Pestilence: Rise Of The Pure Undead

Countless headless bodies fell to the ground after a few seconds of remaining standing, the sheer shock and swiftness of their demise made it so their bodies failed to realise that the main organ upstairs had already passed, turned into just about as many pieces as it could split into.

Skull fragments, blood, hair, teeth and all of the components that could be found above the neck were now painting the ground, walls, trunks, leaves and other corpses, two caped figures moving over the still corpses, a cacophony of roars, slaughter and screams coming from outside the interior of the rather lavish manor-like place they were in, with trees grown inside for some reason, providing juicy fruits to the inhabitants lucky enough to reside here.

Today, luck would not be the correct word to use.

"Brother, you can't just shout everything to death, we are supposed to get someone alive" Atsalinopalo reminded Vespertillo, the latter of the twins shrugging his shoulders.

"I barely put any voice into that one! It's not my fault their skulls are so squishy, is it?"

"No matter, why don't we just try and convert the ones that get in our way instead? This is the residence of the king of this country, surely, some his guards can handle our blood"

Vespertillo shook his head, not very convinced about this but his opinion didn't need to be voiced out.
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"Aah, great idea you had there, but it looks like we are at the main room, surely, such big doors lead to the throne room" he kicked the doors open, taking them off their hinges.

"Loosy"

"They botched the wood treatment, clearly"

Inside the humble throne room, which was rather austere, the palace of Dschungelland was more akin to a wooden manor than anything else, the inside lush with trees, gardens and small pens for animals, at the moment, most of those animals were turned into loyal vampires of Vespertillo and currently tearing into some bystanders, ripping them limb from limb.

The throne room was much like the rest of the place, two large trees flanked each side of the large room, golden fruits growing from them, each branch grafted from others, allowing for a variety of fruits to grow upon the both of them, Vespertillo was interested.

The main man they were here for was not seated on his throne, but instead hiding behind lines of guards, both living and golems, the latter instead taking Atsalinopalo's attention, especially the largest one carrying a broad sword, as tall as two men, built in the likeness of a high orc, a species of orcs that had been wholly wiped out by the undeads during the first war, now, the only ones that could be found were within the ranks of the dead.

"Oh hey, reminds me of the time I shot one in the head, with the head of another, and then, the shards of the exploding skulls killed four others, remember that? It was glorious"

"Four? I thought it was two?" the twins conversed without a care for the shivering guards and unmoving golems.

"Two on impact, but two others bled out a few moments after, you know, shards ruptured their jugulars and blood spurted everywhere, we were really gorging ourselves back then, ahahah!"

"Ah yes, Nosferatu also checked how many he could kill in one punch if they stood in a line, didn't he? We ran out of orcs before we could find out"

The two vampire lords went back and forth, the opposition not daring to make any moves first, forced to watch the impromptu comedy show.

"How do you think this golem compares to the real deal?" Vespertillo settled down and took a step forward.

"Hard to say, it looks like they don't know how to properly maintain it, let me check after-"

The Shattered made a small head movement, and without anyone having time to blink, The Night Flier extended his wings, somehow arriving right behind the country's ruler, putting his clawed hand right onto his head and crown.

Meanwhile, Atsalinopalo manifested drops of pale silver blood, shooting it at each of the golems.

"Alright guys, do you prefer the fun or the funny alternative? Drop your weapons to have fun, swing them at us for a trip down the guts of comedy" he agitated his index finger, producing a metallic squeaky noise as he did so.

Guards looked at their king, one another and then the most hideous monsters that were clearly having a blast right now.

Demons, beastfolks and humans all had the same thing in mind, everyone came to their own conclusion within their own timeframes, some let their blades fall out of their hands, choosing the fun.

Others chose the funny, and tried to attack the brother that wasn't holding their king, only to feel vibrations shake their very bones, this was what happened when you seriously attacked something that was many times tougher than your weapons and body put together.

Opening his metal jaw, Atsalinopalo released some sort of shock that paralysed the offenders, as well as those that decided that the options given to them by legendary gravelords were lacking, instead attempting to run away at full speed, which was comparable to slow walk in the eyes of the two vampire lords.

The king of Dschungelland, who was currently being held up in the air by his head, his feet not allowed to touch the ground, was forcefully seated into his throne after the twins sent some of their blood into the livings guards, golems already blocking the exit, having already switched allegiance without even doing anything.

The two of them now standing uncomfortably close to the last living of this palace, which was not as close as one might imagine, anywhere one could discern the finer details of those ignoble brothers meant that they were much too close.

"I am Ilraptere Vinntm, I take it that you are the undeads Agilulf Wanneck warned me about, damned may my past self be for not believing… May I know your names?

I take it that I am still alive for a reason" he was despondent, his regal presence was still here even in low-spirits, but he felt small, shadows cast upon him by those two, who were able of waltzing in his own manor, the most secure place of the country like they were taking a stroll at the market.

"Vespertillo, The Night Flier and my brother, Atsalinopalo, The Shattered, were but humble servants of King Nitok, the great ruler of all undeads, this friendly visitation is only meant to inform you that you are now a vassal state of his"

"Some might say that we are conquering your country, but fret not, King Nitok is not very keen on renaming things, Dschungelland will remain Dschungelland, a region of Viridis, yes"

"Would you be interested in some vampire blood?" asked Vespertillo.

"Brother, do not be overhasty, our blood is too unpredictable to give to our guest, three quarters of the guards are turning into red puddles as we are speaking…"

"Sorry for staining the ground, and walls, amongst other things… Hum, we should have someone clean this up"

"Yes, don't you worry, we will not graze the forest, it will just… Change a little bit, is all"

"Anyways" Atsalinopalo brought the conversation back on track "You will have to come with us, King Nitok will want to speak a bit with you"