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Pestilence: Rise Of The Pure Undead

Moulded from rot and souls, Loimos is born as an undead, as a skeleton. An undead linked to the weakest category of its kind, yet, he has something no other of the dead have. He is pure. Follow the journey of Loimos as he fulfils his duty and hunts down the living with extreme prejudice and faces off with the hypocrisy of those who live in death. In a world thriving with life, magic and heroes, he stands as the solution and its end.

Ready_ · Fantasy
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615 Chs

Properties Of Lord Blood

"This here is my little fort, where I was originally planning of settling down upon our victory against the living, growing blood fruits for all my fellow vampires to enjoy and feast upon, since blood would eventually become a rare resource when all life was eradicated, or so some believed, as such, I went ahead and came up with this way of growing blood endlessly, quite handy, plant these everywhere and you're laughing" Dracula and Loimos stood on the highest balcony of this unnamed castle, the gravelord seemingly content with acting as a tour guide.

Pointing at specific corpses turned trees, telling the skeleton about the particular history of the more interesting ones.

"You know, making something into a vampire can prove a fair bit difficult for the majority of us, even gravelords, the stronger the being, the harder it is if they are not willing, and they rarely are in spite of the many advantages, all afraid of a little bit of biting and scratching…"