NationStates Jolt Archive

“I can go as long as I need to go.” said Remy with playful wink. He hopped down on the bed and looked over at her.

Locking the door, Denise walked over to the bed, began to undress, her hair falling down upon her body, and joined him.

"Dude, what the hell are you doing?" Ethan said, as he watched in disgust as his friend's character shot his character repeatedly. "Dumbshit."

"Yeah, that'll teach you." His friend trailed on.

Remy undress as she undressed. When she joined him, he asked “Keep it quiet or wake the neighborhood?” He kissed on her neck.

She kissed back. "It's up to you." She sniggered...

Authaulus had arrived at Denise's house, on news of Aulocos that she had tied the knot with the Remy, and he had come to offer his eternal blessing and happiness. This was a first, a larger riot of excitement in the aristocracy than even when Saerus was claimed marriage and his revival twice fold. Counts were going beserk, nobles running amok with gossip and the Jenrakian royal family (or at least, what was left of it) was already planning the most lavish party and spectacle on the continent.

Remy just smiled as kissed down her body…

Meanwhile in Raunin, at all ten of the Dominion bases. Timber Wolf Inc. cargo planes were landing. Wooden crates were being unload from the planes. These crates were marked as food and medical supplies. But that was not the truth. Those crates housed AK-47 rifles, SAF 9 sub-machine guns and MP5 sub-machine guns. HE rounds in other crates. Looks like somebody was planning a war or a saving up for a war. The Count did buy a lot of warehouse space in Raunin.

From Growing Sanduras and Marching Hsac
Orphans being torn from their orphanages, led into love by false parents, entire legions of children kept together in parts unknown, their eyes gleaming and wondering on what was the odd situation trasnlating about, entire orphanages empty and desolate, creaking without their laughter nor the happy cry of the kids speaking and nudging each other during their recesses.

Instead, in the dark whims of secret abandonned Jenrakian bases, they were being gathered - they were being hounded up, trained, and going through rigorous tests and training to fight the foes of their universal father - Gelectriax. In his brilliance, in his power, robes red and figners crackling in his obsidian-like armour, thick fibres of steel-like protection beneath, he looked down at them behind his mask.

"You've come!" He yelled in joyous motion, the children looking about, wondering on the looks of his face, their fingers twitching in fright, chins wobbling in fear and disdain. "Here you will taste great power, to cure yourself of the terrible disease of death."

"Come, children. Retribution awaits." He said quietly, to the chattering of the orphans.

From the end of the Hallway, in a dark, covering robe, a seemingly unbreakable porcelain mask covering her face, her slender fingers in a damaged fixture, quick but fragile, stood Alledrias. "My daughter." Gelectriax said with a laughter, his hand on her her head.

"Deshda, Gelectriax." She said in Ascheran, her tongue fluid and strong, a dagger in her left hand. "I am here at your will."

"Good. Then ready the war. Begin the final task." Gelectriax said, turning around, his fingers laid with electricity.

Denise's Manor, one hour later
Getting her clothes back on, Maria tied her hair into a neat bun, taking her bracelets off and placing them into her drawer. "Well, let's meet my son." Denise said, pointing at her door.

Base Omega

If Gelectriax or any other Jenrakian had spies watching the base’s airfield, they would see a man on the airfield. Commanding the trucks with the crates of guns like he was a general in major battle. This man wore a long black duster and matching black cowboy. Looks like a worst nightmare for Gelectriax and his cowards. The Count has arrived. He hopped into the last trucks as it left the airfield.

Denise's Manor
Remy looked back at Denise as he put his pants back on. “Sure.” he said. He picked up his white sleeveless shirt and put over his head. He start walking over to Denise when his cell-phone when off. It was not a call but a text-message. He pulls it out and looked at it.

In mean mutineer. Now. Hero's fine bureau. ~ Touch! Net.

It looks like nothing but to Remy, it was ‘Meet me in Raunin. Warehouse Four Nine B. ~ The Count.’ He kissed Denise. “I meet your son then I have to meet somebody in Raunin.” he said.

The same message was sent to both Edward and Selene.

Aulocos had a strong look on Jenrak, his eyes everywhere in the sand blasted country, not simply just behind his thick steel mask. When he had heard of another possible person to aid in the capture and destruction of the wretched Gelectriax, then he would indeed need to talk to this man, his wonder in thought. His servant, Elnias, a rotting corpse hanging from the bowels of his basement ceiling, only rotted his castle's interior. Perhaps he was not to mix compassion with logic.

For only a few minutes ago that Aulocos shook Elnias' hand without his glove, forgetting his changed condition, and with that his greatest friend died without a single reply behind.

"Oh, Jack of Spades, what are going to do?" Aulocos asked, as Saerus was hanging upside down from a chain, like a dead corpse, the blood pouring from his ears. "Answer me, Jack." Aulocos said sternly.

Coughing up torrents of the red liquid, Jack groaned. "Dereth Zakuun."

A chuckle came from behind the mask. "Don't curse at me, Necromancer." Aulocos said slyly, lifted his hand as a spear lunged from his sleeve and encompassed around Jack's face, launching him towards the wall. Walking over, Aulocos lifted up Jack of Spades with inhuman strength.

"Where is she?" Aulocos asked again, before the figure only flashed his middle finger.

"Here." A soft, shy voice said, behind him.

Turning around, Aulocos looked in horror and surprise, as he saw a tall girl in a set of black robes, a white porcelain mask covering her face. Her fingers with metal curaisses around it, small bronze spikes emerging from her shoes, she seemed like a corpse wrapped in layers of black silk, a stench of burnt flesh about her.

In recognition, Aulocos bowed down lowly, gasping. "My Queen." He said.

"Arise, Jack." The girl's soft voice spoke, only high up to Jack's chest, as the man rose, to a kneeling Aulocos, whom gasped in fear. "Lord Gelectriax wants you." She said, before dissappearing.

Territurari Manor

"Ethan, open up!" Denise shouted, but without a reply, she simply wound it open, revealing her son to be turning around in startling wonder.

"Fuck, kid. Didn't you hear me?" She said, sucker punching him twice, before he groaned angrily beneath his breath. "Whatever. Just clean this pigsty, okay?" Denise sighed.

"Denise, what do you want?" Her son asked incredulously. "Can't you see I'm busy?"

"Doing what? Masturbating?" Denise said, shaking her head. "I want you to meet someone." She replied.

Using four top hackers from the Dominion, the Count had a message posted on Jenrakian internet. The Count had a feeling that Gelectriax has a few computer nerds in his army, to hack bank accounts to pay off soldiers to join his ranks. So, he would get this message.

Excel a grit! Hoodwink as mortifying crude. Housetrained ray. Oh My God! Heaviest taunters. 'Soggier, tough inebriety. Disbowel on off-color might. You or bold! ~ Touch! Net.

It was wrote in anagrams because the Count likes to mess with people’s head. But a good hacker could figure it out after maybe five or seven hours of work. When they would find it out, it would be this.

Gelectriax! The dark wind is coming for you. Your death is near. You have started something. It is bigger then your ego. The wolf is coming for blood. Your blood! ~ The Count.

Territurari Manor

“We will set the boy up, Denise.” said Remy as he walked in.

Denise's Manor

"Ethan, meet Remy. Your dad." Denise said, before locking them both into the room, leaving them together.

An uneasy silence fell over them, as Ethan glared. "So...dad, huh? How much you got?" Ethan asked him.

Necromarnen

Tezekilth was adept at breaking codes, and after only a little bit, the anagrams were thought out, or at least, most of it. "The Count wants Gelectriax dead, okay." Tezekilth said, stitching his arm together, crushing the paper up. Gelectriax would find out soon enough. After all, one of his primary focuses would be to restitch his hand after his unfortunate encounter.

From the depths of dark Necromarnen, the black figure of a robed girl rose to the empty throne, only dust and dark cobwebs gracing its space, blown away in a blast of wind. "This throne is mine." She said, sitting down as a trickle of blood from a small sliver in her glove fell onto the chair, as the torches enflamed, the lights enflared, the castle lit asunder in a brilliance of white light.

Jenrak's Queen had returned. And thus began the dynasty of Enkzun, the Porcelain Princess.

Denise's Manor

“Enough.” said Remy to Ethan. “So…you going to join the Jenrakian army? Or maybe join in my Aunt‘s empire? You do know my aunt, Selene Darkholme-Annirak?”

Denise's Manor

"The hell are you ranting about? I'm not going anywhere." Ethan said incredulously. "I'm working into priesthood."

Denise's Manor
“Oh…into priesthood you go then.” said Remy. “Good for you. Because you’re my son, now.” He pulled a small roll of Jenrakian dollars. Totaling in at 5,000 dollars. “Do whatever you want with it.”

"We understand each other." Ethan said, pocketing the money. "Dad."

“Money makes the world go around, son.” said Remy. He walked back over to Denise. “Keep an eye on your mother. Make sure she behaves herself. Got to see a man about a horse.” With that he kissed her and left the room. Seconds later, the hummer was heading out of the driveway.

Walking in, arms crossed, she leaned against the doorway. "So, Ethan. What do you think of him?" She was skeptical, as it was only a few minutes.

"He's cool. Alot cooler than you." Ethan, without looking back.

"Fuck you." She said, before slamming the door shut.

Warehouse Four Nine B, or that was what the Count called it. The outside looked like a normal warehouse but the inside were not normal. The inside wall have been remodel to be sound proof. To keep people on the outside from knowing what was going on. Small eight by eight room were at the back of the warehouse, a total of ten of those types of rooms. Those rooms house the guns and the rounds. But those rooms only took up quarter of warehouse floor. The rest was used to park the vehicles. Old Russian made tanks like T-64 tanks and T-72 tanks were in that warehouse. The Count knew some rich idiot would buy, if they knew he had them there. The warehouse housed old artillery that needs five ton truck to move. The Count was going to make a killing off of the Jenrakians.

