Scythe

"I am master Largenergualson, just to be clear. If you wish to learn under me you will have to join the Mausoleum of Bloodthrone. It may no the finest of the locked tombs' houses but we have an unblemished honour. Having a rising Horseman in our ranks will immediately make us relevant again and act as th payment which I'm sure you cannot afford. Before you open your mouth and say something stupid, let me remind you of where you are. You have entered the Tarnished Sept, High Blood Keep, my home, my fort as a lord of death. You will submit or die." The mausoleum is rattling with death the hundreds of souls, whooping with death shrieks. Pluto doesn't mind as long as he doesn't have to swear an oath like those practised by the churches that bind a person's soul. He will pretty much do anything they ask him. He is dusker, he is to wish to have his enemies' heads lines the hall of his own blood crypt.

"What are you doing!? We don't do that here." Pluto has never participated in the inner workings of the high Undead Rituals. When he was paladin, they wrote no specific information about high undead as to prevent anyone from getting ideas. Rituals are contracts. He understood the need for such policies as some low-ranking members. Often summon demons so that they have work to do and are relevant to society. Pluto chuckles as he works out that eighty percent of missions were because of corrupt church officials. 'I will do them a favour by getting rid of the church for them." That slither of humanity that he still has crushed by his new logic.

The master pulls Pluto up from kneeling. "We don't kneel, we don't surrender, we never rest!" The master reads out the common phrase amongst the undead. It is known as the song of undeath. The much longer version is actually a step-by-step process of an undead regaining life. Something that many undead, with regret, seek to do. Not Pluto, he is unlife and proud. He will ruin this world or die trying. All the gods will rule the day. They Let him be summonsed here.

"I accept the invitation. I will join your crypt." It was probably going to happen sooner rather than later. Still, it feels odd going against something he has believed most of his life, becoming the very thing he swore at one point he will destroy. On top of that, he feels no qualms about it. Spirits fly about, draping him in blood iron cloth.

A casket about the size of a fist, with what can only be ectoplasm, scenting of stagnant death. He looks like the Death Maiden herself. They worship her in this keep. Sacrificing all lives the reap to her glory and in return, she grants them power. The wails of the souls confined in this kept resonating deeply with blood iron. The cloth joined itself to his armour. Tinges of red around his there headed dog symbol. IT looks like a river of blood now beneath it.

This disturbs the master the river should be above and all around the symbol. The death shrills of the family members woken up by the arrival of a new member. What makes Pluto special is that the Master is literally the Master of this keep. His direct adoption of Pluto to his keep makes Pluto his heir over others. Who have long since been waiting for their chance.

Only one of them is as powerful and gifted as Pluto. The female Draugr is older though, she wields a long sword, her lavender muscular body radiating with power. The excitement causes the mausoleum to be raised. On the walls outside, a three-head dog blood sigil is added. Under the purple hand holding a bleeding scythe.

It has long been theorised that undead mimics a lot of aspects of living. And now that he is experiencing it firsthand. Pluto can't help but be disgusted. They shouldn't try so hard to mimic the living. They are a sorry hateful bunch. Wicked beings who deserve nothing but the death that is coming to them.

She moves closer to him, unimpressed by this recent addition. "I am Reeva and one day I will be the first scythe of this keep." She threatens and promises the vow like a death met with bones clapping from of the lesser members' promises the keep. She stands breasts to his eyes as she is taller than Pluto. From what Pluto can tell she must be a valiant spirit.

Which is why she keeps most of her earthly looks. Many undead share close similarity, the only reason blighted are so fixated in the minds of the living is because it costs nearly nothing to summon them. True undead, like his new sister here, cannot be exorcised through conventional means.

Pluto is undaunted by the challenge, in fact, he likes it. If he doesn't have competition, how can prove he is the best? "I'm Pluto, future ruin of the world." The blood on walls curls at the audacity of this even Reeva steps back. To claim to be the next coming of Atla is a blood calm indeed. She won't lose to him, but it would only be a weakness on her part if she claims to be a Sunderer too.

The shock soon turns to blood-letting and sacrificial cheering. This is great for this keep. All in it have a hope that they can rise to legendary ranks. Most had given up, as this generation has three Unholy Tomb family's members who will enter the academy alongside Pluto and Reeva. One of those three are already fated to be the next Sunderer, the prophecy says, 'By the night star, Shadow light of Fulgor the world shall enter ruin anew.' It couldn't be any clearer.

The master holds both his children, showing them to his family members. There are only a few months left before the opening of the academy at that time. The master will oversee their training before returning to his death slumber.

The festivities go well into the day, as hundreds of others come to visit the new heir of the keep blood throne. The once-mighty rulers of the Moribund. in fact, the founder of this keep is the very same that founded the city. Many others have come to warn and ridicule. Though no one over steps. The Death Lord is one who cannot be easily overcome. Ever since he arrived here, Pluto has become more of himself. The Bloodthrone is ancient and has many unknown functions.

Pluto Reeva and the Master spend the next three months teaching Pluto the basics. The Severing scythe style is the most ruthless and deadly style. His focus has been on not killing himself with it. This has sent Valania into a spiral of boredom she even captured all one thousand souls she needs from the Keep. The master let it happen as she is Pluto's minion.

Other minor undead like Corr from the Van Stroker vampire family is extremely jealous of Pluto for having two of the most beautiful undead princess he has ever seen. Constantly at his side. If there is one thing about Reeva, is the embodiment of restlessness. This undying has kept Pluto's training a twenty-eight-hour affair all day every day.

"You will not embarrass me, the harrows are coming tomorrow, brother. I will tell father if you slack off." Pluto has never slacked off but for Reeva, who follows the codes exactly. this has been a day she has been working towards since she died. She calls them in family terms because by entering the keep as he did, he became her family. In the whole Keep of over seven thousand members, only nine are family, including Pluto.

"Fine, but once we pass, will you introduce me?!" Of all the wonders he has experienced her founding, that his new father has one more famous child, and that child is a Spiritsage. The eldest son of the Blood throne is an unfilial son. Who spends all of his time in the undead swing halls where they listen to gospel and take all kinds of life simulating opioids? A waste of talent, but according to his sister, the perfect person to give him a new general. Since he can create any spirit. The only reason Pluto would trust such a source is that his brother funds his habit through this so if he gives Pluto a bad spirit, it will ruin his reputation. The only thing worse than dealing in bad spirits is dealing in fake life potions.

"Okay now remember, tomorrow the Harrows and the Hawks will come here. If you can beat one of them, everything should be fine." Due to Pluto's adoption, certain previous agreements have to be altered. One of them is to be sorted by a trial by combat. As the second oldest son. It is now Pluto's duty to ward off challengers. To his sister's hand, the Hawks in particular who are a new keep have been trying to get the two keeps to be closer. A bond of marriage would do the trick. However, Harrow has a promise to her hand. The master has bet a small fortune to break both this with his children together. The future is much too bright to be shackled to such meddling tombs.

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