Pestilence: Rise Of The Pure Undead

Nausea, loss of equilibrium, a whirling, a spiral that knows no ends and never will, all that was physical, all that spiritual quaked within, the soul pulled back and crumpled upon itself, the mind wish to escape in thousands of different directions, the spirit falling low, into a pool of arctic water.

There was no heart, no lungs, no guts, and yet, they ceased beating, contracted painfully and twisted themselves into complex knots, even if all was dust, knees buckled, a filthy sensation like sludge dripping and flowing over the bones, all over his body, and yet-

As the headhunter in white experienced a most primal terror, dread without reason, fear without cause, he did not understand any of it, this creeping horror made no sense, there was no attempt to intimidate or suppress him from the opposition, Loimos did not release his presence, no aura was allowed to leak out, nor did he direct bloodlust or killing intent, there was no intent whatsoever.

The general had simply appeared, spoken… That was all that was required to make Grigri experience a paralysing fright, like a pitiful mouse taken in the jaw of a monstrous feline.

There he stood, garbed in black from head to toe, slight reflections appearing upon the gloves and boots of dead leather, the lustre of his black iron helm, and what led beyond the bars of his visor, totally unarmed, back perfectly straight, a posture that did not inspire any threat, but the treacherous undead did not dare move just yet, every centimeter, all of his body was tense, instinctively taking onto an unfamiliar poise.

"It would appear that the sight of me is rather distressing, as I had hoped, my presence is stirring your memories" spoke the champion.

"What?-"

"What do you mean by that?! Was this the point of this masquerade?" Grigri shouted back, his sight upon Loimos never failing, and yet, even as his watch was constant, without the slightest of interruptions, the general now stood right next to him.

'...I did not sense anything… Did he just step forward? Was this a technique that leaves no residues?' unless Loimos was just too skilled and could hide all arts and energy usage, Grigri was certain that the putrid undead had done nothing more but move there like anyone else could have, but with speed that even an undead body could not follow.

"By masquerade, you probably refer to the fact that you were left to your devices, aiding the livings without retributions, as you just realised, your treachery was not well concealed, it might have worked under other circumstances, but Ourlst was already aware of your living mind awakening once more" walking right in front of the headless, Loimos seem to loom over Grigri from much higher than in reality.

"Allowing you to go around and become one who lives in death was my idea, Ourlst simply saw a good opportunity to further his own plans, one might say that you were doubly played"

"However, now that you are no longer of us to my lieutenant's duty, I will help you get the rest of your memories" taking a few steps back whilst Grigri did eyed the beast laying a distance away to the right, the wall behind his back, Loimos right in from of him.

"Darkless one, do not consider it, listen to the general, compared to you, he is a god!"

Without him noticing, an undead appeared right to his left.

He did not recognise this one, Grigri had never seen him, or heard of any with this appearance, dressed in a pale white uniform, only diverging with the boots and belts that were a deep black.

This one had the head of some sort of horned beast, perfectly skeletal without even a hint of rot.

'I won't get past him easily…' and with Loimos standing right there, the slightest inconvenience meant that his hope of slipping away would be impossible to accomplish.

With a simple sign from the general, this mysterious undead stepped back.

"The one who killed you, was me, ran you through the side"

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'Why? Why I died?' the headless inspected his surroundings once more, feeling his right hand shaking, wishing to take hold of something.

At the same time, he could feel something building up within, not fear, something other than the terror that followed Loimos like a cloud of smog.

'Why… Why did I die? Why was I made into a headhunter? Why do I feel a connection with this Pitit? Why am I so unafraid to help the livings?'

He did not remember his name, he did not know his past, but neither mattered, all that mattered was to act accordingly.

Loimos could see that the process was happening by itself, the headhunter had not needed much more of a push to start remembering, and just as Loimos had hoped, alongside those memories, something else took on some new colours.

Getting this thing was what had first made Loimos create the headhunters, the process had been replicated afterwards for it showed promise, but the one in white had not turned out as intended, the lack of a living mind, the fact that the identity was not preserved had also led to this little spark to not regain its function as well.

Grigri was the only one to hold this possibility, and Loimos had taken it upon himself to make it work out.

"My Lord?" the horned undead asked, not knowing the result.

"All is well, there was no need to come out, but thank you for the assistance, stand by, Carnifex"

"Yes, My Lord"

The hound also stood and moved away with fast strides, leaving the headless and Loimos by themselves.

"What could you possibly gain by bringing my memories back, Loimos? Were you not satisfied from killing me once? Frustrated that you only got me?" grasping something tied to his waist, something that the headhunter had been blind to, never realising its presence- Its existence until now.

Loimos was no longer required to speak, so he did not.

Instead, just like before, he moved without giving any precursory signs, no energies wavered, nothing was expanded, his body did not even move at all.

He was over there one moment, and in the next, he stood with his palm firmly pressing up against the headhunter's chest, a blue shine manifested around the one who lived in death, only to dissipate immediately after.

Collapsing like a puppet whose strings had been cut, Grigri was simply powerless before the champion.

Motioning to seemingly no one, he gave a set of orders :

"Have him be restrained at the Erado until we figure out how this functions, and when that is done, send him to the mind peelers"