He looked back to see Edward, Selene and Remy walked into the warehouse. Salvador was standing next to the Count. JWolf turned on the fifty inch TV on and flip to a new channel. The five of them began to talk, everything that has happen from the queen napping to the what has happen in the last couple of hours.

Six hours later, Remy show back at Denise’ manor. He heads inside with dried blood on his lips. He had to get a quick bite from some lonely girl on his way back.

Sitting imperiously on her throne, Alledrias looked around at the empty hall, the large glistening silver, marble and gold finish shining with a glamorous glow. Her eyes peering around ,scanning every inch, never missing a single little detail, her voice a soft glimmer of her once immense beauty, her fingers rattling with thought, her hands encompassed in black silk-like fabric. “Where is the horn? The sound of all things lost and found? The wary noise and shaking glooms, the twisted cries of all the clouds?” She said softly, poetically, her head tilting slightly as she spoke the words. “Where is the court? The long lost lore? The last sliver of painful edges short? I wish to see, to hear its lore, to feel its breath, to winds deplore.” With those words, it echoed through the chambers, through the quietness of the dark chambers, the forgotten depths, the dark lands and the soundless chasms. All was quiet, all was dark ,all was a deep lurking beneath the shadows and all was lost. Until she had finally reclaimed her throne, her fingers touching its heartened surface once more.

“Bring me the court of the Lords.” She said, snapping her fingers, beginning the first of the council, the revival of the Throne. “On this throne, in haste and bone, and blood and stone and darkness to be dethroned into light into the swiftness darkness plight and strife!” She said, standing up in power, her shadows refracting about into multiple parts. “I command all Lords to me, at the feet of mine, your Queen demands it!”

In those words, in those voices, a shock of knowledge edged through the Lords, a crackled of electricity purged into their minds, surging about as they wondered in flickering revelations. From Delidrius, Aulocos nodded, beginning his journey, leaving behind a Jack of Spades with a bloody knife in his abdomen, walking slowly, almost limping at Aulocos.

From the depths of the Naharank Castle, Ashili, in her grace and beauty, her visage and her eyes bright and gleaming with wonder, had to leave her accompanying Mr. Ali, her body into gear as she began to go back towards the depths of Necromarnen, as Viraranaar did so as well, his eyes dilated and his mind focused.

From the doors of Denise’s front Manor came the jolt to Authaulus, and with many others, the recollection of the Lords were commencing, great Leaders and dastardly masters of the Jenrakian world from all over the country, their minds only set to reunite with the Hive that was their Queen, the power that she echoed and the control she emanated.

Remy was thrown back as he walked into the manor. Denise would not be throwing a party. Would she? he asked himself. He looked back at Sal, who was pushed back from the people exiting the manor.

Remy looked for Denise and then found her. “What going on?” he asked. Before she could ask him, his cell-phone when off. He asked it. “A copter on the way.” said Edward. “You should hear it in second.” Remy looked back to see an AS 565 Panther assault-transport helicopter with two CSH-2 Rooivalk attack helicopters guarding it. All three helicopter had the same painting on it, dark gray and black with the Black Wolves symbol on the sides. The AS 565 touched down in clearing for Remy and Sal. Remy took Denise’s hand and got on the helicopter. Edward and Selene were already on board with the Count flying it. Soon it entered the air again, heading for Necromarnen.

Breathing in her chair, her mind looking around at the myriad Lords, she had a sense of urgency and thought. None of them were familiar to her greatly, so truly damaged her mind was, or perhaps her initial demeanour was so brutally soiled and tarnished in the recent light of events that she had forgotten her motives, her objectives. Murmuring about, talk whispering, as they surveyed and viewed the black robed girl, her fingers tapping impatiently as the Lords settled about, the clicking of her metal claw like fingers creating an unbearable and extremely loud noise that reverberated throughout the room. “Silence.” She said softly, as the Lords fell indeed to her spell, her influence. “You are all here, all that is alive. My uncle is dead, my father gone, my mother’s corpse is missing, and my brothers, I have none. I am the sole ruler on this land, on this piece that Enkur gave unto us.” Alledrias said in her soft voice, but with more of a hiss than a charming demeanour. “This land is mine, and mine alone. You will bow to me on this land, and no other, understood?”

One of the Lords, a tall, gaunt figure, Lord Egos, in his white suit and scarecrow-like mask, a thick red blood mark on his skinny face, almost skeletal like. “And why, should we bow to one so impotent? So spoiled? We are the Lords of provinces, and we would keep your independence of power.” He said, to the agreeing lords, as they clamoured along in agreement. “We are what we are, and you nothing but a fraud.” He pointed accusingly.

“Oh, am I a fraud?” Alledrias asked from behind her mask, standing up, removing her mask, a thick sucking sound coming from the vacuumed air that was behind it, showing a beautiful girl, her face thin and grey and gaunt, her veins throbbing on her cheeks, her eyes no longer too large for her face, though a nasty and supernatural bloodshot red. Her hair was long and straight, falling down on a clear forehead with no signs of scars. Her complexion was that of more, a corpse rotted in years, but her beauty made it odd to look at her. Although skin paler, although with a much different visage and a much thinner face than the plump Alledrias before, she was indeed the Queen long lost, for her many defined features remained. “Lord Egos, I will not tolerate heresy.” She said in her anger, her black lips a gothic sight.

Although Alledrias was indeed very young, she had the look of one who was in her late teens, already tall and graceful, a mystical and complicated image, and her body slim and lithe beneath the robes, breasts already reaching their maturity. “I will show you, Lord Ego.” She said, donning her porcelain mask once more, her fingers on her left hand rising up, gloved in black silk, before a long slot of steel emerged from her sleeve, a long sword painted in silver, a leering skull decorating its hilt, a set of skeletal fingers holding the handle together as she held it gracefully and easily. A Sword of bones, shining in almost seemingly defiance of the bright court light, as the Lords watched in wonder.

“You, Lord Egos, are deemed a Heretic by my judgement, and for that, your punishment is by death. For my show of mercy, I will kill you with honour, in a warrior’s death.” She said, raising her sword up high above her head, the air calm and still around the two as the Lords looked on.

“Well, then a Heretic I am.” Lord Egos said, drawing his massive hooked sword, a long gashing scythe-like blade on its end, shining with red blood stained and the nicks reeking of rotting flesh still stuck between the metal and the wood. In a blindingly swift attack, he ran with amazing speed towards to the top of the Throne steps, lunging his blade in a thrusting attack, but Alledrias leaped over him, striking his back, blocked by the amazing speed issued by the Sadicistra warrior. Her sword spinning around in her hand, forming a fanning shield, she blocked his swing, and then twisted up into the air, striking his head, but Egos blocked that one as well. Jumping from the force of the attack, she struck his side, but was blocked, before immediately with blinding speed striking his other side, using her body as a centrifugal force, the blades ringing with light about in the bright courtroom. In an assault, she struck his left eye with the end of her blade, forcing him to reel back in pain, as Lord Egos roared with a primal instinct, the Lords looking in wonder and desolation of their surroundings. Ashili, as her title, looked about in wonder, and Authaulus in impressed demeanour.

Another strike of her sword, and Egos blocked that as well, before the force of the blocked stroke pushed her back, leaping back to her throne, before Alledrias ran forwards once more with uncanny speed and Lord Egos had given up. Drawing out his gun, she quickly sliced up her sword, cutting his gun in half, and dismembering his thumb entirely from his hand. In midair, she caught it, and while Egos launched another stroke – albeit much weaker and slower as he no longer had his thumb to stabilize the attack – Alledrias blocked it easily and quickly turned in centrifugal force. Slashing Ego across the eyes with the nail on his thumb, a long red streak across his face, blood spilling out, mixing furiously with a folk-like substance, causing the Sadicistra to reel back in blindness. Sniffing about in a hunting sensation, taking off his glove from his other hand to reveal a larger, mostly muscle hand, his fingernails sharpened as if they were claws.

Slashing the air wildly, he began to sniff out the pale and simpered flesh from behind Alledrias’ robes, before letting her make her move. Waiting patiently, with almost a wolf-like hunger, he lunged, only to have two of her metal clawed fingers up deep into his nostrils, her thumb softly on the cartilage of his nose, seemingly to pet him, as if she was humiliating him.

“You shalt not smell of anything, so enjoy your last scent.” She said softly, before pulling hard, ripping the cartilage of his nose and his entire fleshy nose out, leaving nothing but the bloody bones of his frame, blood spurting out onto Alledrias’ black dress, but nobody would be able to see it in the darkened frame.

“Lord Egos, as punishment for your Heresy, I would give you death. But life is now a more dangerous punishment.” She snapped her fingers again, and a battalion of medics came out into the bloody conference area, decorating the Lords in blood and gore, the roaring and shrieking of pain from Egos heard throughout the chambers.

Getting back on her large throne, her face hidden behind a bloodstained porcelain masked, she moved her head about, looking at each in turn. “Heresy is punishable by death, and by life of torture. Understood?” She said with a strong conviction in her voice, as if to lay into the quarry of their hearts the fear and malice that Enkur laid in Ascherach.

“Understood?” She said more strongly, her voice no longer a soft peep, a voice that echoed with power, and the will of not losing it. The Lords corresponded in tandem, Ashili as well.

“Lord Authaulus will take care of Jenrak in the way he sees it, and through him he will control its borders and its colonies.” She said, pointing to the large frame of a man, deeply entrenched in stone armour, standing by the door as the multitude of Lords looked at his empty gaze through his helmet.

“Thank you, my Queen.” Authaulus bowed.

“Lord Ashili Evergone will be given her Title of the Arguns, and she will be in charge of defence of the six city ports. I do not want any shipments coming in that could jeopardize Jenrak’s power, understood?” She asked Ashili, whom nodded in for the first time, fear.

“The Jack of Spades will be in charge of infantry divisions, sharing power with Lord Dedoskahn.” She said, looking about.

“What of Commerce and Chemical weapons, my Queen?” One of them rose up, the unusually plump and pompous Drakthaz, a man whom had been corrupting Jenrak’s politicians for years of his work.

