Pestilence: Rise Of The Pure Undead

All stood as tall as was physically possible, the very words coming from King Nitok seemed to manipulate their movements, raw authority and charisma melded with pure power that radiated from his every action.

Allang Allantir looked to the side, moving only his eyes, spotting Ilraptere Vinntm and Irtancix Vilopx, they had been here for much longer than any other livings, and they were in perfectly good health, looking just as he remembered, the jungle king and veiled emperor did not looked nearly as worried as the rest here.

'Did they already converse with him?' wondering, the king of Glittegoyaume awaited for King Nitok to speak again.

Paying close attention to the most important undead of all, although his aura was overwhelmingly intense, he himself appeared relaxed, as relaxed as a skeleton could be anyways.

He was hard to perceive, like light was drawn to him, blinking repeatedly as it seemed like King Nitok turned into a hole of darkness, only to reappear as normal in the next moment.

Chin laying in his hand, tilted a bit to the side, tapping the side of his skull with his index, flames of darkness burned in his hollow sockets, his skeletal body was in a perfect state, as if polished and maintained daily, although the shape of his sockets was far from round, appearing somewhat misshapen, almost as if they had partially melted.

His sceptre, or staff was propped up against the throne, of a rather simple design, forged out of an unknown dark alloy and nothing else, appearing nearly as tall as its wielder, truly, despite being arguably the head of the strongest forces on the continent, King Nitok was not very flashy at all.

Dressed in a simple dark robe, not any rings or pendants to be seen anywhere else, he didn't even wear shoes.

His crown was the only additional article he had on his person, and it was similarly simple, bland almost, crafted from the same material as his staff, no inscriptions or gems, just a basic headpiece that fitted perfectly on top of his skull.

The skeleton mage standing near the king's side stepped forward.

"King Nitok makes an offer, one that you can not refuse" it was hard to notice due to the unbridled power the king exuded, but every undead present in this room, even the simple guards standing around, they were all significantly powerful, to the point that even an uninitiated man like Allang Allantir could feel it, although he could not possibly tell the minute differences, they were so much above him that telling the difference of power in between them was an impossible task for him.

The mage was not quite as forcefully captivating as King Nitok, but he, apparently, was not quite as nice as his words made the livings guts turn contract.

"Accept, and you'll remain in charge of your jurisdiction, as a vassal ruler of King Nitok, the price is but a benefits, for it only entails accepting the blessing of undeath" he stepped back in position, normally this was when people would voice out their complaint, regarding the fact that they were required to die, but lips were sealed.

The king stood up from his throne, grabbing his staff as he simply descended the steps until he met the sovereigns face to face, King Nitok was not that much taller than the average man, but everyone felt like they needed to crank their necks up to its maximum to get a good look at his bony face.

As he moved, it became clear that it was not just an impression, light was genuinely drained into him, making for surreal sight, he moved without a sound, walking up to the the two rulers he had detained at the very beginning of his rise to prominence, putting one hand on Ilraptere Vinntm's shoulder like he was a good friend.

"Thy two forebears have already consented" he said, removing his hand and instead patting Irtancix Vilopx's head, then pinching her cheek.

"I do offer thee to stand beside I, upon the precipice of oblivion, to join eternity and be graven into the mind of creation"

"Yet, thou art free to refuse"

He turned his head toward them all, his neck seeming too flexible and in possession of too many articulations.

Ignoring the fact that the undead king was interacting with the emperor of Pezerx like she was a small kitten, Allang Allantir imitated the movement of the mage from earlier and took a step forward, not wanting to suddenly speak up, lest that was taken as an offence.

"Yea? Pray, speak thy mind" King Nitok put his attention onto him, which the living would have preferred to not happen, it was like weights were tied to his shoulders.

"Your majesty, your proposal is alluring, but may I enquire about the fate of my subjects?" he asked without a stutter, no one showed any reaction, it seemed like his words had not provoked any adverse reactions from the undeads.

King Nitok slightly raised his staff for a brief instant, an absolutely terrifying action that only served to communicate a simple command.

"The current decided fate for non-rulers is to be killed, moulded into rot or be granted as sacrifice for The Graveyard, only members of their close guard are to be made into undeads, remaining into service of their former lord" Loimos spoke, Allang Allantir felt like swallowing saliva, the courier's voice was right behind him, had he been standing there the whole time, or had he sneakily approached him the moment he moved?

The king of Glittegoyaume ignored this and listened intently.

"Thou hast heard him, what dost thou desire for thy people?" King Nitok, extended his free hand uncomfortably close to the living's face, just barely out of touching distance, most of his vision completely dark as all light was drained by the undead monarch.

"May I ask for a percentage to also be made into undeads-?

"So be it!" he snapped his dry bony fingers without wait, pointing his staff at the heart of Allang Allantir, a sudden pulse went right through him, in the blink of an eye, he lost consciousness and came back to himself, still standing right in front of King Nitok, feeling the same, yet completely different.

He looked down at his hands, cold, but so easy to move, tireless and strong, his mind was cleared, no, he could process everything he once thought of at once without strain.

"Miraculous…"

"Is it not so?"

The king felt a hand grabbing his shoulder from behind, Loimos pulling him out of the line-up.

Instructed to go back to the room from before, he did as he was told without question, his objective accomplished with much more ease than expected.

'Who would have thought the undead king would be easier to negotiate with than your typical merchant?' to him, his demand was ridiculous, but it really was of no importance, the regular people were of no use for the growth of The Graveyard, turning them into rot was but a simple use for them, instead turning some into undeads was of no consequence.

The other small sovereigns either accepted without question or asked for a similar condition to Allang Allantir, all that demanded for it were accepted, each of them instantly made into subjects of Nitok, all left with a rather good impression of the undead king.

They had expected to be admonished and executed like cattle, so his pleasant attitude, albeit naturally terrifying, was of a great surprise.