Hail to the King, Baby!

Lord Brighton stared at the creature before him, their eyes locked to the others. It’s steely blue eyes burrowed into Lord Brighton’s soul, but he did not allow that to shake him. Lord Brighton had slayed many necromancers and their vile creations, but this...this was on a whole other level. Necromancers always had the same magical taint to them, they reeked like a dead body. However this creature before him did not reek of a dead body, but actually felt like ****’s cold embrace. And the female next to him felt exactly the same. There was no doubt in his mind, two beings of **** stood before him.

“So, you do exist...” was all Lord Brighton could say. His mind raced as he recalled the Order’s texts on gods of ****. There was a god of **** for every religion that existed, but Lord Brighton had always wondered if it was merely the same being or multiple beings working in concert. Now, with two of them standing before him, his doubts were gone. The gods of **** were real and there were multiples of them. They were aberrations, however, creatures that took the lives of those loyal to The Lady and her divine purpose.

“You wretched creatures are an affront to The Lady! As such, as the Warden-Lord of The Order of the Golden Rose, I shall smite you in her name and assure that her loyal soldiers can live to wipe out all the heretics!” declared Lord Brighton as he pointed his rapier right at the creature before him.

“An affront to The Lady, you say?” the Lich Kingified John replied. “Who do you think empowered John Newman and put him in your path? Who do you think gave him a skillset that was so very unique that it would be able to counter anything and everything you and your zealots could do?” he continued, his voice as raspy as the Lich King in WoW. “And when John Newman failed, Lady **** decided to put her plan into motion, since Gaia’s so clearly failed,” informed John to Lord Brighton.

Lord Brighton stood in shock at what this creature was saying to him. Had his Lady turned against him? Was John Newman sent to dispose of him because he had somehow angered The Lady? No, that’s impossible! The Lady speaks to me and tells me what I do is for the good of the Abyss! I will not allow the lies of this god of **** to trick me! With his resolve stil firm, Lord Brighton brushed aside the words of this creature and planned to slay all who stood against him.

“Your lies will not shake my faith in The Lady, vile creature! You will die, just like all who have stood against me!” he yelled at the creature. A wicked smile made its way across the monster’s face. “You smile at the thought of ****? You truly are a being of ****, aren’t you?” he said in a mocking tone.

“No, I’m smiling because my magic has finished. Look upon the **** of your forces, as your own men are killed by their fallen comrades!” John said in a rather gleeful tone, his smile now a wicked laugh as he watched the shambling zombies attack their former comrades.

“AAAAAAARGH!”

“AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!”

“N-NO! STOP KYLE!”

Lord Brighton turned around and watched in horror as his fallen soldiers had risen from the dead and now attacked their former friends and warriors-in-arms. The zombies could still use their weapons to varying degrees, as he watched his soldiers get slain by swords or axes to the neck or some lucky arrows that would hit a neck or eye. Not once had he ever seen a necromancer resurrect so many dead at once. But then again, he was not dealing with a simple necromancer, no, he was facing a very god of ****. The amount of undead that now roamed the field of battle proved that.

“Reform ranks around me! We shall slay these undead and then deal with these false gods who spit in the name of our Lady!” ordered Lord Brighton as he rushed towards his men and away from John and Mica. What Order soldiers that were not slain in the initial attack of the undead quickly rallied around Lord Brighton as well as Moira, who came to stand by her father’s side.

“Father, are...are those two really gods of ****?” asked Moira, fear clear in tone as she placed her back against her father’s.

“Do not worry, my child. These false gods are no match for those who wield the blessing of The Lady,” consoled Lord Brighton. He needed Moira at her fighting prime if they were to stand a chance against those two gods of **** and all these undead.

“Idena,” John said as he turned to face his faithful harpy companion, “Get the rest of the troops out of here. I’ll deal with them,” he said before he turned to head towards the reorganized Order forces. They were busy fending off their reanimated comrades. John walked briskly towards them, his dark cape flapped behind him as Lord Brighton turned to face him.

“Moira, with me. We shall dispose of that walking insult to our Lady! The rest of you hold off this undead horde!” ordered Lord Brighton as he and Moira stepped out from the group of soldiers and rushed towards John.

“Mica, I will deal with them,” he told his godly companion.

“Very well. It should be near impossible for you to lose anyways with the amount of power mother has given you,” she said as she turned and walked towards the remains of John’s soldiers. “I’ll explain to your friends what has transpired,” she said as she gave John a quick wave.

“Yes! Come! Frostmourne will consume your souls!” yelled John as he met the two in battle. His blade met Lord Brighton’s while Moira attempted to hit him with her hammer. Instead, John caught her hammer in his free hand and swung Moira into her father. The two let out yelps of pain as they tumbled away from the empowered John.

“Ugh. Why are these two creatures here?! Why have they decided to attack us?!” an angered Lord Brighton said to no one in particular. His fist hit the ground before he went over to grab his weapon.

“Father!” Moira called out as she realized something. “That man..it’s John Newman!” she exclaimed.

“What?! How?! Why do you think that?!” he replied to his daughter’s hypothesis.

“The woman...she said “your friends” and walked towards John’s companions. Which means, if what he says to be true, some “Lady ****” gave him immense power to kill you,” she explained to her father. She went over and grabbed her hammer and shield and readied herself to **** John once again with her father.

“Yes, that makes sense. Good deduction, Moira. Perhaps you are more ready to be the Warden then I previously thought,” said the older gentleman as he got up and grabbed his weapon. “Now, my dear daughter, let us deal with the heretic together!” he said as he once again charged his enemy. Moira charged right alongside her father as John prepared to repel their next attack.