“For your work, Drakthaz, you will be given a most prestigious reward.” She said, as Drakthaz smiled around happily, to the murmuring discontent of his fellow Lords.

“Your genitals are to be sawed off, fed to dogs, and you will be broken by beating on the wheel.” She said coldly, as Drakthaz had a flustered look on his face. For a while, he showed a face of concern and fear, before making another façade.

“You must be joking, my Queen.” He said, chuckling along with his Lords.

“I will not, and do not make lightly of any subject.” Alledrias said. “Your execution is going to commence immediately.” She spoke, as Sadist warriors, in their white gleaming suits and breathing rasps, grabbed Lord Drakthaz, the stench of death and decay strong and vibrant.

“Lady Rashkta of the Seven Swords will be in charge of the Sadicistra, and she will be given command of the artillery divisions. As such, there will be no uprise against this.” Alledrias said.

“And where is Lady Territurari?” Alledrias asked around, looking about. “I do not see her, and she was summoned.” Alledrias banged her fist upon the throne, a loud shaking that shook the stairs.

“Lady Denise is preparing her marriage.” Ashili said, notifying Alledrias.

“She is to not be wed until I speak to her on this. I will not tolerate her defiance towards me, nor any of my commands, understood?” Alledrias spoke, instilling a blind rage and apathy of anger in the court, but they could do nothing against her – Alledrias held too much civilian power, and any form of rebellion from the Lords would result in the death of Jenrak.

“But Lord, she is in love.” Ashili said. “Many are blinded of their priorities by love.” She said sweetly.

“Remind me that I may take off from Denise more than her sense of smell.” Alledrias threatened, pointing to the bloody nose on the floor, still left behind by Lord Egos, the blood dried, the flesh shrivelled, and the flies and maggots already infesting.

“I will renew my father’s projects on the Fists of Stone. I will also renew the projects on the Serpentara, the Glass Fish and the Bots.”

The huge doors to the throne shot open fast. To fast for the servants to open. It open with a quick kick in the middle of the doors from a cowboy looking person. In walk the most powerful person in the Dominion, the bloody Count had a huge smile on his lips. He heard Alledrias‘ words about Denise. “You will not do anything to my grandson’s fiancée, Queen Alledrias.” he said, his voice filled the whole room. “Because you don’t a war with the Dominion.”

He walked through the lords with Edward and Selene behind him. Remy, Denise, and Sal behind them. They walked straight through to the throne. He looked at Alledrias on her throne. “Your bloody palace guards would not move out of way. So…that is why Denise is late.” he said. He looked back at Edward and the others. Blood was on their mouths.

“Had to do it my way.” adds the Count as look back at her. “The hanger is a mess right now.”

"Count Jwolf of the Dominion. Don't touch my servants again, or I will come after you." Alledrias said, sighing. "Somebody needs to talk to you." She appeared to have no physical change or embellishment, but something odd was happening to her.

"Ah, you. I have been waiting to meet you for a long time. Out of your hovel yet? Thankfully you are. Heh." Alledrias said, her voice cackling with the voice of Gelectriax, her bloodshot eyes fully covering her white pupils. "Go ahead, fight. Kill little Alley. Plunge a theocracy into civil war, and see every Jenrakian die. Including your precious fiancee. Leader to leader, I say nothing. I will leave nothing for your to ponder, Count. You can never kill me, you can never find me." With that, her eyes became less so bloodshot, and with that her voice returned.

"I am absolute." She said, her familiar bone-white skull sword appearing in her hand, flashing towards the Count with lightning speed.

“Get anything, Sal.” said the Count as he drew his Katana, it already had blood on it. His gloved hands rested on the blue and black hilt. The sword was 2,000 years old or older then that. JWolf has lost count over the years.

“He trying.” said Remy. Sal was in deep thought, he was the most powerful telekinesis mutant in the Dominion. Gelectriax just messed up, Sal will find him and locked on to him.

“Well, everybody back off.” he commanded. He looked into the eyes of Alledrias “So, the little girl wants to fight her most powerful ally.” he said, almost taunting her. He jumped at her and locked his blade with her blade. “Your father would be sick of you, right now. He was my ally not you, little girl.”

I know all about you. Come, so you can see the Lord of the stones you stand upon. Gelectriax taunted, sending his signal strongly, as if he was trying to get across, to be found.

"I am not my father, and my father would care less." Alledrias said simply, her voice without care, as if she was a shell, nothing more. Twisting up into the air, she thrusted down.

Gelectriax’s words were spoken by Sal but not in his voice. Gelectriax’s voice was the one that came out. So, everybody could hear him.

The Count laughed as he stopped her blade in mid-air. Not by his blade but his powers, the sword’s metal became her weakness. “Little girl.” he taunt. He grab one of her legs and sent her flying into the ground. Her sword hovered down in his left hand. “How about you try that again.” With that he threw the sword at her feet.

In a flash, Alledrias picked up her blade immediately, and shook her head. "Pathetic. You will never last against the Mother." Alledrias said, a coy but informative in her voice. Whatever the Mother was, it seemd as if Alledrias held her in high regard.

From the podiums, Ashili was hyperventilating. Something was not right - how could in such short time a girl be transformed into this? A monster of impending proportions. Before Alledrias could fire another attack at the Count, a loud boom erupted inside her mind.

"I command you to stop." Aulocos said, in his rage, his gruesome face hidden by the mask. "Alledrias is dead, everyone." Aulocos said, his hands tightening his grip on her head, the Queen not even responding. From behind, Saerus watched, grimacing as he watched the shell of the Queen torn asunder, only a blank smile from the girl left as she hung from Aulocos' fingers.

Throwing Alledrias to the ground, Aulocos sighed. "The Revenant is dead. Count, you don't know what Gelectriax is doing, and you don't know what kind of a wild chase he is putting you through. Saerus can answer that." Aulocos pointed to Saerus, whom looked exactly like Jack of Spades.

Clearing his thorat, Saerus looked around uneasily. "I'm not good at speeches..." He said uneasily.

The Prince of Ice calm walked around his father and Alley’s little duel. He heads towards the throne with a big smile on his lips. Back when the civil start that ends the live of Alley’s father, Edward pulled a crazy stunt. He killed the perfect of the Raunin province and became the leader of that province until he hands the control back to that bloody traitor. But that was before they knew he was a bloody traitor. Edward stood in front of the throne before turning around and took a seat.

That is when Aulocos stopped the fight, Edward watched from his throne seat at his father. Sal was knocked out of what ever he was doing because Aulocos yells.

The Count looked at Aulocos then at his son-in-law. “Not everybody is good at speeches.” said the Count, who still has his sword drew. “So, Saerus, what do you know that we don’t.” Selene and the others watched Saerus.

"Get off the throne, Edward." Saerus said to him, as the Lords clamoured and uproared in dissapproval, forcing Authaulus to quiet them.

"It is great heresy to be seated upon the seat of Order's children." Authaulus in his powerful voice, in contrast to Saerus' icy cold voice.

“Good to have you back, Saerus.” said Edward, he stood up. “I was testing it out. Not my style. A ice throne would be best for me.”

“Edward!” said the Count.

“I’m off of it.” said Edwards, walking over to his wife. “Slow your breathing down.” he said.

“Saerus continue.” said the Count.

"I-I'm okay." Ashili said.

"The mother is coming." Saerus said as they looked around in perplexed notion. Aulocos walked over to Alledrias' frozen body, hooks in his hands, kneeling down, ready to gut her open. Saerus was instantly surprised.

"Aulocos, what are you doing?" Saerus asked, confused.

"I have to dismember her and get the embryo out." Aulocos said, slicing the skin open, the stomach's innards spilling out, a small white beating animal growling slightly, small lumps on its back, but before the hook could be driven into its tiny heart, the familiar shadowy figure that attacked Saerus emerged, grabbing the baby with it, and dissappeared again.

"We're screwed." Aulocos said, breathing hard. "This is not good, not good at all." Aulocos said, as Saerus began to breathe uneasily as well.

"The Mother is gone. We're out of chances now." Saerus spoke, looking at the confused Lords. "Without further ado, Arkthary's mother." Saerus said forlornly.

“We are not screw.” said Sal, he had a map in his hands. He put in on the ground in front of Saerus. “The one behind this is here.” He pointed at place on the map.

The Count pulled his sword and walked over to Alledrias' side and got on his knees. “Is she dead?” he asked to Aulocos in low voice. He knew she was the Queen and how the nobles would act. Jenrak will be another civil war. Everybody fighting for power and control, if she was dead.

"Well Aulocos had just gutted her open, so she's gone." Saerus said, as the Lords looked at each other maniacally, wondering thoughts. Indeed, it would be another civil war, and this time Haasdra would be without a leader to maintain order.

From the lines, Authaulus piped up. "The last line of Nobility has to be finalised. Nobody here has Ascherach bloodline, except for one person." His sword aimed at Saerus, whom was curious.

"But I'm a Barbarak. I'm not Ascheran." Saerus reasoned.

"But you carry the blood of your friend, Jack of Spades. You will become king in his name." Authaulus said, walking over to Saerus, carrying him up the steps, laying him onto the uncomfortable crown of silver bone.

Sword aimed at Saerus' head, the Patriarch in fright, Authaulus commenced. "Do you swear oath and loyalty to the great crown of the sky, and the dark helms of disgrace? Do you promise to fight on fight's behalf and kill on sin's whim? Will you work to progress your people, instead of hindering them?"

Saerus thought carefully. He was a horrible politician, but his other self certainly was not, and Jack was already whispering in his head. Say Yes. He heard, and without any option, he was forced to.

"Yes." Saerus confided.

"Then rise, for you are now in the blood of generations, the children of an ill-taken race. We are not perfect, but you truly are. Arise, Lord Saerus, and with your title, you will be given new name asunder. In your union of your mind, you are now Jack of Spades, the Lord of Vizith." Authaulus said, turning around.

"Arise, and lower yourself to the perfect king!" He yelled, as the Lords followed tandem, save Aulocos.

