from after their sight was lost of him, he would possibly be, but they would try.

"So, Necromancer, now it is personal... you and I will have a little game of cat and mouse, you... will be the mouse." She growled between still clenched teeth as she walked, bloodied sword still held in her hand, down the dark street of Karador and up toward the castle.

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((Eww the head part is alittle....*shivers* never mind. Now Decimas has met his match....hopefully ;D ;) ))

[Kiara Johnson]

Lol, I DO have the tendency to write it how it is.. heehee  Oh and Dec is still alive and kickin'  BTW  the story has not as of yet, come down to the line, though has gotten close a few times.  And now, without further ado.. it is time for me to start thinking about the other one,

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((Yeah Kiara is thinking about the other one again...what's the other one again...LOL))