Jack sat there trying to Cultivate. He only had about half a weeks time to absorb this power, and then learn how to use it.
He recalled what the tome said about Cultivation. It was all about believing in the Grace, Kindness, Love, and Warmth of the Holy Light. Believing it was a part of you, and you are a part of it. Accepting the Holy Light and having faith that the Holy Light will protect you and yours, and take comfort that it will always be there for you.
Honestly, Jack felt a little sick in his soul from reading about how to believe in the Holy Light. In games, he always tended to wield darker powers or neutral powers. However, he kept at it, trying to feel the warmth of the Holy Light, remembering how he felt the day he used its magic to absorb the knowledge held in that Holy tome.
A long time passed, Jack had hummed like he was meditating, fantasied about being a paladin from a game, believed that he was an angel... At one point he had considered getting holy water and laying in it but quickly tossed that idea. He opened his vision to see the time... It had been three days since he started trying this, and clearly, he was falling short. How funny would it be, if people of the kingdom found out that The Holy Witch King couldn't cultivate Holy magic? Actually, if the kingdom found out about this, it was highly likely that it would cause widespread panic.
Jack inwardly sighed, [This isn't working.] He got up and paced the floor of his study, occasionally looking at the Titles of various manuals and Holy tomes throughout the Library. He was stressing out, he really needed to get stronger for his plan to work. He had already figured out how he was going to handle the House of Undeath and Leslie's problem, but to do so he needed power, at least enough to scare the old bones out of the clans!
As he was pacing, Jack happened to see a dusty tome at the very back of the Library on the bottom shelf, as the very last book. [...If this was a novel, then that book is the one that's going to make this easier.] Jack walked over, picked up the book, and read the Title, "The Light's Heretical side." [This looks tempting.] Jack took the tome and walked over to where he was last sitting, and opened the tome.
How peculiar! This tome spoke that the Light was indifferent! It didn't care about being kind, or helping others, that the light was more of a force of nature than anything else, and that Holy, Unholy, and Arcane magic was based on willpower. As long, as one willed it, it was. Committing Unholy acts was only the act of imposing your will on others, Arcane's emotion severance was the willing act of letting go, and Holy was the act of willing the Light to yourself. It even said the Light was a selfish magic, and could not exist with other magics!
[So the reason this isn't working for me, is because I don't subscribe to the "Live, Laugh, Love" routine that all the Cultivation books are preaching!] Jack made a solid observation. [I bet whoever penned this book died in a fire.] Jack thought jokingly. Actually, he was right. This book was penned by an undead Excommunicated Archbishop named Ex-Archbishop Julius, disillusioned by the hypocrites of his faith, he penned the tome as a means to get back at the clergy of the times. He was one of the few Holy magic Cultivators that knew the truth behind the workings of the magic forces of the world, thus he was found and burned to true death! One of the previous Holy Witch King's War Marshall's had found this book on the body of a slain enemy commander. Unsure of what to make of it, they had brought the book before him. At that time, he considered it to be nonsense, but being a bibliophile, he kept the book.
Jack laid the book to the side and took back up his seated posture he had under the Glowstone pearl. He then used his imagination to think of the Holy Light as a mist that surrounded him. In his imagination, he conjured a vortex and willed this mist to be sucked into it and into his soul!
Unknown to Jack, His body gave a golden glow, and a beam of Holy Light struck down from above down on top of him. It lit up the entire study, blindingly so reflecting off all the golden tomes!
Outside the palace, from the dome to the roof of the Underworld Light poured down like a physical waterfall. The clergymen of the kingdom all felt a surge of Holy power in the air. They dropped what they were doing, and quickly made way outside their chambers, rooms, and homes. They all looked to the sky and seen a beacon of Light. In the City of Saigunrai, they could see the beam above The Holy Witch King's Palace. All the clergy of all the cities and towns of The Holy Kingdom of Deagoth seen this, now swirling, downpour of Holy Light. It was astonishing, even the priests in the Nation of Borda seen a beacon of light from the direction of the Holy Kingdom of Deagoth! The Light was so bright it shamed the Skull of the Sun God!
In the Overworld, a beacon of Light was seen almost all around the world! Many Clergymen of the Holy Light by various empires were in awe of his miracle. The Overworld priest would later call this event, the Days of Light, as even at night the sky was bright like the day, and many celebrations would be held for years to come, knowing that this marked the day that the, then Holy Witch King came into power.
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Grand Minister Lucius was overseeing the construction of the new Throne for Leslie when he felt the flood of Holy power. He left the courtroom and walked out into the palace courtyard. Above the palace was a waterfall of Holy Light gushing down. Being so close, Lucius could see various golden light constructs of skeletons with angel wings circling the beam of light, and flowing into the palace. Left gawking the event, Lucius even saw an angelic skeleton come close to him, stare, and left back into the palace. It almost seemed like these illusions had... intelligence.
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"The Holy Witch King... He has recovered? broken through?" Lucius muttered. After a while of seeing the downpour, he started to become unnerved by the angelic skeletons. They kept coming to him, and staring him down, almost like they were trying to see if he was an enemy or an ally.
This feeling kept growing, until he walked back into the courtroom, to oversee the work being completed. He didn't want to see these things again... they were... scaring him. Lucius had always been righteous with the Holy Light, but those things made him feel scared. He didn't know why.
As he entered the courtroom, the Archbishops made way to Lucius.
"Grand Minister Lucius! What's going on?" Archbishop Edward exclaimed and questioned as soon as he was in hearing distance, flanked by the other Archbishops.
