In the three days that The Holy Witch King retired to his Palace, his newly appointed Judges made work of the Officials that were locked in jail, and ones that were dragged to trial, by the evidence provided by the Consort.

These Judges were appointed by Grand Minister Lucius, under the Orders of The Holy Witch King. They were known as simply, "His Judges."

They had struck fear deep into the Court. They had pulled entire families up and put them on trial. Using evidence, those guilty were killed without mercy. Their relatives that also took part in the crimes were killed. Those that knew of the crimes committed, but did not report it, were also killed, even servants weren't spared.

For three days, from the dawn of the Light of the Skull of the Sun god, until it dimed for the night, there were town criers yelling out the crimes committed by the Officials of Unlife and Minor Officials. The People of Saigunrai were stunned and horrified at the killings and the staking of the skulls of the true dead that piled up in the palace square, but after two days, and the knowledge of the crimes committed, the People were on the side of the Witch King. These Officials were corrupt, and after hearing the crimes by word of mouth of the Town criers, the Zombie undead citizens would spit on the pile of skulls as they walked through the palace square for business or travel, and the Skeletal Undead would make the sound of spitting, though no spit could or would be produced.

There were now only a few trials left to complete for the last day, and the town criers continue to make public the lists of guilty and their crimes.

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Jack and Leslie had finally ceased their fierce battle. They both laid in the dim light of Jack's evening tomb. The light flickered as the flames in the eyes of Jack danced about. Deep in thought, Jack could not believe how great Soul Unions felt.

One has to remember that everyone feels Soul Unions and the Soul Bond a bit differently. Ask ten undead to describe it, and you will get ten different answers, interestingly enough even the undead in the Soul Union will feel it differently. Some undead theorized that it was based on the strength and state of the soul that would determine how it felt, but as this was not toughly researched, no one knew if it was the truth.

Jack was one of the few that could give opinions of both the physical act of sex among the living and the metaphysical act of sex among the unliving. While Jack greatly enjoyed the active life and even his gentlemanly private sessions at the end of his life, he had just found his favorite thing in his current unlife. Burnt Offerings were great, but they paled in comparison with Soul Unions.

Leslie, for obvious reasons, now felt closer to Jack, and called him husband, as in Leslie's mind they were now married just without the wedding.

"Husband..." Leslie called softly.

Stunned, Jack heard Leslie just call to him, as husband. Jack was left without words. He had never imagined he would be called husband one day. He felt a mix of emotions. Happiness, contentment, pride, satisfaction, but also a bit of fear.

"...Wife?" Jack asked questioningly. He wasn't sure if he dreamed Leslie calling him Husband or not. Considering the boning they had just done, he was kind of hazy at the moment. Yes... Jack had decided to also call Soul Unions... Boning.....

Leslie giggled, and laid in Jack embrace.

Jack pulled her closer to him. He could feel the pressure against him that was her presence. He planned that from now on, as long as she was willing... He was going to bone as much as possible!

Leslie gasped, and then went silent. Jack wondered what was wrong, and so asked, "What's the matter?"

"Husband, it's been three days..." Leslie called.

"Well, I mean... We did take a nap for a week."

"Yeah... But even while napping I can still continue with my work. I got to get up. Also, you need to look at the palace square... Your Judges had been busy." Leslie said as she hit the mechanism on the inside of Jack's tomb.

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His evening tomb's gears grinded and the lid slide back to its open position. Leslie popped up, and out. Jack sat up. It was interesting to Jack that his vision transitioned from the darkness of the tomb to the light of his room instantly. If he had real eyes, then he would have to wait for them to adjust. He would think more on this later.

"So Lucius really made the Judges thing happen. That's really great. Oh! When are you going to meet your mother?" Jack asked out of curiosity.

"I... Uh... I'm not sure."

"Come again?"

"I don't know." Leslie acted strangely. The same way she acted when she wanted her family again. She continued, "I don't know how to face her. It's been so long... And I thought everything was okay with her. I just didn't want to face the truth. What if she's mad at me? What do we do about daddy?" Leslie started to rattle off a bunch of questions.

