Wholly Undead 54 Banshee Queen... Really?
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"...Yes..." The apparition floated down slowly beside Leslie's body, but otherwise made no other sudden moves.
Jack observed this apparition. It did resemble Leslie's face, but her normal s.h.i.+ny black hair instead of cascading around her shoulders like a waterfall were standing on end. This created a bride of Frankenstein look, minus the white highlights. Her ears were elongated, into what looked to be elf ears... Maybe demon ears. Her fingers ended with long razor sharp looking claws, even while appearing ghostly intangible. Jack could only bring one word to describe the creature in front of him... Banshee.
"How do I know its you, and not some one posing as you? How do I know your not here to steal Leslie's body?" Jack asked in quick succession.
"Ah... Er..." The apparition wasn't sure how to answer this.
"I know... How many times did you climax during our Soul Union?"
The apparition's ghostly transparent mouth hung open wide. It was wide enough a bat could fly through!
She turned her back, and in a tiny whisper replied, "I'm not sure... Maybe... Maybe two hundred... maybe more... I don't know..." The ghostly being looked to be embarra.s.sed, if such emotion could be conveyed by an otherworldly specter.
Thankfully Jack had really keen hearing, else this response would of been lost to him. Jack remembered clearly, even being muddled that Leslie Climaxed two hundred and thirty seven times exactly! Even while Jack was overwhelmed with pleasure during this encounter, which to Jack was like surfing the highest crest of an o.r.g.a.s.m for days, he was able to keep count of his and Leslie's climaxes. He was slightly taken aback at the time, as Leslie pa.s.sed him in climaxes by almost fifty!
No one would be able to guess closely how many times this would occur, and Leslie didn't really count this number either... Only a pervert like Jack would use his good memory to remember something like this! He had been slightly muddle headed since morning from the encounter with her, but he clearly remembered this. This showed where he placed his priorities.
Jack's gentle voice sounded, "Why are you like this?"
"I never wanted you to see me like this." Leslie remained with her back turned. Jack could clearly see through parts of her.
"Why? Didn't you call me husband this morning?" Jack asked, with a soft tone. It was good that Lucius wasn't around to hear this tone, or even as a skeletal undead he would of gagged on sugar.
"This Hideous form is only a means to an end. It was never meant to be seen... You're the first to see me like this... Well, see me and still be among the unliving." Leslie sighed.
Jack walked in, and closed the door behind him. He approached Leslie, "Face me."
Leslie's shoulders quivered, as she turned to face her lover. Jack reached out with his hand, as the wrathful holy fire on his right hand softened to a dull glow, as he caressed the face of Leslie.
Leslie wanted to draw in air, as she was use to inhabiting her physical body, but failed to do so, "How are you touching me?"
"Can't I touch my wife?" Jack hand moved from her face and his index finger traced the shape of her elongated ear.
"That's not what I mean... In this form, only what I want to touch can be touched. You're doing this to me. MMmmmmm~~ <>
[Ears are sensitive in this form... Noted] Jack made a mental note. He wasn't as disturbed by Leslie being in this form as he first thought he would. He chalked it up to the fact that he had become jaded by becoming undead. He had after all died, and was reborn... resurrected... returned... whatever it was, he did became the undead ruler of a nation of undead...
"I can touch you, because I will it." Jack simple said what he thought. He didn't think about what he was doing. He simply did as he wanted, much in the same way Leslie had exposed him to be the villain days prior. He was selfish. As a pract.i.tioner of the Heretical Side of the Light, this selfishness created many unknown phenomenon. The Light was selfish, so was Jack. The Light wasn't as pure as many Hypocritical Cultivators would lead others to believe, or even believe themselves.
"Stop!~ Let me return to my body!" Another coo was issued from Leslie. It was usually Leslie who would make moves on Jack. These attacks were much more powerful; as a zombie undead, she retained her sense of touch, as was sensitive to it. Now in this form, she found she was even more so, and never knew until the moment Jack touched her. This was one of the reasons Leslie was a very physical person. Zombie undead were fleshy beings. They enjoyed physical contact more than skeletal undead, who had very little feeling in the sense of touch.
"Alright, but I want to know what all this is about. You asked me to keep no more secrets. I expect the same..." Jack reprimanded in a honeyed voice. This barely const.i.tuted as chastising.
Leslie floated over to her body, flipped over in mid air, and laid back into her body. She vanished as she completed this odd maneuver, and her physical body's eyes blinked open. She turned her head to look at Jack.
"I told you it's me." She said shyly.
