Jack and Leslie floated down the corridors of the Holy Palace together, as Leslie opened her mouth, "You're not really going to come back to bathe her, are you?"

"What choice do I have... The damn thing is crazy and full of energy... Who knows what she will do if she doesn't get her way?" Jack complained loudly.

"Then... Can I be spoiled." Leslie asked with a hopeful voice.

Jack looked over to the banshee face of Leslie's profile, "Of course, I will always spoil you. You wish to be bathed as well?"

"I would take a bath together with you... I just can't take Holy Water like you can... Unless you want me to become a Skeleton?" Leslie spoke and then asked.

"I prefer you as you are now, but no matter what form you take, I will always love you," Jack spoke plainly, but this plainness struck a chord in a deep part of Leslie's heart. She was again reminded of the undead she loved. Who cared if he bathed another woman? Wasn't she his first Consort? Wouldn't she be his first Wife? Would she be Queen? More importantly, wouldn't she be his most favored woman?

"Then, I expect to be spoiled later. I need to check with my agents. I'll be going now." Leslie spoke, with a smile, as Jack watched her float up and out through the ceiling.

[Must be nice to be able to wall clip.] Jack thought to himself. As he turned down another hall to his office.

He was about to reach his office door when he received a mental message, [Jack, Warmarshal Frostgard has made it.]

[It's just one thing after another this morning isn't it.]

[It's already noon.] Leslie's giggle echoed in Jack's mind.

[So, it is... Has your mother already messaged the Grimnight Clan head?]

[I'm not sure. I will check, and let you know.] Leslie replied.

[I see. I still need Lucius to fetch me a few things, so I will deal with them when Court is ready. Have them thrown in Jail for now.]

[Will do.] Leslie's clear voice replied.

Jack opened his Office and went to his seat. As he was about to sit down, he remembered he needed his Laptop to continue his projects. He got back up to float out and down to his room.

[Jack...]

[Hmmm?] Jack wondered what Leslie needed now.

[Warmarshal Frostgard is requesting a personal audience with you.] Leslie said helplessly.

[Really? Any reason why?]

[I'm not sure... She had a Doomcry gold ear warrior with her.] Leslie continued, unsure as well.

[What's a gold ear warrior.]

[The Doomcry ritualistically cut off their ear after their coming of age ceremonies when they rank up. After each rank, they replace the same ear with a corresponding color. Bronze, Silver, and Gold. Gold being a high-ranking member of the Doomcry Clan.]

[I think I will see them after all. Have Warmarshal Frostgard and this gold ear Doomcry warrior see me in my Office.]

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[Is... Is that really necessary? You could just see them in the Court.] Leslie was unsure.

[I don't mind if it's a Warmarshal. Send them.] Jack noted, as he floated into his room, and picked up his laptop.

[If that is your will. I will have it relayed.]

Jack went back to his office and sat down with his laptop.

"Alright Tux," Jack spoke, as he opened up the Laptop.

"Reporting to Creator, Project Holy Concrete is ready for your review." Tux replied.

"Good." Jack looked over the formula and noted it down for Lucius.

[Speaking of Lucius.] Jack took a moment and mentally messaged the other, [How is everything going?]

[No issues. Julia has calmed down Vampires, and I have had the clergy comfort the masses.] Lucius responded.

[Where is Emily?] Jack asked, as they were together.

Jack's door opened at this question and walked in his tiny consort.

[Never mind, Lucius.]

[Very well, I'm heading to your office now.]

[You don't have too if you have other business.] Jack responded kindly, as he patted his thigh to Emily, who rounded his desk.

[Oh, the priests were able to break the seals on Joan the Butcherer. I have her Soul Jar. I'm bringing it to you now.]

[Oh, that is fantastic! What about the rest of the Jars?] Jack commented, and then asked. Emily climbed up into Jack's lap and took her place as if it was normal.

[They will be delivered before the start of Court.] Lucius answered quickly.

[Perfect. I'm currently waiting for Warmarshal Frostgard. So, if you can just drop off the Soul Jar with me.]

[No problem. Once I do so, I need to get started on finishing the prep for Court.]

[Thanks again, Lucius.] Jack said happily, he now tousled Emily's hair.

"What brings you here my lovely Consort?" Jack asked with a voice that contained a smile.

"What else am I going to do? I've got no other responsibilities here. I just wanted your company." Emily looked up and into Jack's flaming eyes, as she happily chatted.

"You want something to do?" Jack asked wondering.

"...I want to have some use to you..." Emily spoke while looking down at the floor.

"You're cute. Does that count?" Jack said laughing.

Emily would blush if she had skin and blood, "No! I mean to be of actual use... Not just a woman you like to play with..."

"I do enjoy playing with your soul," Jack said with some smugness.

He felt a small fist hit him in the chest, while he was laughing.

"Hush, you mad god... I'm serious."

"Alright, Alright. Don't hit me anymore, so fierce!" Jack slowed his laugh, and Emily slowed her fists.

"What can you do? What skills do you have? I know you're very well learned."

"Well... I can do a bit of Alchemy. I was taught so, and you are working on that Holy Con-stuff..."

"Oh, I have the formula right here," Jack spoke, as he pulled his notes from earlier, handing it to Emily.

Emily quickly read through it, and then looked back up to Jack. She looked back down to re-read it.

After completing this cycle a few times, she exclaimed, "This can work???"

"I don't know. You're the alchemist."

"I'm only a low ranked alchemist! But... But this should work... I think... Did your living tome really come up with this???"

"It did. I'll get some Alchemist, and you can be my doll that makes this work. How does that sound?"

"I'd rather be your whore," Emily said with that mature tone again.

[What does her voice shift like that when she said such things???] Jack wondered. It paled before the new Vampire Princess, Princess Eris, but Emily's voice when it shifted reminded him of a more seductive Leslie... Was she emulating her, or was it being done unintentionally? Tossing the thought, as Jack quickly thought.

"If you were just my whore, then your only purpose would be to wait for me in my evening tomb. That would be your use." Jack said with a funny tone.

"...Now that I think about it... That wouldn't be such a bad job... I c-"

"You're not one, so you get to be my little alchemist." Jack cut her off.

Emily looked up at Jack and finally asked, "Why do you say I'm not... I could be you know."

"You saw the Vampire Princess?" Jack didn't answer but asked a question.

"Yes..."

"She was a whore... A crazy whore at that." Jack nodded a few times.

"Was?"

"Oh... She's had some... Changes... I don't know how she will be now. I can only hope for the best." Jack spoke thinking about the future.

"Then... If she were me... You would accept her as a Whore?"

"Yes. If she was you... But she isn't, so don't think more about it." Jack couldn't help but keep messing with Emily's hair. He really liked her webby hair.

As Jack was about to speak more, a knock echoed into the room.

Jack and Emily looked to the door, as Jack spoke, "Come in."

The door opened, and Warmarshal Frostgard walked in, with Xavier Doomcry close behind her, as if hiding in her shadow.

Jack's flaming eyes crackled when he saw them both, and the sound of snaps was heard like the kindling of bonfire, as his gaze fell on the two.