Chapter 68 [Bonus ] 68: Ghoul Lord

A swirl of black mist began forming a small tornado in the centre of the graveyard, and all the Ghasts and their corpses began to melt into the nether mist. The situation slowly changed; an eerie and horrific feeling washed over the humans and ghouls.

'What's happening?'

Alex's face became serious, his arms still stroking the soft white hair of Maria as she pushed more meat into his mouth, sometimes piercing her fingers on his teeth on purpose, the sight of her blood and flesh entering his mouth causing her body to tremble, her womb tightening as she felt a strange sense of light climax.

A few minutes later, everything changed dramatically again when the ground beneath everyone suddenly started shaking violently, sending many stumbling back onto their rear ends or tumbling down upon one another. The earth seemed to shake underfoot, making even those standing firm stumble about helplessly until finally, after what must have only lasted seconds, the trembling stopped completely.

Alex looked up at the sky with concern for a moment before he realised it was not just him who had noticed this phenomenon: there were now hundreds, if not thousands looking upwards too. He turned towards where they came from--the same direction which led them here in the first place--and saw nothing but darkness; the village was gone, the sky above only darkness.

A chill ran through his spine as he thought of something else entirely. 'Where are we? Where is everybody?'

Maria could feel herself becoming dizzy again, so she pulled Alex closer against her chest, holding him tightly while trying to keep her balance. She knew that whatever happened next would be bad news.

'Strange smell... Alex is better... stinky...' Maria thought, as a strange, dreadful voice, or rather chanting, sounded from beyond the black mist; some humans began to climb from the ground, no longer alive, but mere corpses, even the living humans near Claire began to grow crazy, clawing at their faces, tearing their flesh, before attacking the people around them.

The air around them grew colder than ever before. It wasn't cold enough to freeze anything solid yet, but already frost formed along the edges of every leaf and blade of grass within arm's reach. Even though no wind blew, ice crystals hung suspended in mid-air like icicles hanging off the eaves of some frozen castle.

A sudden gust of frigid breeze made Maria shiver uncontrollably despite the warmth emanating from Alex beside her. Her eyes widened slightly when she heard a distant rumour of thunder rumbling across the plains far away to their south followed.

'There's something wrong; that strange voice is controlling the humans! It's creating zombies and trying to wrestle the control of my vesta way from me!'

Alex's body shook, a sense of pride that bubbled deep in his chest, the feeling of his quality and calibre being tested as he pushed Maria gently to the side, taking off his black jacket, placing the warm, padded suit jacket around her shoulders, gently giving her forehead a kiss as her body no longer felt the cold, instead to occupied by the scent of the jacket around her shoulders as she began to sniff it intently.

"Don't fuck with me, you fucking corpse!" Alexander's angry roar sounded in the sky, his fierce red eyes glowing so bright it penetrated the black mist; seeing deep inside a strange corpse-like creature sitting on a frozen throne, activating his eagle eye, a sense of frustration and fury began to surge inside his body as he pushed his left hand forward.

The angry roar caused all the vestas that were only linked to him lightly to snap out of their confusion, the former comforting and alluring voice now sounding like nails on a chalkboard.

Laura tilted her head, unaware of why he was so angry, but the two women beside him were trembling with rage.

Both the red and blue-haired vesta grasped their weapons, angry, filled with indecent rage at this bastard's words, the foul and pathetic attempt to steal their passion and loyalty towards Alex, who gave them another shot at life soon after the other women who felt the same, the memories of their days being violated, trounced and treated like garbage flashing through their minds.

"I won't spare this man."

"Let's tear him apart!"

A sudden outburst of power, the heavy aura of anguish and self-disgust burst from the body of a blonde vesta; Samantha dashed forward towards the black mist in an aggressive manner, her spear lined up like a weapon as she began to increase her pace, dashing faster and faster towards the mist, her eyes locked onto the frail old man sitting on the throne.

Alexander's eyes glowed with a blue light as his body began to swirl with bloody magic; the small cyclone was nothing compared to the black mist. Still, the thick spikes and spears that began to form as his fangs and teeth grit together furrowed brows as the anger and rage inside him boiled to the limit, the ghoul inside him, the lord inside him would never accept another to trounce on his domain, to try and usurp his women!

His blood storm so intense the human that just became corpses were torn apart by the extreme sensation and force, ripping them apart forcibly using their bodies and blood as fuel for his mass of spear, the dark red swirl becoming like a mass of webs and swirls around his body, the drops of black blood raining down around his body, causing Alex to look dreadful like a reaper of death.

Zombie Lord (Stage 5) - (Sacrificial Avatar - Stage 2)

A vile creature born from the death and consumption of countless living, the leader of all corpses, master of death. These monsters are very rare creatures, and normally only one will exist in an area as they are very territorial, mostly despising any that share a similar territory to them, as it detected something that ruled over death like himself the moment the barrier broke, the Zombie Lord wished to crush the Stage 1 fly.

- Level 27

- Occupation: Zombie Lord

- Title: Corruptor, Bewitching Death,

- Strength: 17

- Agility: 6

- Endurance: 12

- Stamina: 32

- Willpower: 18

Skills: ???, ????, ???

Spells: ???

