Pestilence: Rise Of The Pure Undead-Chapter 537 : Return To The Shore

Some time before Loimos made his return, One was leading Maliah around while accompanied by the rest of Alizée, making for rather noticeable congress as The Death Dealer just let herself be led around up onto a flying vehicle which was clearly inspired from that once used to travel above Dschungelland's dense jungles, and it still was as under the vision of a certain undead, this region had become even more densely packed.

But that was besides the point as of now, as this flying platform was taking them to somewhere not at all over-populated with trees and other greenery.

Maliah did not really know where they were supposed to be going, as the vampiress wouldn't say, but the assassin figured that the raving lunatic with a thing for putrefied flesh would indeed have a clue about how to have fun, it was always the insane that came up with the greatest ideas, this was no secret.

But instead of arriving in a place where a bunch of living prisoners were lined to check just how many head one strike could make roll, they got to a place where Maliah had no need to use her abilities to see something as the area was illuminated by a sun, dead obviously, but still made to cast actual light, she heard that there were attempts to accommodate for light to become an aspect of death, and clearly, it wasn't totally impossible.

The light it casted was bright, yet definitely weak, certainly not capable of instantly reducing any vampire to ashes, they landed upon a small island, this one designed appear like a little piece of tropical paradise, although bleak shades and dark was most prominent, the undead did not shy away from more colourful designs.

Perhaps due to the many former livings that had been brought into undeath during the conquest of Viridis, who whilst loyal, did retain different views on certain things nonetheless, perhaps this was why certain leisure activities most if not all natural undead would never consider were an integral part of the empire now, such as this island, featuring a beach of soft sands approved by the greatest sand expert around.

Maliah had rarely ever gone to such places, mostly just passing by to stab some wealthy person to death as they slept, so as One handed her some mysterious article of clothing, telling her to put it on, The Death Dealer was a bit confused, but reasonably curious as well.

"How did you manage to have something made with my technique and to my actual proportions?" she wondered, the materials required literally grew on her body, not to mention she was always garbed in the same obstructing garments.

"I asked Loimy to make it! He said that this design would suit you best"

"I always forget that he isn't actually oblivious to all of this…" the cadaveric champion was certainly more knowledgeable on certain things than met the eye, like, if he wanted, he would be perfectly capable of constructing an entire personality with entirely believable emotions and feelings to boot, one needed to know about all that to do so.

But amongst undeads, there really was no reason to pretend.

"Feels a little weird thinking that he knows my exact measurements, or rather, my entire body in its smallest of details" mentioned Maliah, causing One to just start staring upward.

"Weird? That's a pretty nice thought though…" trembling like suddenly overtaken with a gripping cold, the vampire pushed the assassin into one the small stalls erected around before going into one herself.

The three other members of Alizée were already coming out.

"It has been a while since we last did an outing like this" commented Saliana, carrying her sword even when unnecessary as per usual.

"Do you really have to tuck it in between your juggle-jaggles like that? That's exactly why everyone thinks you're a freak" Imyre remarked, actually finding it rather prodigious as it was held perfectly in place as though this was its designated spot.

"I love my sword, and things I love get to go in between"

"You guys think we can catch some fish?" speaking about what she truly deemed important, Irbyw stretched her four spider legs protruding from her back.

"As long as it's just wildlife and not an actual beast working for the empire, you can catch as many of them as you want" One came out, painting a familiar, yet ancient picture of when they had found themselves into a similar place, back then, it had actually been for a mission.

Now however, it was just to kill some time and relax a bit, even if such a concept was hard to grasp as never tiring beings.

Indeed, they were back on the beach, with new and improved swimsuits, courtesy of the undead empire's need to upgrade everything they knew and had access to, which included such items as well.

Although similar, it was rather obvious that something had changed since then, death was a pretty major event after all, and even if they were still recognisable as having been turned without experiencing decomposition, the types of undeads they had become however still changed their physical appearance.

Saliana, whose love for the blade and the Tochian fighting style had always been strong despite her inability to use battle arts, had become an ochitaha, her flesh and skin taking on a distinctively dark blue hue, a rather nice contrast with the green blade of the sword she carried, a special ability associated with such undeads was their ability to spontaneously manifest armour and weapons made from bone.

Death had not minimised any of her physical attributes, in fact, just with a glance, one could tell that there was no rigidity at all.

Imyre looked mostly the same if one didn't pay much attention, but the subtle cracks upon her skin and utter dryness of both lips and eyes indicated that she had become a husk, a sort of zombie emptied of all internal organs, filled with sand instead, obviously, they were specially suited to a desert environment.

This extra affinity that she had already been bearing in life to a lesser extent led to her practising sorceries created with Ir'Houwl's red sand as a base, complimenting her already sand-based abilities nicely.

Still, despite the zombification, one could still clearly see the years of training as a warrior upon her body, especially as she was one over in between being dressed up from head to toe and wearing just two small strips of clothing.

"Mmh, I haven't touched water at all since dying, I hope I won't melt"

"Don't worry Imyre,if that happens, I'll build a nice sandcastle with what's left" grinning with her countless little pointy teeth- Irbyw had always had the looks to be an undead, pale like a doll and empty, unfeeling bug eyes.

The spiderfolk had naturally turned into a type of ghoul upon death, the kind that feasted upon flesh despite not requiring sustenance, as a result, she basically looked the exact same as she did in life.

And of course, One, the sun-walking vampire, one of the few that still remained ever since the conquest of Viridis, quite a few had turned out to be negators and had been imprisoned somewhere, vampires of this kind loyal to death were a bit rare.

Now, they could only be multiplied by weaker ones that would only breed even weaker vampires, one needed to somehow awaken the power of their blood and take the empty space left by the treacherous Sun-Walker.

But such concerns were far from One who had much different aspirations.

"Check this out, am I not looking like a most scrumptious lady?" she asked.

"How many times must we tell you this? You won't get the kind of rot you want by showing more skin or by rubbing up against Loimos like some kind of cat in heat" Imyre said.

"Heh, I'll be rubbing up all I want! Like the normal, sane woman that I am- What sort of freak would I be if I didn't crave the frigid embrace of all that rot, blistering with pungent blood… Oh, I need to calm down, this talk is getting me all worked up"

And just as One was about to go off on another tangent no one wanted to hear, Maliah finally showed up, the only living on this all-girls trip, the murderous, sadistic assassin, slaughterer of thousands if not more, who grants no mercy to anyone, be it the men, women or children, or even just an innocent forest animal that had nothing to do with anything.

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The one they called 'The Death Dealer', was wearing a cute one-piece swimsuit, and she was loving it.