Jack outlined some ideas with Verruca on his new super soldiers' program, and they both enjoy each other's company as they tackled suggestions. Jack wrote all of these down and ended up with near twenty pages of notes.
Feeling that he was moving on the right patch with Verruca, they bid each other goodnight, and Jack made his way to his evening tomb. It was time to turn in.
Jack waved his hand, and his door opened. He slipped off of his slippers and walked to his evening tomb.
"Welcome back, husband." Leslie giggled, as she laid in Jack's evening tomb.
"Leslie... How I have longed to see you today. Let me lay down and have you by my side."
Jack climbed into his tomb, and Leslie, in turn, climbed up onto Jack laying on his large rib cage, as she stared deeply at Jack.
"Jack?"
"Hmmm?"
"You were alone with Verruca for five hours... You didn't do... that... With her, did you?"
"No... None of that was thought about."
"Alright. Did she tell you her feelings?"
"She tried to lie and say she didn't love me anymore. So, I stopped her from lying, had a long talk, and we both decided we are friends that have the possibility to become more in the future."
"So, she tried to fulfill the bet, by lying... That woman, I swear." Leslie thought out loud.
"What bet?"
"I made a bet with her to call you. She thought you wouldn't come. I said you would. If you didn't come, I was going to give a larger military budget, and if you did, she had to tell you either pursue her or not."
"Well, I guess she more or less kept her word. She didn't say I could pursue her. I think We can just be friends, and nothing more. With enough time to pass now, perhaps this will heal her heart, and she can find someone else... Maybe she doesn't need anyone else and can just be herself. I just want her to be happy." Jack said lazily.
"Well, are you going to make me happy tonight?" Leslie asked with a flirty voice.
"Where's Emily?"
"Me and her had a talk," Leslie said with a bright voice.
"Oh? Did she tell you what she wouldn't this morning?"
"I thought I knew Emily, but who knew she would fall in love with that feeling!"
"Haha, was it that great for her," Jack asked while feeling smug.
"Jack, whatever you did to her, please for the love of the Creator do it to me. She went on and on about it." Leslie clamored.
[I might not have been the champ in my last life, but I am the champ in this unlife! FeelsGoodMan.]
"So, did you agree to her?" Jack asked.
"...That depends on your performance tonight if I will fight her on this. I enjoyed it last time, but if it's like that for her I don't mind letting her have more time. If you show me what you did to her... Then I might just have to come up with a schedule."
"You're kidding..."
"Come and love me." Leslie pulled Jack's bony hand to her chest.
Jack was more than happy to, as their union began, guarded by his God-Soul.
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A night of endless pleasure was in store for Leslie, and Jack would enjoy providing it.
*******
The eerie galleons docked in what the Jakahn's people called "Backbone's Landing." The zombies of the docks could smile the acidic metallic smell of blood... Fresh blood. This was a rare smell on the Ruined Continent. Some Zombies even sneezed due to the acidic smell.
An entourage had long arrived by the King to pick up the person of authority among this vessel, he had even sent his Official of foreign affairs, Alister Avery.
Alister Avery was a thin zombie undead. He wore traditional robes of the undead and was clean. He kept his hair short, neat and groomed a bit too much for most Jakahn males.
He stood on the dock, listening to the slow dull wooden knocking of shoes on the shipboards. Soon, as he and his party waited for the guest of honor, a sickly beauty which has never been seen in their kingdom or the continent as a whole came into view. Though her gate was slow and unsteady, her hips swayed in a mischievous manner, that even some of the elder shipyard zombie undead swallowed a bit of their spittle.
As this sickly thin figure moved gracefully down the to the dock from the ship, followed by several large pale-skinned vampires, a captain and crew hands, as it appeared to Alister.
Alister bowed in the way of the nobles in Jakahn, with a low back, as he spoke, "We of Jakahn welcome you, and ask if we can have the honor to know your name and reasons for visiting our humble kingdom."
The princess smiled widely, "I am Princess Eris of the Sanguinary Empire. These are my servants. What is your name, little one?"
[Little one?] Alister thought, but didn't make mention, "I am Official Avery, Official of Foreign Affairs for Jakahn."
"Little Official, bring me to your god. I would like to meet him." The Princess said with a smile.
[What god?] Alister had not heard of the God-King of Deagoth, only The Holy Witch King's rampage in Zitergall, [I'll take her to the King, perhaps royalty call themselves gods in the foreign lands?]
"Right this way, Your Highness." Alister motioned to a gloriously decorated Sedan chair for the princess to board. Three sturdy male undead and one female undead of the Jakahn military were in waiting to move the sedan.
The princess did not put on airs, as she simply swayed over to the sedan and took her seat. She was hefted into the air, and the parade of officials and military took her with her ship captain and his six crew hands to the Palace of the King of Jakahn.
*******
The entourage arrived, and the princess debarked from the sedan. She was flanked, by everyone as she made her way into the palace as if this was her own home.
Her heels clicked on the marble floors, as she found her way to the royal hall. The King was sitting high on his Throne and was flanked by a little female skeletal undead dressed in all purple. The King saw fit to have his most trusted daughter,
Princess Violet accompany him while speaking to this vampire princess.
Soon Princess Eris walked to the middle of the Royal Hall followed closely by her captain and his crewmates. The other's previous spread through the hall to watch the affair.
The King swallowed hard at the sight of this Vampire princess... He had read of vampires before, but this was his first time seeing him. Were all vampire women this beautiful? If so... Should he finally get a third wife?
[Daddy!] Princess Violet's voice boomed inside of the King's mind.
Startled, he immediately spoke up, "We the King of Jakahn welcome you to Our Kingdom. May your trip be fruitful, and Us become allies. What is it that you have traveled so far for? How is it that We can help you?"
"I've come for your god. Bring me to him." The princess said flatly, but with it was a sickly voice that sounded with the urge to cough. As strange as it sounded, it still stirred the hearts of the undead present. Some Officials with wives decided to leave soon, least that no longer be satisfied by their current partner or partners.
"There are no gods here, only undead." The King of Jakahn laughed while thinking about to a small report he received a month ago...
The princess for the first time broke her pleasant smile, that seemed to have been etched into her face.
"No god?" She asked again... Her sickly voice sounded like it had a hint of blood contained within...
The King of Jakahn shook his head. "While there may not be any, We of Jakahn can help you with what they may be looking for... I can't help but notice that your health isn't the best. We have many strange cures that may not be found in your homelands."
"I need to feed. My god will feed me. I am his pet..."
A collective thought washed over the Officials present and the King and his daughter couldn't understand... Pet?
"While I was traveling the seas, I was blessed enough to see the visage of my god at play... Does he not own... Jakahn?" The princess tilted her head, as she smiled slightly. Though this appeared to be the same smile as before, it was much more sinister in nature.
"If you do not know my god, and you are not owned by my god... Then you can all just-"
"My sire! My sire!" A ragged undead ran into the royal hall. He stumbled and staved until he landed on his face, as he crawled up from his fall to one knee.
The princess was annoyed to have been cut off, as she held onto a small vial of crimson red blood. She put it back into her corset between her bosom. She would retrieve it in a moment. Then she could be done with these undead and be on her way to her god.
The King stood up and took one step down pointing at the shabby undead, "WHO ARE YOU TO INTERRUPT OUR COURT!"
Nervous, the Undead looked up, "I was called Jacob, my king."
The King of Jakahn dropped his accusing finger, and spoke baffled, "General Jacob?"