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'What zombie lord, dare to touch what you should not covet' Alexanders' hair began to sway wildly as the mass of blood spears and spikes spun around his body with a light whirling sound; Alexander took a step forward, lowering his centre of mass, before copying Samantha as he dashed forward, the spears chasing him like a kitten following yarn.

Samantha's body was filled with goosebumps as she began to approach close to the mist; her eyes were filled with blood tears, forced to exert herself this far to resist that things called her self-hatred, the pain in her heart; she didn't meet Alex in the best way, neither did she become his vesta like the other's deep down always feeling her standing was weak, as an erratic feeling filled her body, she tensed her muscles, the novice spear in her hand creaking from her grip strength as she thrust her shoulder forward with all her power.

As soon as the spear left her hand, it boomed through the air, quickly tearing through the air, ignoring any resistance and pressure as the iron tip ripped the black mist apart, a bright glow forming as her red eyes seemed to shine as her scream followed the lance; "Dare to try test my loyalty! My heart and soul, everything belongs to Alexander Faust alone!"

The loud shout reached Alex's ears, his rage simmering as the bolts of blood shot out like huge missiles, howling through the air as they tore apart the flimsy black mist like it was mere smoke before the whistling of sharp blades began to tear through the zombie lord's avatar, it's screams of pain began to echo like a banshee's wail.

With her outburst of power, Samantha's body followed through with her spear being thrown, leaving the ground as she flew threw the air, almost falling onto the ground face first; her body now empty of all power, she poured everything she had into that throw, the despair that she was almost lead astray, the fact the voice even tempted her for a moment, her heart was in tatters, her mind almost broken as she fell towards the ground, the blood tears floating in the sky like raindrops.

"I am..... use...."

Thud!

Her body slammed into a firm object, sinking slightly before a warmth began to envelop her entire body, two powerful arms that were dripping with blood wrapped around her body, causing her to feel secure; the vesta blood in her knew who this was and felt delighted, while the self-hatred began to shrink before a husky voice sounded in her ears. "You are never useless... I need you... I need ALL of you."

Alex's voice resounded, reaching all of the vestas; those that were fully transformed smiled, already knowing the truth and able to ignore the voice with a snort, but the girls who were not fully transformed and only drank his fluids, it was like the glass house surrounding them was smashed, as a warm and accepting embrace enveloped them, the frigid and bewitching voice vanishing from their minds as they all began to snarl, baring their teeth feeling the anger, frustration and gratitude that Alex was feeling right now, the vesta grasped their weapons, looking at the hundreds of zombies that were formed due to this bastard.

"That's why..." Alex's voice was elegant, deep and commanding.

"My Vesta, I order you to kill everything that moves!"

The moment the words left his lips, through his ghoul tactics and new class, a red glow burst from his eye; as most of the vesta seemed to become enraged, they left formation together and began to charge into the fields as the zombie lords wounded avatar began to fade, four wounded zombies Ghasts falling missing parts of their bodies after their summoning.

Alexander would never let them go free, his smile wide and distorted as he spoke with that regal and reverberating voice, "those who perform best will be rewarded!"

Maria, Laura, Mildred and the red and blue ghouls suddenly stopped trying to organise the ghouls and joined the fray.

Samantha struggled with his hands; she too wanted to prove herself, her body helpless to overpower Alex as she looked towards him with a pleading face. However, he looked down towards her with a gentle smile before he lowered his face to hers.

"No matter what happens, you're mine forever." He whispered, placing his lips against hers. Nothing like the lustful and rushed kiss before she was turned as the wails of the dead sounded; he kissed Samatha gently while her heart began to race.

"Alex!" She screamed, her eyes widening.

He ignored her and kept kissing her, his tongue sliding past her lips, tasting her mouth.

"I need you... you know that?"

Samatha nodded, unable to speak.

"And you know I'll protect you, right?"

She nodded again, her mind in chaos; before he left, there were no deep emotions, only a cold and cruel leader, but she could feel his intense possessive desire, his affection and passion, towards her... towards even the girls he'd met only briefly, her body relaxing as her arms drooped down, brushing against the grass as she enjoyed his gentle and encompassing kiss.

"Good."

His voice rang in her ears, and the last thing she remembered before passing out was his lips upon her cheek, a warm sensation washing over her, her mind slowly drifting away as her consciousness was lost to sleep.

"Now rest, my cute little vesta...."

'Pitiful Zombie lord, you have touched what shouldn't be touched, now you have earned the hatred and fury of the Ghoul Lord... Just wait, stage 5? I will crush you when I reach stage 4!'

Alex held Samantha in a princess carry as he watched the chaos unfold before turning his head to the right.

He saw a group of women, an eastern-looking man who seemed to be following Claire, and a small group of what appeared to be his vesta.

"Claire... you worked hard... I was kidding back then... But... What a good girl..."

Stepping forward with his cute vesta in his arms, the lord of ghouls entered the battle, his body covered in a bloody swirl, constantly forming spears of blood that would impale and protect his cute and lovely vesta.

'Sarah... Amy... I am coming to get you soon. No matter what it takes, you will both become mine for eternity.'

The grim red glow of his eyes was now like an eerie light, guiding the path of all his vesta in the dark, empty road of the abyss.