Tears Shed to Raise a Dead God

Leslie continued to stare at the slumped skeleton on the Golden Throne after it became too hard to bare to keep looking, she turned her glance to around the room.

[What exa-]

[Reporting to Mistress.] A mental message reported in Leslie's mind.

[Hold that report. I am currently... dealing with a situation. Hold all reports. Relay my orders.] Leslie replied.

[Yes, Mistress...] The shadow agent had never held reports before... There were times recently she couldn't contact her Mistress, but she had never outright told her to wait... She lingered in her post wondering what she was supposed to do, as she started messaging the other agents.

Leslie looked back around the room again and finished her thought, [Jack... What were you doing in here???]

She floated around looking at the discarded gray Glowstones, the ashes that were made from the scrolls that Jack had written.

[Some kind of array or something else? Did he make something?] She looked to the Throne... [He made that Throne... Is that what got him...?]

She looked to a stiff and very thin-looking golden tome laying on one of the closest tables to Jack's Throne. Leslie floated over to it. It was a very odd tome. It didn't have any pages. The page in the air was black, and the bottom had many letters but didn't spell any words.

Leslie knew this too must have been something of Jack's, but she didn't know what it was... She floated back to the front of Jack and gazed again at his slumped form.

[It still hurts just as much...] Leslie had taken a few minutes to look around and guess what Jack was doing... But it didn't change how she was feeling. She wondered if she didn't take long enough to calm down, as she felt her emotions rising again...

[I really took him as my husband...] Her ghostly face contorted.

She began to speak aloud, "Jack... Why did you leave me... You know I took you as my husband, but you left... You didn't even say bye." Leslie floated to sit down on the floor, as she pulled her legs to her and wrapped her arms around them.

"You know I told you once that I first had a crush on you... It's true... It wasn't really love. To be honest, what I really love its knowledge and power. It was your father that told me knowledge is power and to guard it well... And then you just had to come bumbling into my room and looked straight at my form." Leslie lowered her head.

"But... Why didn't it repulse you? Why did you touch me? How did you touch me? I just... Any other undead that seen me was in fear, granted I only showed myself right before the kill. Stupid Marquis Mark introducing his pawns... Now he has joined Jakahn... Did you know Jack that Mark joined Jakahn?"

Leslie began to talk like Jack could listen.

"But... You, out of the blue, came out of your entombment, and before the entire world said that I was your consort... You didn't even ask my opinion! If whatever you call that in the dressing room was seeking my opinion, then you don't know a woman's heart from a piece of Glowstone on the wall." Leslie gave a light laugh.

"But... I was happy, you know. Yes, I was being, as you call it, ditsy at that time. No one was messaging me... I just stood there dazed. The Holy Witch King took me, as his consort! Why? I had so long tried to her your attention, and the most you ever let me was to wash your linens! Even though I was delegated a task that was left to maids... I really was happy then... It was like zero to one hundred. You left your entombment, and allowed me to bathe you! Then... I'm your consort. It was a lot to take in."

Leslie's voice contained humor, as she continued to stare at the ground. Her ethereal fingers traced her bone in her hands where they were wrapped around her legs.

"I was so mortified when court ended. I had sat for the entire time on the side of your Throne like a common wench from the long pass of the barbarian kings... Do you know how many of the other noble ladies and female Officials contacted me the days that followed? Too many... That's how many."

Leslie laughed.

"But... I was happy. Then that whole thing happened with my wretched family. Damn them, is the only words that come to mind. Even my father... I was blind, and I just didn't want to see the truth, now that I look back. I remember I cried... I remember I cried, and you didn't want to see me like this. I remember how you acted then. Almost like a manic! You damned everything to leave to get my mother, right then, because I wanted it. You even offered to bring my father back... Which I don't know how you do it, but I believe you..."

Ghostly tears formed at the corners of Leslie's eyes, as she lifted her head to look at the unlifeless skeleton, that sat within the soft glow of his Throne.

"I ask again... Why did you leave me? I know you did this for power... I'm not a fool... But... WHY DID LEAVE ME! I WANT TO DIE AGAIN WITH YOU! HOW DO I LIVE IN A WORLD THAT'S WITHOUT YOU, DAMN IT. WHY COULDN'T...! WHY COULDN'T WE HAVE DIED TOGETHER!"

Tears fell from Leslie's face, as she floated up, pointing her finger at the guilty sitting on his Throne. The ghostly tears that feel from her face would vanish as if falling into the void.

