The King of the Dead (2-16-2012)
“… but before I go on, I’m afraid I’m going to need to know your name.”,
Morden proclaimed with a big grin on his face. His captor is not amused by this at all. She pulls her face into a grimace that makes her go from beautiful to terrifying. The skin on her face is pulled so tight, the tip of her cheek bone is sticking out further than before. She charges Morden, leaving a blur of herself behind as she moves quicker than any human should. The next thing Morden sees is the Woman standing in front of him, her fist about an inch from his face. Electric currents suddenly shoot through her body, as she falls to the ground and convulses. Morden smiles,
“They won’t let you hurt me, will they. I am too valuable for you to treat me like a punching bag. Good to know who has the real power here.”
The shocks stop, but the woman doesn’t get up from the floor. Instead she pushes herself up onto all fours, and without looking at Morden says:
“I am Chief Information Extractor Ester, now if you…”
Morden shakes his head.
“No no no, your full name. We play this game my way, or I don’t play at all. And don’t lie, I’ll be able to tell.”
She slowly pushes herself back to her feet, and sits opposite to Morden. She still has a murderous look on her face, but she closes her eyes and spits out the words:
“Ester Numan. Now I answered your question, you answer mine. What happened after they returned?”
Morden’s grin widened.
“Well they talked among themselves about their journey, so I listened. They met a girl, a dead girl, but one of the ones that didn’t go insane yet. One of the ones that lives in Enoch. A Hunter she called herself, but I’m still a bit unsure what that really means. She offered to lead them to Enoch, seeing the life in them. Problem is, Enoch is well protected. There’s traps, wards and at the end of all that there’s the black river, where the suffering dead live. Apparently that was a very uncomfortable experience, because they didn’t really go into too great a detail and looked away when I asked. The City itself was gigantic they said, build out of stone and flesh and dark things with no name. A shadow of a city that once existed in our world, but no longer. Once in the city though, the King took notice. That’s right, the dead have a king. I didn’t catch his name, but apparently he’s a huge ass. He made sure they knew the fact they were trapped in the underworld, and that he knew a way out. Also he wasn’t dead, at least not that time. In any case, the Black Hand was there and they didn’t like them snooping in their business. Cause you see, a dragon is a spirit of the universe, and it was granted it’s body by fate. However the body and the spirit do not need each other to function… Drak’s body had been busy, and it wasn’t about to go back into servitude…”