"A civil war saved, a bloodline killed, another started. So ends the short dynasty of Alledrias, and begins the dynasty of Annirak." Aulocos said, turning back to his work.

The Count stood back during all of this. He smelled Saerus’ blood and could tell somebody else blood was mixed it in. He looked at the person, who crown Saerus the Jack of Spades. His eyes widen when he smell that man’s blood. Smells like an Annirak to me. he said to himself.

Selene walked up to her husband and bow her head. “Saerus, this is shocking.” she said. “Now, kiss me.” She hopped into his arms and locked lips with his lips.

Saerus was shocked, but pleasently surprised at the reactions nonetheless. "Despite your marriage, she has no benefit from your crowning. As someone born outside of Jenrak's borders, and in existence from a family born outside, she is not labelled Queen." Authaulus, turning around, and going back down the long steps.

"Ahem." Aulocos said sternly.

"Oh, right." Saerus said, prying Selene off, and getting up, going to talk to Aulocos. "What's the chances?"

"Slim, at best. We need someone with Ascheran spells."

"What about Herrissian's diary?"

"No, it won't help. The diary doesn't detail any tracking spells, only summoning. And nobody wants to summon any gods now - " With that, his mind was in thought.

"Zarazego." Saerus and Aulocos said in tandem. Certainly the Lord of all Knowledge would now something.

“Bullshit.” said the Count under his breath. He was going to say something but they had bigger fish to fry. When Saerus married Selene, he became a prince of the Dominion. And an official one at that. Same thing with Ashili, she became a princess after the Count took over. JWolf was not going to let this go by without talking about it.

“Why would you need a tracking spell?” asked the Count, walking up behind Saerus and Aulocos. “Sal know the location of the sicko. Where every he goes, Sal will know it.”

“And the last time the gods came back, it was not good thing.” adds Edward in the background.

"I heard that." Viraranaar spoke up, coming from the end of the hallway, at the entrance. "Who killed the guards? A motley time for redecorating, but lives are precious at all moments. And where is Drakthaz?" Viraranaar asked questions abound.

"We're only going to bring back one." Aulocos spoke.

"One?" Viraranaar wondered again.

"The Gods have very predetermined morality. If we bring back one god, they usually benefit us. Hence why any Gods brought back will usually help the one who summoned them. Hopefully Zarazego will be a helpful person." Saerus replied.

"What's going on?" He asked.

"We're bringing back Zarazego." Authaulus reasoned.

"Why? What's going on?"

"The mother is released."

"Whose mother? My mother? She can't be all that bad..."

"No, the one mother."

"I'm not following."

"Adelena."

He looked over at Sal then Sal stopped tracking Gelectriax’s brain waves. The Count said nothing to Sal but it was like they were talking. He looked back at the others. “Okay, who the hell is Adelena?” asked the Count.

Then the Count walked over to the body of Alledrias and picked up her sword. He began examining it. “But before we summon anybody, how about we get her body out of here first.” He said.

"Cannot be allowed." Authaulus and Viraranaar said simultaneously. Chiming up again, Viraranaar explained. "Her blood is crucial to Zarazego's reconstruction." He nodded, his figners examining her bleeding organs, moving around and throbbing although she was evidently disdain of life.

"If Aedelena gets summoned into Gelectriax's arms, then we are screwed beyond all doubt. Perhaps it would be best if we had her on our side." Ashili suggested, as Rashkta had a look of disfavour on her face.

"Perhaps not summoning up the Mother is the best course of action." She suggested, but it all a moot point.

"She is already summoned. The embryo was her, and now she needs just time to begin her growth into her final incarnation. Who was figure?" Saerus asked, referring to the shadowy fiend whom appeared so suddenly.

"Illikath the Scarecrow." A sly, cackling voice said, as a red robed, torn and ripped, a dark breast plate beneath of bone, fingers rattling beneath claws, a helm on his face covering his face. Gelectriax had come, standing beside the window ajar, as the Lords rose up in a tumultuous roar, their weapons branded.

“Ah…” said the Count about Alledrias’ body being left in the room. The Count has his back to everybody, looking at the little girl. The poor girl that was tortured, broke down then rebuilt into a monster. “Poor little girl.” he said under his breath.

Out of the corner of his eyes, he saw Edward draw both of his pistols. “An uninvited guest.” he said, standing up. He still had Alledrias sword in his hands. He spun it around to test its weight. “Your blood will be in veins at the end of all of this.” he said at Gelectriax.

"That sword came from my bones, Count." He said, snapped as it began to dismantle, catching on fire as it enflamed and exploded about in tiny explosions, rendering it useless.

"Now, before you turn your mind backwards and even think of killing me, know that I'm not an idiot to show my face unless something has gone from my accord. So, to sum it up to you simpletons, Illikath is not my ally anymore." Gelectriax said.

"As far as my eyes can go and my hand can reach, I simply can't see what an enemy whom cannot be seen to do. Now, I am not a man to ask for help, especially from somebody out of town." He cackled, pointing to Saerus. "But that man is king because of me, and without me, this castle wouldn't exist. It would be utter anarchy. You don't know Alledrias as much as I did. She would never have concieved a child, much like Nahk's damned daughter." He hissed at Denise whom looked back in a defiant gleam.

"You kill me, then you will have to be stuck fighting Illikath and Adelena blind. But there's a catch - you can't kill me." Gelectriax said, cackling.

"So, Count. Do you want to fight me? To have your lackeys attack me? Or will you help me have a traitor burn." Gelectriax offered, his voice still coarse and sneaky.

"You've kidnapped her in the first place, it was your fault Adelena is back!" Denise reasoned, as Rashkta placed her back down.

"Why would I summon the mother of Arkthary? I took Alledrias, I raised her, but you're the one responsible Alledrias. Never leave the diary of Karbulia out. Keep it locked, not idle." Gelectriax looked around. "I'm giving you one hour to join my side. If not, then you watch Jenrak burn." With those words, he left.

Gelectriax will die by his hand or another ones. The Count knew that. He hoped the other knew. “Ignore his words, people.” said the Count. “Lower your weapons. He is nothing but a sicko freak that bored with this world we call Earth.”

“He wants us to kill him.” adds the Count. “His time will be up before this ends. He has to many enemies in this nation, in this room.”

“Saerus.” he said. He was about to say the other man’s name but he did not know him. He looked at Aulocos. “Don’t know your name or who you are. But this is what we need to do. Get everything ready to summon Zarazego. Then move after the sicko and his fiends.”

"Zarazego's coming. In Gelectriax's heartwarming speech, I've taken the liberty to bring him up in his grandeur." Viraranaar said.

“Good job, Lord Viraranaar.” said the Count. He looked up at the ceiling. “So…who…wants to buy a crate of AK-47s?” Edward looked over at his father with a quizzed look on his face.

The Lords looked on in disbelief. Not only were Jenrakians extremely advanced in their rifles and anti-armour weaponry, but they tended to deny any sort of weaponry from outer countries. Unsurprisingly, none of the Lords replied. "I'll buy one." Saerus said, raising his finger. Jenrakian weaponry might be advanced, but he's intent to try something different. After all, the treasury was his now, and he was able to spend it to his splendour.

“Yeah, first customer.” said the Count turning around to face his son-in-law. “One gun will cost $600. Each crate has twenty rifles and costs $12,000. Plus, I got a lot of those fun HE rounds in Raunin.”

“So…do I have the crate delivered here or your castle?” asked the Count. “And I got other fun things in Raunin like SAF 9 sub-machines and M60 machine guns.”

"No, I am alright." Saerus said, shrugging slightly. "Besides, the Ak-47 will be merely for asthetic purposes once we get the MPF finished."

“Oh…well, I was talking to the rest of the Lords in this room.” said the Count. He looked back at them. “And I do have a stolen M1 Abrams main battle tank in one of warehouses. Any takers? 2.5 million is my asking price.”

Jenrakians do not have many tanks. Their armour divisions were a little extreme. It usually ranged from the light and sharp rocket cycles and lancer bikes to the heavy pounding and nearly unstoppable Vizi-Turrets. Therefore, a balanced tank was seldom seen in Jenrak. While none of them seemed to reply, the offer intrigued the last thought person whom was to be seen. Raising her finger, Rashkta was in the contemplation, her hand high into the air, her eagerness profound. “That offer intrigues me.” Rashkta said. “What’s the condition on the tank?” She asked.

“In good condition.” said the Count turning to look at the young lady. A beautiful woman, she was. “It has a black paint job. And I have people to make sure it is running condition.”

"I'll take it then." Rashkta said.

“Okay, Miss….wait I don’t have your name.” he said. “Where do you want the tank delivered?”

“Here.” Rashkta said.

“Here? What an abrupt reply.” Said a soft, sweet, girlish voice, as where once Alledrias’ corpse laid, was an extremely pretty girl, in her late teens, donned in a schoolgirl uniform, her hair long and straight, her teeth pearly white, skin smooth and her figure lithe and supple. She looked, in many ways, with features identical of Alledrias, but she seemed to be cute, more than sexy in a different term.

“Who are you?” Viraranaar asked incredulously.

“Who do you think?” She asked her hands on her hips, revealing a multi-tentacle beast as a small insignia tattooed on her right forearm. “Vira, you’re a douche, okay? Your mother would be turning her grave.”

“Why are you? Some girl who just walked in? Where is Alledrias’ corpse?” Viraranaar asked.

“Shut up, okay? You’re annoying.” She said.

“Okay.” said the Count. “I will be delivered here” He looked at the girl in the school uniform. “Viraranaar, that is Zarazego.” he said, almost wanting to pop him in the back of the head with his hand.

“Why does Zarazego look like that?” Saerus said in wonder, looking at the pretty school girl that was to be the god of Knowledge.

Zarazego sighed. Turning around, her hands on her hips, it was a very risqué performance, looking like a horrid play erected from an even worse script. “You know what? You’re not a god, okay? You’re not Enkur. When Enkur brought me back, he had the power to keep me in my original form. I’m stuck leeching off Alledrias’ body.”