"Most likely, his Grace has renewed his faith," Lucius said tentatively.
"What we really want to know is what are those Skeleton angels doing outside!? Archbishop Lukas asked hurriedly. It had to be admitted, that this was the quickest he had been in hundreds of years.
"That... I am not sure." Grand Minister Lucius hated not being able to answer this question and was set on getting an answer form his Grace, as soon as he could.
Soon the courtroom door burst open, as Verruca came in with large strides. As she saw Lucius with the Archbishops she made her way to them.
"Grand Minister, What in the name of his Grace is going on?!" Verruca called to Lucius, she was very hurried.
Lucius shook his head. He had already been trying to answer this question, and even he didn't know.
"Grand Minister, I don't think you know this, but we don't have to have a judgment this month," Verruca said mysteriously.
Not to mention Lucius, the other Archbishops stopped talking and looked to Verruca.
"What do you mean?"
"One of my servants, just reported that several of those Skeleton angels came close to the Jail Quarters... they slipped into and reaped all the prisoners, save for seven left. That's 30 inmates granted true death. Nothing, but charred black bones left."
The Jail Quarters was next to the palace. The Holy Witch King kept them close to show that he was gracious to even the charged and convicted. Sometimes he would even preside over the judgment. Security was tight for the palace, let alone the Jail Quarters, even if the convicts wanted to do something, they couldn't, being restrained by soul shackles.
"This must be the Judgment of his Grace, The Holy Witch King," Lucius spoke as he looked up to the ceiling.
Silence overtook the group. Those angel things can kill? Why the jail quarters? Do they target the guilty? Was this the doing of The Holy Witch King?
The usually quite Archbishop Javon spoke up at this time, "I think his Grace is displeased with the world..., and the times are going to change because of it."
*******
"There's the sign, as foretold by our prophet!" A slightly deranged undead cackled while looking into the distance, witnessing the beacon of light in the sky that illuminated the entire Underworld.
"Yes. Let us depart." a cute sounding little skeleton lolita spoke. She daintily walked from out of an underground tomb into the opening, heading to a large caravan. This unusual caravan was pulled by spiders, large spindly legs spiders. They were completely black, except for a large white rectangle on the back of the spider's abdomen.
She boarded the largest caravan.
"Princess Emily, be safe on your journey, and remember your task! The Great Tomb depends on you, as does the Spider Goddess!" The deranged undead said lovingly, but sternly.
"MMmmmm. I know." Princess Emily nodded her little skull.
The Caravan took off, and the deranged undead was waving his arm in goodbye, just as crazily, as he was.
"May the Spider Goddess protect you!" He shouted.
[Uncle spider is just as crazy as ever... I wonder what kind of person The Holy Witch King is?] Princess Emily thought, as she looked into the distance observing the beacon of light, that had now become a guide for her caravan.
*******
Marquis Mark looked back to the City of Saigunrai long in the distance, as he was traveling with his servants. He had left Saigunrai a full week ago, no longer willing to overstay his welcome.
"Husband, what is that?" Mark's wife asked Marquis Mark when the sky lit up above the kingdom.
"A problem."
"Oh, smartest most dearest Husband, what could be a problem for you?" Mark's wife was laying on a soft evening tomb, built onto a carriage house in a nice dark covered tent. Her Husband, Marquis Mark, was sitting at the helm, next to a servant that was guiding a team of four undead oxen. This carriage was one of four that left Saigunrai, undercover. It was remarkable that he was able to sneak out of the City with no one the wiser, even Business Head John who had yet to leave didn't know of his departure. It was clear that Marquis Mark was... relocating.
"I know sarcasm when I hear it, dear."
"Oh, whatever do you mean? I just thought when I married you, you promised my father The Holy Kingdom of Deagoth on a Glowstone platter." she purred as she turned upside down on her evening tomb looking at the back of Marquis Mark, through the slit in the cover of the carriage.
"That's still going to happen. When was the last time you seen your Father-King, anyway? Just treat this as a vacation." Marquis Mark humorously said.
Marquis Mark's wife was an unparalleled zombie beauty. Everyone in the Holy Kingdom of Deagoth knew Marquis Mark was married but had never seen his wife. He was also one of the few Officials that kept only one wife, no second wives, or concubines. She was laying there in a seductive manor giggling over how her husband had tried to change the topic. She had a heart-shaped face, with black color eyes, and long straight dirty blond hair. Her skin was a pale blue tone, and was flawless. She looked like a beautiful model, who tragically stopped breathing.
If anyone in the kingdom had seen her, they would have known who she was immediately, and it was a testament to Marquis Mark to keep her out of sight of so many eyes while she lived there. She was the eldest daughter of the Nation of Dragon's Jaw.
"Still Husband... How much longer before we make it to Jakahn. I'm tired of being in a carriage, and I want something to eat... And We haven't done... that... since We left." Princess Janet complained. She was insatiable, much to the delight of her husband.
"They pronounce it 'Jakahn.'"
"I can't be bothered about a nation of stupid little people like Jakahn... Come back here to me; let the servants do their job." Princess Janet reached out her hand and tugged on the helm of Marquis Mark's vestment.
"You sure your not a reanimated succubus?" Marquis Mark got up from his position and slipped into the tent. His servant at the helm sighed. He was hoping this long trip wasn't going to be like this the whole way, even servants had needs, and this servant didn't have a wife. He could only hope he could find a brothel when he got to Jakahn.