"Alright, enough nonsense. Confess. I'm really curious about you." Jack walked over and sat at the side of her evening tomb. As tall as Jack was, the edge of her small tomb was tall enough for him to conformable sit on.
"Remember when you asked me earlier... Why it's my fault?"
"Yes... I like to know that, as well."
"I am the Shadow of Deagoth." Leslie said solemnly.
"Excuse me???" Jack was startled. Not because this was a revelation, but because it was a d.a.m.n cool sounding name. He thought it sounded much better than everyone calling him 'Holy Witch King' all the time.
"I work from the shadows of the kingdom to protect it from threats seen and unseen."
"Holy c.r.a.p... Your the part of MI6?" Jack couldn't help, but blurt out his thoughts.
"What?" Leslie was confused on what this word meant.
"CIA... SIS? Any of this make sense to you?"
"No? Should it?" She continued to be confused. Was she missing something here?
"Your part of secret intelligence!" Jack just couldn't believe this, how the h.e.l.l did he miss this!
"Yes. I know many secrets, and I collect a lot of intelligence. This is why I should of seen another a.s.sa.s.sination attempt." Leslie moved her head to look back at the ceiling.
"Another?" Jack asked to confirm is earlier suspection.
"Yes. They have been other attempts, even while you were entombed." Leslie admitted.
"Wait? How did you not know about your parents?"
"Sigh... Because I didn't want to know." Leslie confessed, as the stone in her heart weighed heavily.
[Ah... That's why she feels so guilty to her parents... She could of known and done something... Why didn't she?] Jack asked this question to himself, but thought it was better to not ask that at the moment.
"So is being a banshee your main form, or something else?" Jack asked, while placing his hand on her knee. He wanted to comfort her.
"No... This body is my real body. I cultivate the 'Tome of the Banshee's Wail.' It allows me to pull my soul from my body to take on the form of a Banshee. This form allows me to pa.s.s through walls, be invisible, and incorporeal. I can also unleash, once per day, a overwhelming Banshee cry that can break lesser cultivators."
[Hot d.a.m.n! Why is she so powerful?!? This sounds like hacks. I need to call a GM!] Jack couldn't help but to meme it up in his head, trying to process what he thought was a very weak lady, and find out that she was in fact a very powerful secretive banshee... Queen....!!!!!!!!
[Oh my d.a.m.n! I've made a banshee into my consort... She will soon become my queen, and be the Banshee Queen.] Jack thought, and physically face palmed.
"What's wrong? Why are you so silent, and why are you holding your face?" Leslie was nervous. She never wanted her love to know she did this. She wasn't suppose to let him know...
"Sorry. Just thought of some ironic thoughts. You know... Never mind, actually."
"What?" It was Leslie's turn to ask what he meant. She didn't like when undead started a sentence, but didn't finish it. If you started a sentence, you should finish it or don't start to say it to begin with.
"Hmmmmm... I sometimes wonder if this is all a dream, or maybe a game... Someone else's game." Jack confessed. This matter was what weighed on his heart the most.
"A dream...? A game...? Why?" Leslie was startled. This was an existential crisis! Who would believe that The Holy Witch King would have such an issue!
"Leslie... I died. I mean you know I died, but I mean I really died."
"Well... Yeah, it's why your memory is so bad." Leslie said plainly.
"Maybe that's the case, but honestly, here's something to think about."
"Okay."
"Do you know there are many worlds out there." Jack looked up vacantly.
"Yeah... There are nine realms, though I only know about ours and the Overworld."
"No... I mean literally more than that, and if even one more world than ours exists... This means there could be an infinite number of worlds, and infinite numbers of undead, or even infinite versions of Us. There could be another world right now exactly like ours, except I never woke up here. Maybe what are other worlds are just dreams... And this is my dream... Maybe none of this is real..."
Leslie sat up, "Jack... This is real... I'm real. I'm here. We are both here, right now."
"I know. It's just... I don't know. I woke up, and here I am. It's like this is unreal. I mean I accept it, but it's just I---" Jack was interrupted, as Leslie jumped on him, and pulled him into her tomb. It was a horrid fit with in her evening tomb to be honest, as he was vastly larger than her evening tomb.
Jack could feel a probing in his soul; he knew was the start of a Soul Union. Instead of rejecting it, he allowed Leslie's soul to enter into his own soul s.p.a.ce.
It was needless to say what ensued, but what could be said was that Leslie was trying her best to soothe Jack though their Soul Union.
Further explanation would have to wait.
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