“What about the clothes?” Viraranaar asked.

She shrugged. “I like them. I’m not going to complain on what I am right now.” She said, lifting her breasts, repeating it over and over again. “So cool.” She murmured quietly.

“But I’m short a liver, a fallopian tube and a pancreas.” Zarazego said in a matter-of-factly voice.

“Okay. Stop playing with your breasts.” said the Count. Edward started laughing but shut up fast.

“Fine. I know how you guys like your society and dignity.” Zarazego said with a disappointed sigh. “Well, you guys probably gutted that girl to have me come up here for a reason, so get to it.”

“If you’re the god of Knowledge, you would know what need of your help on.” Saerus said, suspiciously.

“Oh really?” Zarazego said, her eyebrows raised. “How about this, I know what you want, but I want you to recap it because it’s fun. Now recap.” She said with a commanding voice.

“Adelena is released upon the world. How long do we have before she is fully matured, and wh – “

“You’re too late, and she’s in the Citadel of Kerenuk.” Zarazego said, snapping with ever word, an odd thing to do nevertheless, but still truly interesting.

“How do – “

“Who the hell do you think you’re talking to?” Zarazego said incredulously, nullifying the point.

“Well, god of knowledge, tell us a way to Adelena sent back from wherever she came from.”said the Count.

"No can do. You're going to have to live with her. That is, if you get there before them, which most likely won't happen. The Mother is a different being altogether. She cannot be banished or taken back." Zarazego said. "She's different, like Ackthal. Good old Ackthal."

"Say, did you know that Gelectriax has a spy in here?" She asked, looking around at the suspcious lords. "I thought so."

“Who is the spy?” said the Count. All that time, all door were shut. Shut so fast, it lsounds like cannon just went off.

"I'm just joking with ya." She said, laughing hysterically as the others looked around in surprise. Nobody understood the joke, nobody seemed to know why it was so funny.

“You suck at jokes, you know that.” said the Count. The doors all open back up. “So…anybody else have anything to ask Zarazego.” He looked at the other Lords.

Zarazego made talking motions with her hand. "You know what? Shut up." She said, before the the place went quiet, as nothing seemed to be happening.

"Fine, I'll just get something to eat." But a Sword pierced through her back, coming out her chest, as she fell down onto her knees, bleeding profusedly before she was able to spew out a few words.

"Bastard." She said, before her body fell, Aulocos letting go of the handle of the blade, taking out a napkin to wipe off the blood from his gloves.

"Let's go to Kerenuk." He said.

“Good thing, he did it before me. “said the Count. “Your head would be looking up from that floor at your body, knowledge master.”

“Ya’ll let the way, we will follow.” said the Count.

Turning around, his voice ina great wave, Aulocos looked at the other lords. "Assemble the fleet. We head to Kerenuk immediately." And with that, a tumultuous roar ensued.

The Count and Sal began to heads towards the hanger. “Denise, Ashili, you can ride with us.” said JWolf. Edward and Remy began following them.

Selene walked over to Saerus. “I will go with you.” she said.

"If you want to, you can." Saerus said, kissing her affectionately. Ashili rolled her eyes.

"We're heading in different vehicles. Let's deploy a safety perimeter around the church, and prepare the bombardment of any enemy structures that could cause troubles."

"This isn't war, Ashili." Denise said, but Ashili wouldn't listen.

"This is worse."

“Okay.” said Selene, he kissed him back then follow him.

“Well, we do need somebody to point the way.” said the Count.

“So…you coming with us, Ash?” asked Edward looking back.

"Just follow my plane." Ashili said. "I'll tell you guys where to go." Turning around, she looked at Viraranaar and Aulocos in deep conversation.

"Are you guys coming?" She yelled at them, but they shook their heads.

"We'll be there." Aulocos said reassuringly.

“Okay.” said the Count. With that, they took towards the hanger. Edward follow Ashili to her plane. The Count, Remy and Sal hopped into AS 565 Panther assault-transport helicopter.

“Come on Denise.” said Remy. JWolf started the copter up. Both of the CSH-2 Rooivalk attack helicopters began to power up to. Selene got into whatever Saerus got into.

Saerus had always donned a relatively simple aircraft, a helicopter unarmed, black and stained in gold, his usual colours of uniform. Adjacent to his small helicopter, was a relatively large aircraft, a large transport helicopter donning missiles, four machine gun pods, and armour as thick as the ones on the Vizi-Turrets. A railgun on its edge, it was large and sleek and painted in a perfect blue coat.

Walking on the ship, was Authaulus, rising up into the air, his ship flashing out of the Hangar, as Saerus followed suit.

"I'm not the fighter, my brother is." Saerus said, looking at Authaulus as he held on to the rail, looking out at the sky as his ship flew across it, following Ashili's.

The Black Wolves copters entered the air, following the other aircrafts. All three of them could enage in fire fight, if they had to.

“Brother? You never told me you had a brother.” said Selene.

"There's to me then sands and politics." Saerus said, chuckling, as they reached the Kerenuk chapel quickly.

"A fast trip." He commented.

“Oh…” said Selene. “Damn that was fast.” On the radio came JWolf’s voice, it link to the whole fleet. “We land or have somebody do a fly by first?” he asked.

"I'll take care of it." Authaulus chimed in, his ship flying by quickly as to seemingly dissappear behind the chapel, and reappear again, searching for any oddities.

"Let's take this down." Saerus replied, following suite with Ashili, as they landed down to the Kerenuk citadel, a large church-like fortress abandoned in the Karbulazk fall, turrets long lost and catapults rotting in steel and stone rememberance. Walking up to the large wooden doors, Saerus opened it, as the sand billowed through, revealing at the end a long hallway, and a large room, showing a pulsing green vial as large as a vehicle, and a pulsing white solid object inside it.

"What's that?" Saerus asked, edging closer, as Ashili and the others followed suit.

The Count lands the transport heliports then the assault ones land 25 years behind it. The Count, Remy, Denise, and Sal hoped out. Remy and Sal were wearing long coat with hoods, Remy’s black with the white tiger on the back and Sal’s blood red with a black dragon on the back. Edward comes out in his trademark Emiko coat on. Selene hopped out of Saerus’s helicopter with golden coat with a hood.

“Looks a large vial, filled with some strange green liquid.” said the Count, his sword in his hands. Remy had some cards. Edward has his pistols. Sal had a RPG with a M60 on his back. Selene had Tommy gun.

Authaulus had seen nobody there, so he landed his ship, and with a shoulder mounted Rocket launcher, entered into the Church, ready to fight, his fingers crackling in excitement. From the end, he saw as Saerus flicked the green glass vial, before looking at the white substance, seeming to be wings. Pressing a nearby button, he released the fluid out onto the floor, spilling it around as it steamed nastily.

The glass shattered into a fine dust, and the white mass appeared to be a large pair of feathery, angelic wings, connected to the most beautiful women seen, her body naked and her chin wobbling in the coldness, despite the heat of the Jenrakian desert pounding on the church.

Her hair long, straight and a beautiful soft sky blue, her skin a slight buish tone, she gave a cold supernatural aura around her, her eyes green, showing a baby-like curiosity. Looking about softly, she had an innocent gaze, as a baby opening its eyes for the first time. Her wings were immense, covering the wall, almost the size of many cars stacked on top of each other.

She didn't say, only gave them a soft stare.

“Saerus, did you have to do that?” asked the Count. He looked at the lady, his eyes widen every second. “What is she? An angel?” The Count and the others back off and away from her.

"Adelena?" Saerus asked, but the women only looked back with a blank stare, unable to interpret anything.

“Okay.” said the Count, looking around the room. “Where is that scarecrow person at? And the sicko, too?” He scanned the ceiling and everywhere,

Adelena stayed where she was, still wonderous and curious on what was going on. She did not utter a single word, but a shfting shadow showed signs that perhaps they weren't alone. From the cieling, hanging on ropes, Gelectriax cackled once more.

"Dear Adelena. You are most unfortunate to have been born perfect in an imperfect world." Gelectriax swung down beside her, holding his hand out to her, as she eyed him curiously.

"Come, great Mother. I will show you safety and compassion." Gelectriax said, before a shadowy figure leaped out and slashed him on the back, before disappearing. His sudden movements alarmed Adelena, and she gasped in horror, the stone emerging to form hands to protect her.

"Illikath!" Gelectriax yelled in tandem, electricity from his hands, as he lunged a blast at a nearby stone hand. "Where are you, you bastard!"

“Almost like me.” said the Count about Adelena being born perfect in an imperfect world. Illikath jumped out from the shadow and attack Gelectriax.

“Calm down, sicko.” he said. “The little fucker will get what is coming for him.”

The hands began to enrage and form into axes and spears, defending Adelena whom had begun to sob hysterically, tears running her face to produce roses and green grass at the spots that the tears fell unto the sandy grass. Sighing and hyperventilating, it only made it worse for the others as her breath began to freeze stone and dry the air, as it became unbelievably cold.

The Count looked back at the angel lady. “Okay, that is strange.” he said out loud. The cold air did not harm the Count or Edward, it just began charging their mutant powers.

“Is it getting cold in here?” asked Remy.

"Apparently so." Aulocos said, Viraranaar alongside him. His left hand out, pointed at Adelena, he spoke in Ascheran.

"Audihk Draan Adelena, Audihk Dress." Aulocos said, and with that, Adelena turned her head in surprise, looking at Aulocos with a caring look.

"Eissun Duun?" She asked him, her voice enacting a ray of sunlight and warming the air, as the stone obstacles vanished.

"Daishun Drahk." Aulocos said, pointing to Gelectriax.

She got up, and hugged Gelectriax, whom hugged her back, but it was a confusing scene for everybody else.

"Eissun, Gelectriax." She said, not letting go.

The Count and the Dominionites looked in surprise. They did not know what to think about the scene in front of them. They did not know what to do. “I don’t know that language. What the hell just happen?” asked the Count.

"Arkthary Andruisk?" Adelena had let go, and asked.

