"What should I do with my sister?" I spoke aloud, trying to find a way to keep her safe while I exacted vengeance.

"Perhaps I have a solution." A raspy voice came from the tent entrance.

I turned to see a fellow undead enter casually. I readied myself to fight, aware that all the undead here were under enemy control. I lamented at the idea that my sister was so controlled.

"Are you like me?" I wondered aloud.

"No Samuel, it is me Belus, I am speaking through this undead." The dead man spoke a name I was familiar with.

"Master Wizard?" I tentatively spoke, and then I recalled his deception. "I am dead!" I spoke without thought, accusing the wizard.

The zombie was silent, its dead eyes gazed back at me. "Yes you are, I have granted you a new life, an unlife as a revanent. This way you can exact your vengeance on those that wronged you." Belus explained

I didn't care about my circumstance and so I said so. "I don't care what I am. What about my sister?" I thrust an accusatory finger in the zombie's face.

"Her soul has left for the afterlife. She is at peace my child, only the flesh remains." The wizard tried to calm me, but I would not simply take it.

"Her soul may be gone, but her body remains to be violated by the men that killed her. I won't leave her here." I said resolutely.

The undead paused, the wizard controlling the creature was likely thinking. Eventually, he spoke, mouthing a sigh without breath. "We can take her with us, if you agree to help me, I will ensure her body is taken care of." The wizard offered.

"Thank you, but was I not already assisting you?" I wondered since I had planned to burn this camp to the ground.

"The situation has changed." He said, just as the sounds of yelling resounded all around me.

"What is happening?" I spoke aloud my confusion, frantically looking around the dimly lit tent.

"Their leader is cutting his losses, preparing to slay the entire army and convert them to undead." He tilted his head. "At least that's what I think he is doing." The wizard added.

The idea of every one of those bastards getting killed and turned into shambling zombies filled me with joy. It was tinged with some dissatisfaction since they would not fall by my hand.

"Good riddance, I hope they suffer before death." I spat those words with all the hatred of a dead man.

"I understand your view, but I think you should widen it." He said and I was puzzled.

"What do you mean?"

"What do you think all those freshly created undead would do once set loose. Do you think they will just shamble about? Or would they spread across the countryside and slaughter every village they find?" His explanation sent chills down my spine, which was probably all in my head.

"We have to stop them!" I pleaded as the horrors I had witnessed would be repeating across the barony.

"I have a plan, but it will require your help and your fellow undead."

"What do you need?" I quickly accepted and readied to do what I could for the people of this land.

The undead approached, reaching out with its cold dead hands. "Take my hand and accept my binding. With it, I can use you and your compatriots to usurp control of any undead you come into contact with." He explained his plan and it was brilliant, but I noted a simple flaw.

"Can we control all of the undead?" I wondered aloud.

He shook his head in the negative. "Taking control of that many undead is beyond me. This is to limit their reach and attain enough forces here to stem the tide." He explained.

Realising I had no choice, I grabbed hold of undead hands and accepted. It was a very odd sensation, but it felt like I was not alone in this body. The feeling was not as oppressive as I thought it would be.

"Touch your sisters shoulder and we can initiate the link." A voice in my head commanded.

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I did as ordered and tapped her shoulder, she immediately stood up straight and turned to me. I could feel a bond between us and knew exactly what to do. With a thought I commanded her to follow and finally, she did.

Further orders came from the wizard and so brother and sister went to work. I exited the tent, only to arrive at sheer pandemonium. Undead of various kinds were slaughtering everyone they came in contact with. Zombies lunged at groups of armoured mercenaries, witling them down by sheer numbers.

Vampires commanded undead and even waded into battle, sinking fangs into flesh. It was a slaughter, a free-for-all, death reigned supreme across the entire camp.

"I will find your companions, try to take as many undead as possible." The undead declared before going silent.

The corpse fell to the ground like a puppet with its strings cut. I wondered if I should do anything about it, but decided to go about my mission. Undead were running about and I managed to tag a few shambling by. They promptly turned to me, awaiting orders. I could tell only some of the undead would respond to this.

Oddly I could see that some undead had links cast off and into the distance. Yet the majority seem to be free range and running solely on instinct. Those were my targets and so I went to work.

