Capítulo 146: Merely a Tool
Jack moved his finger tracing the scar, and as he did so, the scar burned. As the tissue burned, the remains feel from Verruca's back scattering as ash, as it fell; leaving only clear skin behind.
Jack finished his movement, and floated back slightly, "There. No more scar."
"Huh?" Verruca held her dress in her hands, as she looked back to Jack over her shoulder.
"I removed your scar."
"Uh... How?"
"God-King."
"..."
"It's very convenient to say, you know," Jack said with a bit of humor.
Even if Verruca didn't get an answer, she was touched that Jack felt compelled enough to want to remove her scar... Her body now returned to being unblemished, as it was before Zitergall. In all the war and battles she fought... Only in Zitergall did she receive a wound... This was her pride, that was shattered when she found she retained a scar, but... Jack removed that scar.
"Why...?" Verruca stood with her back to Jack.
"Because I don't want a scar on you. Simple as that. I have no other reasons." Jack said just as plain.
"Alright." Verruca smiled.
"Is this your Consort?" A rough female voice rang out in a buzz.
"Who is there!" Verruca still holding her sundress took on an offensive stance, as her vision darted around the Courtroom.
[Oh, shit... I forgot about Joan...] Jack mentally facepalmed.
"It's alright Julia... I forgot one person that was still here. This is my fault." Jack replied.
Verruca turned to face Jack showing her front again, still in her strapless black bra, and briefs.
"Who, then?"
Verruca watched Jack pat a Jar hung on his side bound in gold chains, "This is Warmarshal Joan. Warmarshal Joan meet Warmarshal Verruca."
"Warmarshal Doomcry?!?" Verruca exclaimed, as she faintly saw a dark purple orb darting around inside the Jar.
"Oh? A fellow Warmarshal of the Verruca clan? How is Warmarshal Bernard Verruca?"
"...Warmarshal Doomcry... Patriarch Bernard Verruca passed into true death over a thousand years ago..." Verruca spoke forgetting just how old a soul Warmarshal Doomcry was...
"You don't have to call me a Doomcry... I don't even know if my clan is still among the unliving, or if they would want a butcherer like me among them..."
Jack patted the Jar again, "Joan, you can be my sister. I will be your family if they turn their back on you."
"...I SERVE THE GOD-KING! I AM ONLY A SERVANT, A TOOL BY WHICH MANY HERETICS WILL BE BURIED IN THEIR FILTH AND SIN! FOR YOUR GLORY MAY I BE CALLED SUCH! MAY THE FAITHFUL REJOICE WITH TREMBLING AND PRAY IN FEAR!" Joan couldn't contain herself, as she rattled off more zealous speech.
Verruca stood still just as bare as before, with her head tilted looking at Jack and then to the Jar he was patting, and then back to Jack...
[Why is she better at making speeches than me?] Verruca wondered to herself, as she thought about Jack being the Butcherer's brother... Why would he want to make this woman his sister?
"Whoa there, Joan, whoa!" Jack soothed the jar, as he rubbed it.
"I'm merely your tool... A TOOL OF WRATH!" Joan said again, but there was an intense firmness in her rough voice.
[I'm a complete undead now, I have two Consort, a best friend, a girlfriend, a pet, and now a tool... I wonder if I should spin that wheel again...] Jack mused about his death wheel, as he came to think of it as...
Jack looked up to Verruca, "Do you have heavy metal music here?"
"...What kind of music?"
"Heavy Metal."
"I'm not sure what that is." Verruca tilted her head.
[I'm going to have to change that... With Joan... I must put her on the Battlefield while blasting some Heavy Metal! I should have the whole military listen to this music!" Jack started to formula plans within his mind to start a cultural renaissance, but a cultural renaissance based on religious and war-themed Heavy Metal music!
[...I'm going to have Joan be a lead singer!] Jack went off to dreamland.
"How long is your Consort stand before you in her undergarments... I feel that eyes are returning." That same rough voice sounded.
Verruca quickly turned her back, and slipped on her sundress, as her face darkened from blush.
Jack patted the Jar, "Joan this is my good friend. Please stop making this awkward for her."
"Maybe things have changed... I've been kept like this for a while and hearing how long ago Warmarshal Bernard Verruca passed... I guess things have changed. Last time I had a body, zombie women didn't just show their bodies like that."
Verruca shoulders hunched, as she was about to turn around, she heard Jack speak,
"Joan... Speak one more piece of none sense, and you will become a neglected tool. I will leave you in my shed to rust... Would you like to rust?" Jack said coldly, as his flaming eyes slowly danced in his sockets, as he looked to his waist at the Jar.
"No-NO! NO, MY LORD! YOUR TOOL WISHES TO CARRY YOUR WILL TO THE FOUR CORNERS AND WATCH THE HERETIC STRANGLE ON THEIR INTESTINES FOR YOUR GLORY MY LORD! EVISCERATED FOR YOUR PLEASURE AND YOUR NAME SPREAD TO CAUSE SLEEPLESS NIGHTS!"