"Daishnagun, durulath daishun Arkthary." Aulocos explained, as she sat down, looking curiously. Looking at the Count in curiosity, she waved slightly, but did not smile.

"Eishuun khazra duun?" She asked him.

"She's asking who you are. Answer." Aulocos said, though it would still be in vain - Adelena spoke and understood only Ascheran.

“Well, tell her that I’m an ancient vampire named Count JWolf.” he said to Aulocos. “And tell her I don’t know her language, I’m from another nation.” The Count looked at Adelena, she was one of the strangest things he had saw in the Jenrak.

"Shadra kuun. Ada kudis." Aulocos spoke to her. "Shuino karey Jwolf."

Her pretty head nodded. "Deshdaguun. Arien khazra Ada Kudis."

Aulocos spoke to Jwolf. "She says she knows you." Turning back to Adelena, Aulocos spoke again to her. "Naderr dishna dues."

She looked in wonder, her head tilted slightly to the side in curiosity. "Azmah dili zuun?" She asked.

"Dibra keerey, kara kudnuun." Gelectriax said quickly, his tongue quick and proficient, as Adelena nodded.

She nodded, and lifted her fingers, and from her fingers, long strands of silky dark green began to emerge out of thin air, graceful and wondorous, clothing her, as she stood up in her long green robes, shining with the morning light, radiant and passionate in colour.

"Ireicka kaala muru chastdaa dirun." Gelectriax said, groaning in pain as he fell down onto his knees, a small black hand-shaped slit of smoke coming out of his helmet.

“Ah…I must be that well known then.” said the Count, with this sword touching the ground. He was watched the scene unfold in front of him. Watching it like six-year child watching a Saturday morning cartoon.

“What going on with Gelectriax?” asked the Count.

Her hand reaching to the smoke, she sighed heavily, as it was immediately disappearing, leaving nothing behind a drained and heavily breathing Gelectriax, the man getting up to his knees.

"Darshun Kuun. Kash kideuun." Gelectriax said, his voice serious and full of malice.

"I enjoy your company." Adelena spoke, her English perfect, with no Jenrakian accent to cloud it. "You are all very nice people."

Well…its looks like we can talk the same language now. said the Count to himself. The Dominionites continued watching Adelena. She was strange being. Is she a goddess or a powerful mutant? Was that question that went through their heads.

"Adelena, Authaulus." Authaulus said, kneeling lowly at her feet, her fingers pondering about in grace.

"I'm not one of power and control. I am only I, and you are only you. There is nothing to be gained from such a frivolous action such as kneeling at the feet of one that wishes not." Her words were articulate, sophisticated, cultured.

"Dear, dear Gelectriax." She said, lifting him up, hugging him again. "Thank you for your gift." With those words, Adelena sat down, looking at them with a curious stare.

“May I ask what did you do to Gelectriax?” asked the Count, who walked up towards him.

Gelectriax moved up quickly, his hand ejecting a large array of tentacles, his sword of bone in his left hand. Obviously, Gelectriax didn't seem to wane in his speed nor power, but he spoke of a different language. "Edeck Kusraa!" He said menacingly, as Adelena reassuringly calmed him down.

"He gave me your tongue so I can hear it." She explained.

“Okay.” said the Count. He looked at Gelectriax and smiled as he backed. Almost like he was testing him. “Now, I have no idea what he is saying.” He looked back at the other in the group, Saerus and the other. “Did we bring the school girl with us?” asked.

"No, Zarazego's dead." Aulocos said, as Adelena fell down in a sombre expression.

"He's dead? How?" Adelena said, breathing heavily, the air become unbearably hot, the stones from the top of the cieling beginning to fall, the ground rumbling slightly.

The Count had quizzed look on his face, too. “Edward!” yelled the Count. “Cool us off.” Edward winked and blew cold air out of his mouth. Enough to made the room cool to stay in it. The Count then attacked the falling stones, cutting them into small piece.

"There is no mercy in this world. I will make it anew." She said angrily, disappearing in a wisp of smoke, as the stoens from the cathedral began to fall, the building beginning to implode.

"Go, now." Authaulus said, raising his fingers, as a small wires of nets began to pierce many large stones into smaller ones, the threads cutting them, making them still quite dangerous, but relatively less fatal if they ever hit.

"Kasdairuck, Dunduis." Gelectriax said to Aulocos, pushing Authaulus out of the church.

"Darunmun." Aulocos agreed.

The Count and the Dominionites started out of the cathedral. That is when Sal something on the ceiling like person or maybe it was his eyes playing tricks on him. Either way, he fired the RPG at it before escape from the cathedral.

Outside, the Count stopped and looked back. He was far enough away from the cathedral, so nothing could harm him. “Now what?”

The only two left inside were Gelectriax and Aulocos, standing still in defiance as the building began to implode around them. Standing with his fingers twitching in anticipation, Aulocos eyed Gelectriax carefully. "Kirra Kaduun (Is seems this has gone far from both our plans)." He spoke, his voice a small chuckle of hopeless nihilism.

"Druik dashduun duun kaduun (It doesn't matter, we have another threat now)." Gelectriax said sincerely, sighing, his bone hewn claymore-like sword still in his left hand. "Kash dai sin (Shall we finish our pact)?"

"Caurun sunmon (Of course, old friend)." Aulocos confided, his sword drawn in a swift flash, going into a stance, his sword held high above his head, the end of his right hand's middle finger touching the end of the blade, his left leg out straight, and his right leg bent to the side.

"Siumun duun (It seems this pact must finish)." Gelectriax spoke, his sword aimed from his left shoulder, his left hand holding it tightly, his right leg out, his left leg back. As the stones fell around them, they stood.

"Sinsun khrarat mangudis (We have killed many for this perfect time)." Aulocos said. "Alledrias, Nahk, Arcarum, Egos."

"Shruin dasaan (But it will not be a wasted perfect time)." Gelectriax agreed.

The Count looked around at the group outside. He saw two men missing. Gelectriax and the man he did not know his name. “Where are those two at?” he asked out loud.

"I'm not sure. Where could Aulocos be at?" Ashili said, looking around.

“Would he be in there?” asked the Count, pointing back at the cathedral. Aulocos, that is the man’s name he said to himself.

In a flurry of blows, they rushed, Gelectriax charging with lightning speed towards Aulocos, stabbing the air as Aulocos leaped up him, spinning around to slash him, but was blocked immediately in a flash of light and song of metal. “Aishun nire (Why did you do it)?” Aulocos asked, jumping high into the air onto a rock, as it fell, leaping onto another as Gelectriax followed, quickly slashing at his feet, but Aulocos quickly raised his feet and had to thrust his sword straight into the path of Gelectriax’s attack to steer clear of it. Landing on separate pieces of rocks, they leaped back immediately against each other, Gelectriax raising his sword up and thrusting once more, as Aulocos spun around in a lightning quick attack and struck, but blocked again.

Eying each other in thought, they quickly clashed swords again, a jet of lightning issuing from Gelectriax’s fingers, missing Aulocos nearly as the rock blocked his path, blasting it into a fine dust in midair. His body spinning like a top, he slashed, but was blocked, and then swung low, forcing Gelectriax to jump even higher up, before thrusting down into his power.

Swinging up, the force of the attack lunged them both at different ends, jumping back onto the rocks as they kept falling onto the ground. “Simduun satari (There was no other way).” Gelectriax said, firing off a jet of electricity against Aulocos, whom dodged it with agility, pushing himself on the rock towards Gelectriax, slashing in a distinct ‘V’ shaped pattern, cutting Gelectriax’s arm, as a coarse red liquid dropped out carefully, forcing Gelectriax to smash Aulocos in the face with his hilt, sending the Leper down onto the floor. As Gelectriax flung himself down with utmost speed, crashing into the ground as Aulocos dodged just in time.

Rising up as Gelectriax pulled his sword out, Aulocos spun around and slashed down, as Gelectriax had just pulled his sword out and blocked, kicking Aulocos far into the glass of the crumbling cathedral, and with that, he rose up in the safety of the group, blood bursting from behind his mask, looking on, but he could not see Gelectriax in sight.

The Count looked down at Aulocos. “Have fun?” asked JWolf. “He is gone, right?”

“I believe so.” Aulocos said, gasping heavily. “We have to go.” He said, watching as the cathedral crumbled into nothing but a large series of stones, crushed beneath the wrath of the greatest Goddess of the Jenrakian pantheon.

“Let’s go, now.” Aulocos demanded, as Ashili, Authaulus and Saerus followed suit, Denise still looking onwards.

The Count and Edward followed behind the group. Sal on their tails. Remy grab Denise and pulled her with him. This was not going good.

"What's the next plan?" Ashili asked Viraranaar, whom shrugged.

"I'm not adept at this sort of information. Lord Aulocos is the leader on the information of The Mother, not me." He said, walking faster, as Ashili went back to Aulocos, her expression in wonder.

"What's the next course of action, sir?" She said.

"If history repeats itself, then we know that Adelena will not try to do anything as long as she is completely out of our danger. She would mostly likely not do anything until we actual incite any form of hunt against her, but until then we are not to be a threat." He pulled Denise towards him, his gloved hand rubbed her head.

"Besides, my niece is getting married. That's stress enough."

“Oh…yes the wedding.” said Remy under his breath. Like all members of the house of Wolf, he wants to fight. Even if it was his own wedding, he would fight before the wedding.

“Yes, we need to the plan the wedding.” said the Count. “But inside a building, not in the bloody desert.”

"Then we are settled. And I must talk to this boy you're marrying, Denise." Aulocos said, pointing to Remy.

"Okay. Remy?" She said to Remy, her finger flicking forwards.

“Yes, Denise.” said Remy, looking at her. He looked at Aulocos. “So, you are Denise’s uncle then. I'm Remy.”

"Do you know that Denise is already married?" Aulocos asked quietly, an almost inaudible whisper.

“Yes, she told me.” said Remy standing next to Aulocos. He was talking quietly, too. “Something about being wasted in college.”