I tried to avoid the major fighting centres, picking off several loose undead. They followed me like a horde and I was the master. I knew it was the wizard's magic at work, but it felt oddly satisfying. Passing through some tents, I checked to see if my sister was keeping up.

I requested she linger in the centre of the horde, protected from any attackers. With her safe I pressed on, taking as many zombies as possible. Eventually, I ended up with a good number, around forty in total, all shambling behind me. The rest of the camp was too preoccupied with killing each other.

"Get out of my way undead peasants!" Someone shouted and I turned around a corner.

A vampire was running for his life or perhaps it was unlife, through the camp. He was trailed by a few mortals in armour, desperately trying to keep up with their master.

"Keep him busy, we can catch up later!" He ordered and his attendants trailed behind him.

"Sven! Get back here you bastard!" Another voice, laced with pure and unbridled rage, roared in anguish.

The name Sven compelled memories to the forefront. I knew this creature and the atrocities he committed. I witnessed him descending upon fleeing villagers and ravaging them for blood. He was a bloodthirsty animal and he needed to die!

I commanded the undead, minus my sister to mob him. The entire horde raced forward and the vampire stopped in its tracks. "Get out of my way!" He ordered and I felt the power of a necromancer crash against me.

The horde stopped in its tracks, but I did not. "Die!" I leapt forward, stolen sword in hand and slashed him across the face. He easily dodged and backhanded me with such tremendous strength, I flew back.

"Talking zombies, what in the Abyss?" The vampire exclaimed, before turning back to find the other vampire arriving.

The other one was fueled by rage, an anger I recognised. It was obvious he held the same feelings I had. I don't know why I was able to recognise this, perhaps it was because we were both undead.

"You can't run from me!" He yelled before leaping into action.

Unlike my sloppy attack, this vampire seemed a seasoned warrior. He leapt across the distance and struck down with his sword, impaling his distracted enemy. The blade sank deep into the vampire's torso, all the way to the hilt.

"I wonder how many stabs this will take. Hopefully a lot!" The very pissed of vampire roared.

"It will take more then that, peasent!" The foppish vampire retorted, kicking the man in the jewels.

The angry vampire staggard back, holding his crotch. "Did you just kick me in the junk?!" He complained.

"That's what you get! Now kill him!" The vampire commanded and my entire horde obeyed, even my sister.

The horde mobbed the other vampire, while the one known as Sven fled during the chaos. I wanted to chase him down, but I couldn't leave my sister. I commanded them to stop, but got no response, they continued following the previous order.

"Damn necromancer!" The other vampire shouted, readying to fight the oncoming horde.

The two sides clashed and the zombies had no chance, they met claw as the vampire flung them away and tore through them. But despite the vampire's power, he was soon drowned in the mass of undead.

"Stop!" I commanded with every fibre of my being.

Somehow they heard it, my words reached out and captured their undead minds. Whatever compulsion the vampire laid upon them, broke with my mental onslaught. At that moment I had no clue if that was the power of the wizard or my own.

The horde ceased their attack and with another command, slowly backed away from the vampire. With space attained, he raised his sword on guard.

"Who are you?! Get out of my way!" He threatened, his sword brandished against me.

The vampire stood his ground and I did the same. We glared at each other for a moment before a booming voice cut the tension.

"Talking undead, get out of the way, we need to kill that prick for murdering our friend." A giant covered in blood announced.

"Well I want to kill him to, he slaughtered my village!" I retorted, fueled by the memories and horrors.

"Well if you both want to kill him. Go and kill him, the bastard is getting away!" The giant shouted back.

I looked to the giant and then to the vampire. Both absorb his words, accepting their truth. All though I was loathed to join hands with filthy sellswords, I could not face that devil alone.

"Alright, we'll go kill him, what do you say?" I asked the vampire.

"Don't need to ask me twice." He agreed with a predatory grin, before turning to the giant. "Gather the men, find the captain."

"Come on, I've got an axe with Sven's name on it." The giant pleaded.

"Your already killed his flunkies." The vampire gestured to the two dead men behind them, cut to pieces.

He grumbled angrily, clenching his fists, but ultimately I could see the acceptance in his eyes.

"Make him suffer Erik, don't let him die clearly." He requested, throwing his axe to the vampire, who caught it easily.

"Don't worry, he will die slow." He promised and I loved that idea.

Nodding, I accompanied the vampire named Erik, on a quest for vengeance, my horde following behind.