The Covenant Grows

(A/N: The last chapter of the week for this novel will be tomorrow. I plan to start writing my first novel soon, I'll probably release it on amazon but it will take a few months.

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"The Lich King is awake." Sylvanas visibly shivers at his words.

I look at her and see the rage resting just behind her eye "The anger of the one who killed you can be unbearable." She looks at me with narrow eyes as I speak "But in my experience outgrowing them in undeath and killing them is a good remedy."

I gesture to the door "Bring your most trusted here, they can join my covenant as well. You'll need more than just yourself to kill him at the moment. I felt his power, it would be an intense fight for even me."

Her brows raise "Is he stronger?"

I chuckle a bit "Of course not. I'm just as strong now as I was in my old world. I have only met one of your Gods but her power was around mine despite being the head of a pantheon."

Lor'Themar looks surprised "You've been at Silvermoon this whole time, who did you meet?"

"The Arbiter is what she called herself. She is the judge of your death, the one who receives the souls from death and distributes them." I say while trying to explain it simply.

The angry Sylvanas looks even angrier. "Is she the one who gave me my punishment."

I shake my head "No, I feel the power of someone else pulling you to death."

Seeing them both look questioningly I wave them off "Enough, go get a few you trust to give me their pledge."

With a nod, Sylvanas walks out the door and Lor'themar looks like he doesn't know what to do with himself.

"So what happened here?" He asks with his usual bland expression back.

I shrug "I showed her what will happen to her if she dies. Then I gave her power in return for her leading the undead to the best of her ability."

He looks confused "Why don't you just lead the undead, you seem to actually care."

"No, I have only ruled from above, I am not fit to lead a kingdom… An army maybe… but not a people." I say leaning against the pillar at the outside of the room near a brazier.

"Since you can control more than just undeath, will your followers also gain those powers." He asks sitting on the steps in front of me.

"Again, no, they will become connected to my domains, death, and miasma. That is all. However, I can teach basically anyone how to harness the energy of different types." I say holding up a hand containing darkness and a hand containing light.

"Although, I must admit the darkness of your world is particularly disgusting. There are beings living inside it, like parasites. Disgusting." I close my hand with the darkness inside like crushing a bug.

Seeing Lor'themar's gaze on the powers in my hands I feel compelled to ask "You are awfully curious… Do you plan to join my covenant as well? I think you would make a fantastic knight. I could teach you to harness any magic or divinity you wish."

He shakes his head "My talent for magic is meager and I only follow the light since I don't have to worship it."

My grin widens "Then I could teach you pyromancy." A blackish-red flame appears in my hand replacing the light.

He looks a bit confused "Isn't that just fire magic?"

The fire in my hand fades until it is but a tiny wisp. "No this is made from your soul, pyromancy is one of the primal forces, not magical. It is fire made from using a spark. Normally this would come from an ever-burning flame…"

"Sadly, I don't think your world has these types of flames. But the woman who invented this art taught me how to make a spark using a sliver of your soul. After that, the only thing stopping you from power is your control over the flame." I raise my hand into the air and the small flame turns into a giant flaming ball with blades of flame surrounding it.

I close my hand and the flame vanishes. "My talent in Pyromancy is only second to my talent at divinities. Since there doesn't seem to be pyromancers in this world I'm sure you would be stronger than almost any fire mage in only one session."

"I used to teach legions of soldiers these things, teaching one mortal would only take me an hour at max," I say leaning against the pillar again.

He holds out his hand and watches the light he summons with an uncertain gaze. "Give me a bit before I answer… I don't know if that would break my connection to the light. It already isn't that powerful right now…"

I wave a hand "Of course"

I look towards the doorway as I feel Sylvanas returning with two in tow. As they walk through the door I recognize one of them as the undead man who was with Slyvanas when I came in earlier. I step back up to the top of the stairs past Lor'Themar as I smile at the three walking towards me.

Sylvanas still has her usual cold expression as if she is permanently angry. The man I recognize has a scowl like he doesn't want to be here. On the other hand, the third man looks absolutely thrilled to be here.

Sylvanas gestures to the man on her left "The only you've already met is Nathanos Blightcaller, my most trusted servant in life and death. The one on my right is Gunther Arcanus, the most talented necromancer and death mage in the world. He is so good at it he doesn't even need to take a lich form despite being a lich himself."

Gunther drops to one knee "Finally, after so long I can finally meet a God of Death."

I raise an eyebrow "Have you been trying to commune with the Gods of Death long?"

He nods "Since the day I broke free of the Lich King. Why haven't they heeded my call?"

"Frankly? I'm sure they don't care. Perhaps it would have been wiser to commune with the Gods that live on this plane. I can feel at least two." I say with a shrug.

Nathanos and Gunther look taken aback. I look at Sylvanas ignoring them "Are these two the only ones?"

She nods "My trust is a hard thing to earn."

Nathanos quickly drops to a knee facing her "It is my honor, my Lady." I roll my eyes at his over the top loyalty. He reminds me of that mutt Ornnstien, I never trusted him.

I sigh "Just hurry up and give your oath. I wish to move on before night falls."

Gunther lowers his head while Nathanos turns to me in a gruff. "I, Gunther Arcanus/Nathanos Blightcaller, High Lich/Lady's Hand. Offer my Vow of Devotion to you, Lorian, The Dead God"

Black mist washes over them and I see Gunther's eyes glow in a dark light. He is truly talented. Nathanos much like Sylvanas only became stronger with some power since they are not as magically attuned to death as Gunther.

"You may rise. Use your power wisely, for the betterment of the undead race." I say watching their rising figures.

I turn to Sylvanas. "Gunther should be able to raise near-perfect undead now. I would say to be careful though, he may become too attuned to the Shadowlands. If the Arbiter finds him and takes him for spying, I will not help." I look at Gunther for my last four words.

I turn to Lor'themar as I see Sylvanas nod "Where are we going from here?"