"Hmm. Then you and her have to meet her husband immediately. You can't wed until you are single, so don't wait until after the wedding to do this." Aulocos said.

“That is what we are going to, Aulocos.” said Remy. “I was about to get her and go do it. But we were called away and we end up here.”

"Ah, I see. Well welcome to the lands of Jenrak, with sand as far as the eye can see." Aulocos said, for the first time his voice a light humour.

“I know.” said Remy. “It does have some tall sand dunes.”

"Despite the animals, the chemicals, and the apocalyptic gods, it's home." Aulocos said. "Denise would never leave this place, so if you love her, you might have to adjust to it."

“Both Edward and Selene have.” said Remy. “So, I will adjust to it."

"Welcome to the corner of Hell." Aulocos said, getting into Saerus' copter, leaving Denise with Remy.

“So…Denise, lets get out of here.” said Remy. He started walking toward the transport helicopter. The Count and Sal were already on.

Edward was with Ashili in her plane. Selene with Saerus.

Authaulus had stayed behind for the final inspection of the church, and the inspection of anything that seemed odd. Walking around, he was sure that Gelectriax was dead - his robes and his armour strewn in pieces, and blood and fresh drying organs laid around. Surely those were from Gelectriax, and it could only be logical his corpse was torn apart.

Yet as he did his inspection, he could have sworn he saw through his receptors a shadowy figure walking away into the fog of the gasses in the desert, but perhaps was simply a mirage.

The Black Wolves copters entered the air. The Count was following behind the other aircrafts. Everything that just happen has been thrown out of their minds. The only thing on the Dominionite’s mind was the wedding.

"We'll need a priest." Ashili said reassuringly. "We'll need a priest."

“Can’t Vira do it?” asked Edward behind her. “He is a priest. A killer priest.”

"Certain priests are designated for certain tasks. We need an appointment priest. Viraranaar is a priest of repentance. If you've worked against the rules of the Ascheran Laws, then you go to him for instructions on repentance."

“Oh…well, back to square one.” said Edward. “Know an appointment priest?”

"Authaulus." Ashili said.

“Oh…then we will ask him.” said Edward. “Think he will do it?”

"I am not sure." Ashili said. "It's whether he would approve of the marriage or not."

“Oh…” said Edward.

"But I know how to convince him." Ashili said, nodding.

“Okay.” said Edward. “Tell me how you can?”

"He has a friend named the Patriarch of Bones. That guy, is Denise's cousin." Ashili reasoned. "What's the Patriarch of Bones' weakness? You won't believe it."

“The Patriarch of Bones’ weakness?” said Edward out loud. He thought about it for about a minute. “Don’t know.”

"Puppies." Ashili said, smiling.

Edward started laughing. “That’s funny.” he said. “The Patriarch of Bones like puppies.”

"It's a weakness we found out when he was willing to killl off Rephalim to save a kennel of puppies. The man is brutally incoherent on his priorities."

“So…you are going to get him a bunch of puppies then.” said Edward. “Good plan.”

"For once, there's a Jenrakian Aristocracy who's easy to deal with." Ashili said, kissing Edward.

Edward kissed her back. His wife was smart as him. A dangerous couple they make.

Ashili was intimately aroused. Her breathing heavy, her skeletal frame flashing through her skin, she felt was sweating as her teeth began to adopt fanglike appearances, her two bite marks becoming apparent. "Do you have a private room?" She asked Edward.

“This is your plane, hon.” said Edward. He knew his wife was aroused. More fun for him.

"Of course, I'm just..." She had enough. "Let's go." She said, dragging her husband by the collar into a washroom.

Edward had a huge smile on his face and his hands on her butt. As the door shuts, Edward jumped on his wife like a mad man. Taking her clothes left and right.

Below Ashili's plane, Saerus' helicopter was flying, following the plane, and Saerus looked out in wonder. "What the hell is she doing?" Saerus said incredulously, looking at her plane, as it began to dip and wane, but then rise up again safely. "She's going to break her stabilizers doing that."

Selene smiled and move close to his right ear. “They are doing the fun dance. You know what I‘m talking about.” she said. “Want to do that later?”

"Why the hell are they dancing?" Saerus asked in wonder, completely oblivious.

Selene just rolled her eyes. “They’re making love.” she said.

"Oh, well good for them." Saerus said, turning back to the window.

“You need to get laid.” said Selene, moving back to her seat. She had smile on her face, too.

"I'm sorry, but..." He started, before realising what she meant. "...oh."

Selene just smiled again. On the radio came JWolf’s voice, “Saerus, to your right.” he said. A moment, the Count’s transport copter arrive out of nowhere. “Where are we going?” He looked over at him.

Remy started throwing charged card out of the right side of the copter, they shot down towards the ground.

“Cus, so this Denise.” said Sal.

“Yes, that is her. Denise, this is Salvador Castillo-Saint Clair.” said Remy.

"We're headed to Haasdra. We're going to have plan the wedding. Ashili?" Saerus said in the intercom, but only a heavy moaning came from the other end. "Never mind." Saerus said.

“Okay.” said the Count then hear the moaning. “That’s my boy.” he said. “Like father, like son.”

"Authaulus, what's your status?" Saerus said on the communicator, as a bevel of jargon came up, before Authaulus actually replied.

"Nothing much. There's no frequencies, nothing. And fornication outside of the house is uncalled for. That is against one of the laws." He replied sternly, as Saerus sighed.

"Authaulus, Ashili knows. Just, let them have their time, okay?" Saerus said.

The Black Wolves helicopters continued on their path with the other aircraft. Edward getting his freak on. Sal and Remy playing some card. Selene watching her husband.

For a long ride it seemed, and it was definitely much longer than it was to get over there, a dull, bleak ride it truly was. His hand over onto Selene's, Saerus looked over to his wife. "So, how are you?" He asked.

“Fine.” she said. Her pink hair was over her left ear. “You?”

"I'm fine." The conversation was extremely bland. "So, what do you want to eat tonight?"

“You.” she said with a wink. “After that, I will like some…um…um…I have no idea.”

"Let's order pizza." Saerus suggested. "Unless you don't like pizza." He turned his head back to her.

“Pizza sounds good.” said Selene. “Can one of the tops be you?” She winked again and kissed on his cheek. If that didn’t work, she would lick and softly bite on his ear.

"No, but in all seriousness." Saerus said. "What do you want as a topping? Do you like pineapples?" He asked.

“Yes, I like pineapples.” she said, moving closer to his ear. “You’re not getting it. I want you before we eat anything.”

"You want me to do what? It better not be mowing the lawn. I've got servants for that, and besides, the lawn's too large for one man to finish that."

“Damn you, Saerus.” she said. “Snap out of your logical thinking.” She placed he right hand on his groin. “I want you.”

"Please don't do that." Saerus said, taking her hand off. "I'm just not in the mood." Saerus said, as Authaulus had taken Saerus' helicopter into the helm of his plane, allowing quicker passage towards Haasdra. Entering the helicopter with Selene and Saerus inside, Authaulus nodded.

"Hello, both of you." Authaulus said.

“Well, maybe tonight then.” she said leaning back in her chair. She waved at Authaulus, her brother-in-law that she did not know she had.

"Selene, could you be so kind to lean forward a little bit? I need to get something behind Saerus." Authaulus said, in a helpful voice.

"What do you need? I can get it." Saerus offered, but Authaulus raised his hand, his immensely large armour barely fitting through the door.

"No, I am okay." Authaulus said, before turning back to Selene. "I'll need you to lean a bit to give me some space."

Selene just looked at Authaulus. “If you are trying to check out my body, don’t do it.” she said, moving forwards a little. Beware of the pink hair hottie, if you are not her husband. Because you will end up with your ‘family’s jewels’ tore off.

"I'm not. Just trying to turn something on." Authaulus said, his left hand apparently reaching down to the bottom of Saerus' seat, before at the last second it moved up lightning fast to smack him in the back of the head.

"Hey, what was that about?" Saerus said indignified.

"No need to thank me, Selene." Authaulus said, turning around and getting out of the helicopter, locking the door with a concrete slab.

“Oh…” said Selene. She laughed as Saerus was hit in the head. “I starting to like that guy.”

"He's an ass." Saerus said, fuming, before calming down. Turning to Selene, he was breathing fairly heavily, as if he was suffering through a heart attack.

"So...what do you want for the Az-Azhuran Festival?" Saerus asked her, his breathing irregular.

“Anything you get me.” said Selene. She started listening to his breathing and heart rate, trying to figure what was going. “Anything you get me, I will love it because it can from you.”

"Oh really? Because I'm sorry for being selfish, but I want you-you. Now." He said, before kissing her repeatedly and fervently.

“Oh….” said Selene, started kissing her husband. Need to thank my brother-in-law later. she said to himself.

Authaulus was steaming in his armour, and for the short time, decided to take it off. He was sitting down with a sigh, taking off the long helmet, showing the face of a soft expression, blue eyes and blond hair, a small chin and a clean and unscarred face. Taking off the rest of his plates, Authaulus was a very muscular being, his biceps immense, his hands and forearms throbbing with veins and his thighs pulsating with strength. “How long until we reach Haasdra?” Authaulus asked his captain, whom only shrugged.

“Possibly a few hours.” He said.

“So…” said Remy. He looked over at Denise. “Sal will be my best man. Sound good for you, Denise?”

"No complaints from me." Denise said, shrugging.

“Okay.” said Remy, moved closer to his lovely future wife. “Your uncle said we need to do something before we get married.”

"What's that?" Denise asked.

“Go meet that college friend of urs.” said Remy.

"Ah." Denise said, smiling slightly. "We almost forgot."

“Well…” started Remy. “It was in my head before I talked with your uncle.”

"Oh, okay. Fine." Denise sighed, her head perched in his lap.

Remy just started playing with her hair. He lend down and kisses her neck then her ear.

"What do you want to do tonight, hon?" She asked him.

“Something fun.” he said. “That is if you want to do something fun.”

"I'm always up for something." Denise agreed readily.