Jack got up out of the tomb and walked over to Leslie. He took both of her hands into his hands and brought them up to chest level. Jack looked down into her eyes, "Leslie... I'm sure it will be fine. I had plenty of time to talk with Mother-in-Law on the way here. She's a fine lady, and she had a fine lady. She had the same questions about you. If you want, I can be there when you meet her."

"You will?"

"If you want me to, of course."

"Well, it's a bit backward to introduce you after you have already met her... But I would feel better if you were there, yes."

"Then let's do it this way. I need to check up on Lucius, Boss Crag, and the Ambassador. After that, let's meet up to visit your mother together." Jack said lovingly.

Leslie frowned; she wanted to be with Jack when he spoke to Emily. Even if she agreed with Jack taking another consort or wife... It didn't mean she liked Emily. However, Leslie had other things to attend to; three days of work would take a while to sort. She thought about it a moment and decided that it shouldn't be too much of a problem.

"Let's to it that way then."

Leslie pulled on Jack's hands, as she stood up on her toes. She puckered her lips and closed her eyes. Jack still didn't quite understand the purpose of kissing him, when he had no lips, but if it made her happy...

Jack leaned down and pressed his teeth against Leslie's lips.

After a moment, they parted, and she giggled. Leslie let go of Jack's hands and moved to the door. "Have a good day at work, husband." After she said this slightly humorously, she slipped out the door and was gone.

[...I wonder if I moved a little too fast.] Jack pondered this, but after a few moments of thinking. He kind of liked where he was at the moment with Leslie... He really liked the Soul Union. He tossed the idea to the back of his mind, but couldn't help thinking something else about her.

[Exactly what is so pressing at the treasury that taking three days off would cause issues???] Jack found it odd that her business was so important. He knew the government was slow in every reality... So why did she need to go to work? She could have put in for leave... He was the King of the whole kingdom...

This too, Jack tossed to the back of his mind, while not even thinking about the fact that he had supernatural sex for three days of time. While not a feat to the undead was incredible for his previous life.

Jack stood in his room for a few minutes while contemplating who he should meet next.

[I should see what my Judges have been doing with the Officials.] Jack had spoken with Lucius about an idea he had for new Law enforcement. They would be Clergy who were the Judge, Jury, and Executioners... He got this idea from some books and movies in his last life. He thought they would fit well here. This would also save him a load of time. He just had to make sure that his Judges didn't get corrupted. If they had, then everything he was doing would be worthless.

[Oh! I need to get with Boss Crag... I'll ask Leslie where he is later; Maybe We can talk about his next assignment over a censer of Dust.] Jack enjoyed his time with Crag... Maybe it was the dust... Okay, it was most likely the dust, but he also liked Crag.

[Ah, crap. I need to see that Ambassador... Haaaa~ let's just get this out of the way.]

Jack should have asked Leslie before she left but, alas. He mentally messaged her, [Leslie where is Boss Crag, and the Ambassador located in the palace?]

Not even a moment later, a small trickle of information entered into Jack's mind, as Leslie gave him the location.

[Thank you. See you tonight.]

[Mmmm.] She only messaged back the sound of affirmation.

Jack went to his wardrobe. He found this interesting that he had his work clothes for any time he needed to complete work affairs. In fact, he didn't need Leslie to dress him. Anytime he wanted to don his regal garbs, he simply needs to speak aloud as he would make it to his wardrobe chamber. The Holy Sentinels were always waiting and watching. As creepy as it is, they were close by for three days, while the King and Consort were busy with... Personal affairs. Too bad Jack didn't know this, or else he would have dressed for the occasion.

He changed his robes to a simple black robe, with a hood. As he was changing he glanced down to look at the runes engraved in gold on his white bones. He hadn't given them much thought, even on his last trip. Looking at them now, he wondered what they meant. Even though he could read and write the language of the undead, Voidic... He had no idea what these runes did or symbolized. Jack thought he should check his library later. After changing he proceeded to the Ambassador's chamber.

Jack should have sent someone to fetch the Ambassador and have them meet him in the same chamber that Leslie had previously spoken with Emily. He was, however, unused to these sorts of verbal exchanges and etiquette, and made his way to Emily's room. Even Leslie would not have guessed that Jack was actually going to visit Emily in person, it never crossed her mind.