Chương 666: Unintentional Resurrection

Michael waits for Zeke to exit out of the dead Beast Titan's nape, and waits... And waits.... And waits... Until half an hour passes with nothing. Michael tears the nape open to check, and finds, much to his chagrin, that Zeke was dead with his skull basically imploded...

This was strange as he'd not touched the nape at all, meaning something else had caused this... Considering the area where the impact looks to have come, it matched perfectly with his attack on the Beast Titan's head... Were the break points of the titan and the human body connected or something?

Regardless, this was only a minor setback. It was annoying to have to use some divinity to resurrect him, but it was needed if he was going to reap the rewards he'd be planting for days.

"I'm going to hurt you for all the trouble you're causing me." Michael groans before pointing his palm at the corpse, "Sacred Resurrection!"

*SHiiiiiiiiiing!*

The flesh and bones of Zeke's body begins twisting and tearing in an incredibly disgusting manner, his upper body spinning as its spine splinters and shatters from the awkward movement. His limbs bend in the wrong direction, his skull reforming without any skin and his eyes spinning quickly in their sockets.

All in all, it looked like he was being possessed by a horrific demon who had a grim sense of humour. The body seizes for a moment, before suddenly compressing into a block of bone, meat, and blood.

Then, out of this, something else begins forming... A small, currently skinless humanoid creature.

"Wha-at the fuck is this..." Michael mutters as the thing grows before him, the cube of flesh it was growing out of attaches itself to the evaporating Beast Titan corpse and begins sucking up organic matter, increasing the speed of which the 'thing' formed.

Soon enough, the process was completed, a young girl with short blonde hair, blue eyes, and dressed in white rags stood before him, his eyes shimmering as the despair and lifelessness in them slowly fades.

"Huh... You look... Familiar?" Michael wonders aloud before dropping his fist into an open palm, "Ymir, right?"

...

The girl, after looking around the somewhat destroyed forest around them slowly nods her head, appearing just as baffled as Michael was... How did this girl appear from Zeke's corpse? He cast the spell on Zeke not her, so...

He didn't have any real idea why this was the case... Sure, he knew her 'soul' or 'consciousness' was still within the Founding Titan 'land' or whatever it was, but that shouldn't have made her able to hijack his spell... Unless she took Zeke's place instead, since she seemed to have a basic ability to control Eldian souls it wouldn't be all that difficult come to think of it.

Huh, but where did that leave them now though? He still needed Zeke-, or a Beast Titan to activate the spinal fluid. Or, since the literal Founding Titan was standing here before him, maybe not?

"I'm sure you know my plans already? You saw through Zeke's eyes, right?" he questions, and the girl nods her head once again.

"Is there a reason you can't speak?" he asks, confused. The resurrections should have healed everything, not to mention her own strange alterations to the body. He could sense her divinity, meaning she was a kind of god in her own right.

The girl looks sadly at him, opening her mouth and pointing at it, revealing the severed remnants of her tongue.

"You can't heal it? You should be able to..." Again, she shakes her head for the Nth time, and he releases long sigh.

"Can you write at least?" he asks, and again, she shakes her head. Even if she could only write in her own language, Michael wouldn't have a problem due to his universal language comprehension skills.

He cups the side of his face with his hand in thought, this was definitely not anywhere near his initial plans... Accidentally killing Zeke and unintentionally resurrecting Ymir? That was along the same levels as those badly written fanfictions(AN: ...).

He shakes his head and turns back towards Ymir, who was currently walking around the clearing barefoot, kicking dirt and picking up favourable-looking branches. It reminded him of a younger Lillith, to be honest. "Ymir," he calls her, "Did you have any problems with my plans? To basically genocide Marley by using the Eldians living there?"

She gives a small shrug of her shoulders, completely uncaring of her people's or the enemy empire's plight.

"Then, could you help me out? Without Zeke I'm kinda stuck." he questions.

She tilts her head at him, pointing at him then herself.

"I-, have no idea what that means..."

She does it more forcefully this time, jabbing between themselves as if the answer was obvious.

"I'm shit at charades but... Errr, you want me to carry you?"

She sends a deadpan look at him in response to that.

"Not that... You want me to give you something in return." not that either judging by her continued gesturing.

Unfortunately him, she seemed to be enjoying the guessing game, not giving him any hints as he goes through a litany of incorrect answers. He even went as far as to guess that she wanted him to 'romance' her, which he got him a rock to the head in response.

Finally, she decides that his abilities in charades were too shit to bear, and so began giving hints. Signing something wrapped around her neck...

"A collar?" he questions baffled, and the girl smiles but doesn't nod, probably meaning he was getting close.

...

"You want me to collar you...?" he asks, wondering if this child-like god had a weird subservience fetish or something. Sure, she was stupidly old at this point, but that didn't take away the fact that she looked like a ten or so-year-old girl.

To his chagrin, she happily nods at him, giving small smile as she skips over. She wanted him to collar her in exchange for her helping him genocide her own people... Eh, he's experienced weirder things, probably...?