"Papa got hurt?" mewed Nox, his eyes widening greatly as tears formed around the corners. Of which caused Brutus to flinch, then wonder as the child's pupils flashed to a bright red for half a moment.

This event startled his mind, whilst his body remained as calm as the dead. For having a child's eyes change to such a thing was quite dangerous, and could only mean one thing to one such as he. The hybrid had the Madness within his person. Therefore, it was best to placate his mind.

"Yes," nodded the Lich King, "but do not worry. The Humans were swiftly dealt with, their essences obliterated, and your father was made well." He did not, however, speak of how long it took for the Ageless's past self to recover after such an ordeal.

"Though," he continued with a mutter has his right primary, clawed hand flipped through the pages of his Story, "He did not speak of what had happened."

"This is due to the fact that I did not remember what had occurred, Brutus, nor was it recorded within my own Stories," rumbled a voice from behind. One in which revealed to be the God King of Terra in his Kobold guise. Of which was of endarkened fur in colour, with many flecks of silver scattered about his body to appear as though all who gazed upon it were viewing the stars in the heavens above.

The eyes of this form, however, were not the same as one would see with all other Dog-men and women. Instead, they contained the constellations for Home and Family, and if one were to gaze into such eyes for too long, then a soft whisper of a message is played within their mind, "We are all one Family as we continue in our search for our Home."

"Papa," cried out Nox as he tore himself away from the cuddle session the twins had with his person, in order to scamper over to the Ageless with droplets of tears leaping away from his eyes.

This caused the God King to kneel down and embrace his son, of whom was terrified that the older had gotten hurt. Even if it did occur many centuries ago, the child was still upset about such an event. Therefore, he sought to comfort his father, believing that such a thing will protect the other, or simply give comfort to his person.

Yes. It did produce some comfort for the Ageless, as he sought to calm his child with much petting of the head and back whilst supporting the small body. "There, there, Nox," he murmured softly, "Everything is okay."

"Papa's not hurt?" The child looked up and into his father's eyes, of whom noted two streams of tears down the sides of his head, and wiped them away.

"No," he replied softly, scratching the other's head with his right, clawed hand, "I'm not hurt."

"Okay," came the soft reply as Nox laid the right side of his head against the older's chest.

"Brutus, if I may?"

"Oh," the Lich King leapt to his feet, and bowed slightly as the other sat down upon the chair he once occupied, "Of course, my Lord High God. Is there anything else you need of me?" His voice was hopeful, but also held a secret desire to return to his work, which the other immediately picked up on due to their bond.

"No, my Lich King," the Kobold shook his head slowly, "You may return to your duties, whilst I remain to entertain the children."

"Yes, my Lord High God." Once again, he bowed, but lower, as a white portal opened up at his feet. Of which caused the Skeleton to become swallowed up by such a thing, and closed itself behind him.

After he had left, the Ageless did snap his clawed digits, creating a loud sound. This summoned a small cadre of chefs, each carrying a small platter of food. Of which were laid out in front of the children upon small stands, before retreating back inside the castle. Here, Nox was placed upon the ground and was lightly pushed towards the food by the other. However, after obtaining a large armful of the various meats and cheeses available, desired to sit back in his father's lap just as the Kobold summoned up a crimson robe. One that wrapped around his person with relative ease whilst he stayed still upon the chair.

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"Now then," rumbled the God King as he lifted his child onto his lap, "Let us resume with after a time had passed during the events which I had suffered."

*****

It would not be until a full moon turn had passed when I awoke to the sound of brutal chopping and hacking at the flesh of those still living and long dead. Yes. The living also cried out and gurgled during such executions, but I paid little heed to it. Instead, I merely stared up at a wooden ceiling with confusion. This was due to the fact that the last memory I held was of telling Brutus to attack the outpost, and now this.

Well, as I was confused, I raised up my right hand, and growled. For such an appendage reminded my past self of something unpleasent, and transformed it, along with the rest of my body, into that which was far more suitable for one such as I. In that my body became that of my Devil self, as opposed to what I truly was whilst resting.

In any case, when I sat up I found I had become bereft of clothing, and called upon my energies to form the faded blue robe I had grown accustomed to wearing. Of which wrapped itself around my body in a comfortable manner. Along with this came a staff of plain wood, one that I gripped and used such an object to lift my body up from a large bed made of leathers and tanned skins of Humans.

Yes. I knew it was of Humans, as the multitude of stretched faces greeted my person when the covers and sheets of silks moved away. To this, I grinned in an evil manner, and had myself a chuckle at such a thing. For I had, at one point, joked with Brutus and a few others whilst upon Terra, "At some point, I desire a bed made of the skins of Humans to lie upon."

I did not believe they would remember my quip, nor even carry out such a task.

Of which caused my person to wonder where they gained such Humans in order to skin, tan, and make into a bed. Well, I would soon find that out, as I moved towards the exit and opened the door to reveal something which should not be possible.

For before my very eyes was a cavernous system lit with emerald, sapphire, and ruby coloured flames, and the entirety of the area spanned a full kilometre outwards. All along the area were structures which were made of shaped stone, which meant the stone was grown into the desired shapes and sizes specified. This small glimpse was enough to remind my person of the first Necropolis, one that my person, Brutus, and my Undying army had constructed so long ago.

Now? Now there was this new city, one full of non-Humans and Human captives being slain for their meat, bones, and skin. Yes. They were before my person, the ones performing the deed, but at the bottom of what I could only surmise as a grand stairway down. Or rather, a multitude of steps which led up to a shaped castle of wood and stone which stretched from the ground to the ceiling three hundred metres above my head.

However, as I descended towards the ground, the world before my person paused in their desires in order to turn and stare upon my person with a myriad of emotions. None of which were unpleasant, by the by, as the most I had seen were of genuine surprise or worship. Whereas I, though somewhat unnerved by their expressions, shrugged as I walked towards the city before my eyes.

As I was making my way towards the gate which separated the space between what I surmised as my castle and the city, I was immediately swarmed by Brutus and my Undying. Each piling onto my person with great shouts of joy whilst ignoring the awkwardness our audience felt watching this display of affection for my person.

"My Lord God," cried out Brutus as he rubbed his right cheekbone against my chest, "I'm so glad you're okay." To which I smiled inwardly, as my right clawed hand pat his metallic skull, and rubbed it with some affection. This caused him to squeeze my body tighter, but released my person as he was tossed away by the burly arms of Shauu.

Of whom righted my body with a, "Hmph," but I noted that she desired to embrace my person. So I allowed such a thing to occur, by upraising my arms towards her person. She hesitated for, but a moment, then immediately engulfed my being into her metallic fur. This lasted for a short eternity, then I was released from her embraced.

Unfortunately, I was immediately tackled by the other six females, of whom would be called my Chosen Seven at a later date. Each of these cried out and nuzzled my body, desiring to shed the tears which could no longer be produced due to their conversion to Undeath.

After such a time as I was allowed to stand up once more, did my skeletal Undying approached my person with great hesitation. For these, although they could not fully feel or speak as the others could, desired to embrace my person. Yes. I did so, much to their short lived joys, devoured by that which was within all Undead.