Credits; Krell,
"VION!" Kelvin struck an accusatory pose in the middle of the hall, blade directed at the seated figure at the other end. Krell glanced about and saw no additional drones, no windows, and no other ways out of the room. They were trapped together if the door behind him were to be cut off, every sensible part of him screamed to leave before another fight started.
"KELVIN! WHY ARE WE YELLING?"
"OUR PEOPLE ARE DEAD ABOUT US AND YOU SIMPLY SIT ON YOUR THRONE! I DEMAND ANSWERS!"
"What, dying again? When did this happen?"
"I was hoping you'd tell me."
"Well, when did you notice that people were dead?"
"About three hours ago when this priest informed me of it."
The figure on the throne stared drectly at him. He watched the black robe rise and come down the stairs to him, it was only as it drew close that he realized that it was a rather unflateringly garbed woman. Save her hair, which in the dim light of the hall didn't even shine enough to distinguish it from the fabric of the robe.
"Tell me what you told him."
"I told him that he was dead. He informed me that someone had put a sword through his heart and then put the sword on my desk, his heart still on it."
"Then he really just now found out about the whole undead thing?"
"Apparently."
"Doesn't surprise me, he thinks I'm a very old man who uses youth potions and wears a black robe with the hood up."
"And what are you exactly?"
"Dame Viondelle Yellsdana, ambassador to the court of Gasca, appointed by the countess herself some five or six hundred years ago." She somehow managed to roll her eyes seductively as she said it, a gesture Krell found both confusing and deeply unnattural. Only a vampire could manage to pull it off without looking stupid, so it seemed she was telling the truth.
"Well, milady, perhaps he'd be willing to listen to you if you told him, he doesn't seem willing to stand still long enough for me to explain it."
"Very well, on the condition that youfollow him around for the next decade or so and not come back unless its something truly important. It's been positively ages since I've seen him and I already want him to leave."
"Yes yes, just tell him that we're all undead and the government took care of it already."
She ignored him and turned back to Kelvin, who hadn't even seemed to notice that she'd moved across the room.
"Well Kelvin, it appears that there has been some misunderstanding."
Kelvin snapped around to face her. "Misunderstanding? You mean the priest lied to me?"
"No, he just didn't explain it very well. You see, we've all been dead for around five hundred years or so now."
"That's impossible, I'd have noticed."
"There was some very tricky spellwork involved, the people responsible wanted to make sure no one knew about it. In fact, most people still don't. It would be best if you didn't mention it to them, they would refuse to accept it and might think you're a bit crazy."
Kelvin nodded knowingly. Krell couldn't help but admire the way she handled her words. And the more he listened to her tailor the tale of the plague's arrival the more he began to notice the way that her robes actualy fit rather nicely.
"And so you understand what must be done?"
"Of course, these cultists must be destroyed. Any threat to the Empire is a threat to her Majesty the Queen, and anyone who threatens her had best be ready to suffer the wrath of Kelvin. Come Father, we must make haste to find the source of these foul publications."
"But I was just..."
The vampire gently spun him about to follow the mad warrior back out of the castle. "Yes Father, you should make haste lest those wandering eyes of yours be noticed by an unintended audience. And we wouldn't want the good warrior thinking you were interested in young men, now would you?"
"Tricky vixen."
"Lecherous dead, run along."
He glanced back and saw her wearing a low-cut black gown with matching gloves. As he followed Kelvin's widely spaced footsteps he couldn't help but wonder if the robe or the gown was the illusion.
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