"DAMN YOU! Why... Why did you promise..." Leslie sobbed harder, "Why did you promise to marry me... I'm not even truly your wife! You lied to me! You told me the truth then, but only to know it was a lie later!" Leslie continued her accusations.

She rose her voice, "YOU ASKED ME LAST TIME! YOU ASKED ME WHAT DO I WANT OF YOU! WELL, DAMN IT! I WANT YOU BACK! I WANT YOUR SORRY LYING BONES BACK! IF YOU ARE REALLY WHAT LUCIUS SAYS, THEN YOU CAN DO IT! DO IT FOR ME!"

Leslie no longer held herself in the air, and fell to the floor, sobbing her last lines, as if they were a pray, "...I want you back... ...I just want you back...." Over, and over, as she hit the floor of the Library with her fist.

"Les... Lie...?"

"Huh?!" Leslie stopped and looked up. She heard something call her name... "Jack?"

Leslie floated up from her place on the floor, before the golden throne. She stared hard at Jack still slumped on the throne. He still looked the same.

"Les... Lie..."

"Jack!?" She again called out. She looked around the room, it seemed her name echoed this time from many areas. It sounded like tens upon tens of Jack's spoke her name.

"Jack!? Are you there? Are you in another form? Are you like a banshee too????" Leslie frantically called out in hope.

"....No...."

Overcome with joy, Leslie floated around calling to Jack wondering what was going on! He wasn't dead! Then... Why was she so sad, why did he look true dead on his glorified chamber pot?

"Then what is it? Come back to your body, so we can talk! Damn it you had me worried!" Leslie laughed a bit, as she was slightly angry with her self for losing control.

"I... Can't... Right... Now..."

Leslie stopped back in front of his Throne, "Why?"

"I... Mm... Sorry..."

"Well... As long as you come back right now, I won't be mad anymore... Just hurry up. Why can't you come back?"

"Don't... Cry... Any... more..."

"Alright... I can do that... But... Can I see you? What's going on?"

"I... Was... Foolish... My... Soul... Is... Broken..."

Leslie froze in mid-air, "What???"

"My... Soul... Is... One... With... The... Light... It... Wasn't... Strong... Enough..."

"Oh, my Creator...! But... How are you still talking! Where are you talking from!?"

"From... The... Light... Walk... To... The... Light..."

Leslie floated to the closer to the golden throne, as far as light sources when, this giant chair was the brightest thing in the room.

She was enveloped with the Light as well, it stung slightly on her form, as the direct contact with her was slightly painful.

"Can you... Hear me... Better?"

"Kinda... When can you come back?" Leslie asked while she gritted her ghostly teeth.

"When I collect... All the pieces... Of my soul back..."

"...Just... Just as long as you can come back, I don't care if it takes another thousand years... Just do it!" Leslie continued to hold on to better hear Jack. The Light was bothering her, as the stinging pain started to turn to a burning pain."

"I will... Just... Don't cry... Again... I'm sorry..."

"...Did you seriously come back from beyond the dead, because I cried?" Leslie wore a funny face that was mixed with pleasure, pain, and humor.

"Yes... I don't want... My woman... To cry... I... didn't lie... I will marry you..."

"Alright! I'll keep my tears to myself, just hurry up! Bad things are happening in the kingdom, and We need you. I don't want you to be away, and then come back at the last second and save us like a hero... You're not a hero! You're my villain!"

"Yes... Your villain... Always and forever... I love... You..."

"I love you too, you selfish bastard..." Leslie giggled.

"I can... Tell the Light is... Hurting you... Go back... I will work... On my side... As well..."

"You better! Hump." Leslie floated out of the Light of the golden throne, and back into the room.

Just before she was about to exit the Light, Jack spoke again.

"Whenever... You need me... Call to me... From a place... With Light... I will... Answer you..."

The searing pain that just started left her, as soon as she exited. She looked slightly singed all over. It was a result of the Light being the direct counter to Darkness. Leslie nodded, at Jack's last comment.

"Jack... One last thing..."

"....Yes...?"

"Did you... Did you hear everything I said before you... Ummmm... Woke up..."

"....Yes...."

"You friggin bonehead! You're supposed to lie about that!" Leslie was anger because she would know the truth with either answer, but she wanted Jack to pretend he didn't if he had!

"I live... Again... Because of... Your tears... My precious... Honey Ghost..."

"AUGH! What kind of endearment is that! I'm a banshee, not a damn ghost!" Leslie said before she floated around the throne and was about to float out the back door for her.

"...Is Bony... Hands... Better...?"

Leslie turned back to look at the back of the throne, "Jack... I love you, but you're a nerd." Leslie said with a smile before she left through the wall.