Jack patted the Jar again, "Then please note these following names, Grand Minister Lucius, Consort Leslie, Consort Emily, and Warmarshal Verruca... You must never offend these four, or you offend me... Understand, my tool?"
"YES, MY LORD! GLORY TO MY LORD!" The jar buzzed.
Verruca smiled at Jack, as she spoke, "I'm sure Stephanie is waiting. Let's go to the Library."
Jack watched as Verruca started to leave him behind. He chuckled, as he caught up.
*******
Jack casually floated into the Kingdom's Library of Deagoth. He looked up and around. It was a three-story building and reminded Jack of the Russian State Library in scope and size.
He was flanked by Stephanie Chaoshood and Julia Verruca.
"Say, Stephanie... Do you know how many tomes there are here?"
"There are seventy million tomes, including everything from carefully guarded cultivation methods right down to the common romance novel." Stephanie smiled, as this was one of her Clan's pride.
"Over seventy million...? Impressive."
Both Stephanie and Verruca shook their heads... It was widely known that The Holy Witch King was known for pumping in so much Glowstone into the Library and the Chaoshood clan to maintain it. It was the largest Library on the Continent, and he should have known almost every major book here... Some of which he kept in his personal collection... He truly forgot a lot when he died...
"This is fantastic! How many librarians does your family have here, Stephanie?" Jack asked.
"We only have one librarian, but we have many pages that maintain the library."
"I need to meet the Librarian," Jack spoke, as he floated into the middle of the hall. He looked up at the skylight above and seen the Skull of the Sun God casting its light inside of the halls.
Along all the walls were many Glowstone lamps, and every bookshelf was lined with Glowstone to illuminate the titles of the tomes.
A book lover's dream.
"My lord." A harsh voice sounded with a rattle of bones.
Jack looked to his left to see a thin skeleton in a grand robe, making his way to him on his knees, with his head bowed.
Jack could see his skull had a large crack from the back of this undead's head to the front just before his eye socket. His bones were dirty brown and yellow with many stains and would see hairline fractures along his exposed bones, hands feet, chest, and skull. His nice vestments only served to cause his skeleton to look dirty and wretched.
[This looks like an ax wound... How come he's able to maintain his soul space? Hmmm... Oh, I see...] Jack looked above the wound and could clearly see a faint mist dispelling from the cracks. It seemed no one else could see this escaping soul mist... This undead was indeed dying in a sense of true death.
[I wonder if I can heal bone???]
"What is your name?"
"This faithful one is Terrence Chaoshood." Terrence lowered his body to lay before his God-King.
"You are a believer in my faith?"
"Of course, my Lord! One must be insane not to look upon your glories form and not bow down in worship."
"I like this one." A rough female voice sounded from Jack's jar.
Jack patted the jar.
"Where did you get that wound on your head?" Jack asked in a voice that rumbled in the mind of Terrence.
"This humble one sustained this about three hundred years ago when assailants tried to rob this fine establishment. I was of little help, but I slowed down one long enough that the guard of the Chaoshood clan caught him."
"Do you wear this bone fracture with pride, or does it hurt?" Jack inquired, seeing what he would do next.
"Every day it is a reminder to me, my Lord. The pain reminds me to keep vigilant, but it is not of pride I wear it, but with a feeling of a lack of responsibility."
"I see... Come closer to me, Terrence Chaoshood." Jack asked in a voice of authority.
Stephanie wondered what he was going to do, while Verruca had an idea based on what she experienced earlier...
Terrence, on knee, made his way to the front of Jack, where Jack placed his hand on top of Terrence's head, and with a thought, a flash of light poured into the skull of Terrence.
Terrance laid perfectly still, as he felt a flood of warmth wash over every inch of his bones. As Jack pulled back his hand, Terrance felt that warmth leave...
He lifted his head, to hear his great-grandniece Stephanie gasp, along with her friend and fellow Warmarshal, Verruca.
Terrence felt that they were looking at him, and so he looked down at his hands to see they were pure ivory white again! Just as the day he gained his body during the Coming of Age Ceremonies all those years go... Excited he found that his throbbing headache was gone, and slightly afraid but with expectation, he placed his hand on his skull where it previously pained him.
It was whole!
"My-My-My Lord!"
"You are whole again, Librarian Terrence."
Terrence bowed again and began to pray in earnest, as Jack watched threads of purple light peel from Terrence and travel into himself.
[Hmmmm? No voice?] Jack noticed that now that Terrence prayed and gave power to him, there was no voice... Now that he thought about it, he never heard Warmarshal Michael's voice... Does that mean he had to fulfill every prayer to rid the voice from his mind!?!
PENSAMENTOS DOS CRIADORES 
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Oh, what's this???
He has to fulfill prays to get rid of the voices!
How is Jack going to get fulfill one hundred thousand plus believers, and is that guy going to get a couch???
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