Remy just smiled. He was going to have fun with his lovely woman again.

"We're here." Authaulus said, standing up, donning his armor back on. "Look alive, people." They had reached Haasdra.

“Was that joke. “asked the Count, who laughed himself. “I’m the undead, man.” The Black Wolves copters stay with the others.

“Ash.” said Edward, still with his wife. “The auto-pilot can't land this bird.”

"Of course it can." Ashili said, resuming what she was doing.

“Oh…” said Edward. “That’s cool.”

Haasdra was as it always was - a large, bustling, smoke filled city, large castles standing out in the huge metropolis, massive towers as tall as mountains seeming to stab into the sky, to make it bleed in repentance. One of the largest centers of religious power in Jenrak, it would be logical have such a religious ceremony be preformed in a religious city.

“Seen it.” was all JWolf said. “Land these birds before I get sick.” A maniac’s laughing could be hear through the radio. With that, the transport helicopter shot towards the castle. Followed by the assault helicopters.

Finally reaching into the large cavernous hangar, the group sighed, as Ashili got out, Saerus and Authaulus following out of Authaulus' massive airship-like assault craft, and Denise followed closely behind. From there, Rashkta raised her hand in greeting, before walking on.

"We have a wedding to plan." Authaulus said.

Selene came out of Authaulus‘ plane, fixing her hair. Edward walked out of Ashili;'s plane with a cigar in his mouth and his coat over his shoulder. “Yes, we do.” said the Count behind the group. Then he was behind Rashkta. “Hello, Miss tank buying lady. Your tank is on it’s way.” he said.

"Oh good." Rashkta said positively, before walking away.

“Where is she going?” asked the Count, looking at the group. “No, Father, you can’t turn Rashkta into a countess.” said Edward.

“I was not thinking that.” said the Count.

"It's her feeding time." Authaulus said corasely, as if it were a vulgar task. "This week is a serial killer from Archios."

“Awesome.” said the Count. “Hope she eats part of him in front of his dumbass.”

"I find cannibalism a stain on impressionable society. Eating your own kin is not to be allowed when excess of food is available from other species."

“Okay, lets go plan the wedding.” said the Count.

"Where do you want to plan? The balcony? The Arcanum?" Ashili suggested.

“A quiet place away from the sun.” said the Count.

"The Dungeon is really the only entirely sunless place." Ashili said.

“Well, not a good place to plan a wedding.” said The Count. “Then anywhere, you think it would be the best area to plan the wedding.”

"I'm clueless. Where did we plan Saerus' wedding?"

“Your castle.” said Selene. “I think.”

"Then let's go there." Saerus suggested.

"Well, back to the planes." said the Count.

"Oh, dear Enkur. The planes again." Authaulus said, getting back to his airplane, as Ashili, Denise and Saerus followed suit into theirs.

The Dominionites head out to the copters and planes. “Well, I can see my grandchildren at Ashili’s castle.” said the Count on the radio.

"We have alot of time. Aside from the divine chaos that could spread, this is much more important." Viraranaar preached sarcastically, as he got into Authaulus' warplane.

“Y’all said she would not do anything, if we don’t mess with her.” said the Count on the radio. “Are were you just bullshitting with me?” With that, the Black Wolves copter left the hanger. On their way to Ashili’s castle.

"I'm surprised you didn't hear the sarcasm in my voice, Count." Viraranaar said.

“Oh…was not listening to it with all of my attention, Preacher.” said the Count.

"Duly noted." Viraranaar said sarcastically, before boarding Authaulus' ship, closing the door, Saerus entering his, Ashili going ino hers, and Denise staying behind to follow Remy.

The three copters of the Black Wolves are on their way to the castle. The others would have to catch up, if they left the hanger now.

Sitting in the chamber seat, Saerus looked out the window once more. Turning to his, he had a curious look. "So we're having pizza tonight, right?" He asked.

“Yes, pizza. But we don’t know what tops to get.” said Selene. “I like Canadian bacon and something hot. Sound good?”

"Okay. Bacon and something hot." Saerus said, making a mental note.

Meanwhile, on Ashili's plane, she was bored as well. "So how's things going?" Ashili asked Edward. "Do you think we should look for Gelectriax's body?"

“It would be like looking for a needle in a hay stack.” said Edward.

"Hey, I never said it would be easy." Ashili said.

“I have a feeling that looking for him will piss off the goddess angel lady.” said Edward.

"Which confuses me." She said. "Why did Adelena resurrect without any previous memories when the others Gods before have had set personalities? Arkthary himself seemed to be having his set personality. She seems to have been in a trance of innocence." Ashili pondered loudly.

From his helicopter, Saerus heard Ashili's chatterd. "Oh dear. I left this on." He said, getting up to turn it off, switching the leaf green button out, the light extinguished. "So, how are you, Selene?" Saerus asked.

"We need to go to different destination." Denise said to Remy. "Everybody else can go to Archios, but you and I need to find my husband."

“Don’t have a clue, hon.” said Edward.

“Fine. Tried of flying around.” said Selene, with a bored look on her face.

“No, we are heading towards Ashili’s castle.” said Remy. He whispered, “But we are not going to stay there. I can fly copters.”

"Okay." Ashili said, leaning her head against his shoulder. "Hey, you want to go again?" She asked.

"This is going to be a long trip." Saerus said, bored. "Is there a board game around?"

"Uh, okay." Denise said.

“Sure.” said Edward with a smile.

“Don’t know.” said Selene. “If Remy was over here, we could play some poker.”

Remy kissed Denise.

"Okay, let's go." Ashili said, getting up, putting her plane on auto-pilot once more.

As Ashili's plane stabilised, Saerus groaned. "I can't believe this. She's doing it, again?" He said incredulously. "What is that woman doing when she's not boning from dawn to dusk?"

"Thanks." Denise said, kissing him back.

“I don’t know. She read those dairies all of the time.” said Selene.

"Good point." Saerus said. "What do you want to do?" Saerus asked.

“Well, how about we go in the back and talk about our children?” said Selene. “Away from the ears of your brother and Vira.” She started into the back.

"Okay." Saerus said, following Selene, putting the aut-pilot on.

In the back, Selene watched Saerus walk in and hit him in the back of the head. “Oh…sorry, I thought I saw a spider in your hair.”

Saerus began to sweat again, before jumping back onto his wife. "Oh dear Enkur, I love you so much." He said, kissing her neck crazily.

“I love you, too.” said Selene. “Take me lover.”

"Oh my god." Denise said, looking out the window of the plane. "Nothing but fornicating fools." She said incredulously, as Ashili's castle came into view, its battlement tall and erect, the turrets like knifes aboard an armoury, massive winows and immense Temsplaces standing about, like a great fortress, as the sunlight refracted in rays across its beaten surface.

“Those Darkholmes are some horny vampires.” said Remy.

“He is right, Denise.” added the Count. “That is why there is Edward, Selene, Elizabeth and Lilli are here on this Earth.”

“Okay, everybody. The castle is in front of us.” said JWolf in the radio. “Put your clothes on and land these birds.”

Ashili tried to tie up her hair, but it was nothing but a jungled mess. Saerus had no problems, for his armour had fit perfectly and quickly on his body, despite erect organs and Authaulus only chuckled at his chess game with Viraranaar while they sat around with a cup of water on the rocking plane.

Selene looked around for her panties. “I will just go panty less.” she said. She pull her dress on and heads towards the front.

Edward pulled up his boxers. “Damn it, it was getting fun.” he said as he put on his clothes.

"Well, I have a bedroom here." Ashili said, huffing indignantly, her face a frown. "Let's go." She urged.

"Selene, stay here." Saerus said, still sweating uncontrollably. "I don't know what's going on, but please?" He said desperately, uncomfortable.

"Naharank." Authaulus said, looking up at the steep castle, his face covered by a helm. Viraranaar followed suit. "We still need to finish that chess game."

“Good thing we are home.” said Edward.

“Well, I stay here.” said Selene, pulling up her dress up and throwing it back on the floor. “If you stay with me.”

The Count landed the transport helicopter into the hanger. As it touched the floor and powered down, Remy grad Denise’s arm. He pulled her over to a PAH-2 Tiger helicopter. He opened the hatch, he offered a hand to help her in.

"Duly noted." Ashili said, looking at the magnificent acres of lush green gardens.

"Thank you, I love you so much." Saerus said.

"You should have never revealed to her the way to open your brother's hormones." Viraranaar said to Authaulus, as Saerus' helicopter doors haven't opened yet.

"Doesn't matter. Let's play chess." Authaulus said to Viraranaar, who nodded.

Edward looked out the window to see his Tiger helicopter fly out of the hanger. “Looks like Remy and Denise are leaving.” he said. “Well, lets go to the bedroom.”

Selene jumped onto her husband like tiger pouncing on its prey.

“So, which way to your college friend?” asked Remy as he flew the helicopter.

Ashili ran quickly towards the bedroom, her shoes not even off.

"Haasdra. I need to check records in the Library." Denise said.

Setting up a Chess board, Authaulus sat down in the gardens with Viraranaar, military genuises both alike, playing in a game of chess. Moving his pawn, Authaulus had begun the game. "So what is your plan on this capture of Adelena?" Authaulus asked Viraranaar.

Edward on ran after Ashili through the house. He slammed the door shut and jumped on his wife like a horny teenager.

“Okay.” said Remy, heading towards Haasdra.

The Count went looking for his grandchildren. He found all four of them in the play room remodel for them.

"We should stay a pacifist method. Aggression against overwhelming force is aggression most unwanted." Authaulus claimed, looking at the Knight that Viraranaar moved quickly. Moving his pawn up to another front, Authaulus sighed.

"Correct, but you must bait a trap. It's only some time before she finds Hsac." Viraranaar reasoned, moving his other knight.

"The Library should have my Husband's registration number." She said, pulling out a piece of paper, heavily torn and worn, but showing a series of laminated numbers. "If I can find that, then I'll be able to find him. And see how fat he is." Denise chuckled.