Pestilence: Rise Of The Pure Undead

"Am I the only one left? Hello?

Might the gods help me, I am the only member of the council that wasn't partaking in slave buying?" Yriel spoke aloud to the few assistant mages present, even the assistants had seen a rather large decrease in their numbers, but that was mostly because they had the unfortunate habit of remaining close to their boss, making them targets of opportunity for the mad woman.

A few of the casters that had been slaughtered in the underground meeting room had been part of the city council, but only a handful, Yriel hadn't been aware that slaves were so commonly shipped into Weafewand, it was honestly disconcerting how little he knew of the trades taking place in the shadows.

Now, he was the only figure of authority left in the city, all of the others most certainly dead already, although it was hard to say because corpses had been vanishing, the bodies of those that had been killed in broad daylight had ended up disappearing not long after, meaning that those that had just disappeared might as well have received the same treatment, simply before anyone could confirm their death.

With The Death Dealer running around and slaughtering as she pleased, many were fearful and wanted something done about her, but of course, only Yriel knew who they were dealing with, and thus, only he knew that there was nothing to be done.

'And frankly, this is not that bad of a thing…' he found himself rather pleased, the assassin was taking out the trash basically, people Yriel certainly wouldn't want to associate with himself or the city, The Death Dealer slayed them without revealing their crimes, so no one was none the wiser about the whole thing, except for the noble that hired her of course, he would just need to connect the dot.

But the mage trusted that this unnamed noble would keep his mouth shut, they wouldn't want it to let it be known that they had acquired the services of the most infamous assassin this continent had to offer, to fulfil an order of the king no less, even if efficient, there were limits that shouldn't be crossed.

So all in all, as a man innocent of the crime of owning a slave, and as a councilperson of the city, he was actually pleased with the development, even if she was certainly killing innocents as she went, what worried him was the matter with the bodies.

The underground meeting room had been thoroughly cleaned of everything possible, the body of a young mage murdered inside of the central library mysteriously disappeared when no one was looking, and now, just as this very instant, an assistant entered the room and whispered something in his ear.

"What happened to the graveyards?"

"It might be best if you saw it if your own eyes sir"

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"This is actually ridiculous! Is it a necromancer? Is one of those corpse fuckers in this city?!" Yriel looked into an empty grave, even the coffins and gravestones were gone, the entirety of the non-guarded portion of the burying grounds had been desecrated, the rest of the dead violated.

"Were they any attempt to intrude upon the guarded graves?" Yriel asked as he kept on moving from one hole to the other, each of them dug in the same way and with disconcerting precision, what sort of freak of nature could be so competent at digging up corpses?

'Even the dirt that was removed somehow isn't anywhere around…' he scratched the back of his head.

"Nothing of the sort sir, we did a check up on the outskirt of the fences but nothing there either" the guarded part of the graveyard was looked over for two simple reasons, the people buried there were powerful mages, so powerful that it was judged that even a novice necromancer would be capable of raising them and access an undead with magical capabilities remaining.

And also because it was always a worry whether a mage that had passed would eventually turn into a lich, but for those, they were within an underground mausoleum in the center of the guarded area.

"I want all focus to be put on our corpse snatcher, the corpse maker is out of our hands, understood?" there wasn't much Yriel could do right now, he could only give the order and have mages attempt rituals to catch a trail of what he assumed was an aspiring necromancer, or in the best of cases, someone with just a very bizarre passtime.

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The duo, who together worked to speed up the cycle of life and death, both ended up finding themselves at dead ends in each of their respective ventures, The Death Dealer knew of one other target residing within Weafewand, knew that this very target hadn't left the area, but was unable to pinpoint their location.

Most certainly hiding using an elaborate array of sorts, probably aiming to remain in seclusion for quite a while, and hopefully emerged when the assassin had decided to move on, but that wasn't like her, she never left any job unfinished.

As for Loimos, as the weeks went by, he kept on repeating the same actions until he ran out of books to read, he had moved on to decaying even the corpses of people, even going as far as starting to steal random items simply to get better with his rot.

But he wasn't seeing enough improvements to be able to put his plan into motion, even if he managed to break into the floating crypt, he would have to come out with his newly acquired ally, that a clear problem, he may not encounter an undead that was particularly powerful, he might even encounter one that lived in death and have to engage in combat instead.

At the moment however, the two that dealt with the dead in some capacity were standing opposite to one another, a woman and a corpse, having crossed paths doing what they both did best, trying to commit an act of animal cruelty.

Widely known as absolutely massacring the creature until it reassembled lasagna.