As this flood of information made it into his mind, some parts... He wishes he didn't know about Lucius... But... At this point, he would try to replace these memories with his own, between him and Leslie.

In the part of the information that he received, he found that Undead do not have physical sex, but have Soul Unions. Soul Unions sounded like some high-level mystical techniques but were actually rather easy to accomplish. Any creature with a soul can complete a soul union. So not only could undead have sex via soul unions, any creature, and between even creatures that did not share the same species.

It was super convenient for interspecies relationships, though bearing children were interesting between different species, for undead, it involved soul unions. However, Lucius chooses to exclude this information or didn't know how to. Jack figured it was more that Lucius didn't want him to know.

In the case of undead, two undead would find somewhere to be comfortable, and they would use their souls to mingle with each other. That was the whole grist and concept. Now the feeling was something that he felt that Lucius was unable to convey even with a knowledge transfer. Jack figured as much. How many games, novels, shows, and comics would portray sex, as each and every one of them described it differently?

Some said it was like the earth moved, and others like the sweating and primal mating patterns of beasts. Jack felt that he would come up with some way to figure out how it felt. He just wanted to give it a try. He really really really liked it in his last life, but that was physical... What would this soul union be like, he felt it couldn't possibly compare to what he did in his last life, or even his gentlemanly ways near the end of his last life that involved much AV and adult games?

[Did you get all that?] Lucius asked. He now felt closer, but also super awkward to his king and supreme pontiff. He had just instructed him, based on his own experiences how to have intimate encounters. If someone had told Lucius this would happen, Lucius would have slapped that undead out of the palace, too absurd, but here he was...

[Yeah... I got it. So this is interesting. Lucius... Who... ah... How did you go about this?] Jack asked out of pure morbid curiosity.

[Do you really want to know, or do you want to return to your consort?]

[When you say it like that, I sound like a jackass.]

[I know what an ass is, but what is a Jackass?]

[A stupid beast of burden.]

[A bit harsh, but I didn't say it. Are you good? Do you have any questions?]

[No... I think I got this. It's kind of strange though... Does it feel good?] Jack asked the important question.

Lucius Laughed through the mental messaging, [Are you kidding me... Undead wouldn't be a civilized species without it feeling good. We would be nothing but warmongering monsters.]

[Oh! Well I look forward to it then.]

[You know Jack...]

[Yeah???]

[When you do this with Leslie, Verruca will be sad....] Lucius finally said what was on his mind. He wouldn't give this kind of warning if he had already completed his marriage with Leslie, but as he hadn't he knew that Verruca was still hopeful.

[Actually... This maybe shameful of me, but I want both Leslie and Julia.] Jack had remembered Verruca's first name. He had thought a lot about her on his trip back. Listening to Boss Crag, he finally came to a conclusion. He was The Holy Witch King, who said he had to have only one wife. Was it not every male's dream to have many females? So he was going to have his.

[Ummm... Jack... The Verruca family is really tight values on marriage. They believe one male; one female union. If you ask this of her, she may have to forsake her family.]

[Are you telling me that I, The Holy Witch King, would ask the Verruca family for the hand of their prized daughter, they would not agree, if I have another wife?] Jack was slightly pissed. He had already built up in his mind that he could have it all. He was going to get everything he wanted in this unlife that he lacked in his last life. He tried not to act as he cared... He cared.

[When you put it that way... I actually don't know. You could approach her family elders, and have a talk with them. I just don't know how she will react to this... Though I have a question, if you still have a moment.] Lucius was going to finally ask something that had been on his mind for a while.

[Leslie's currently cleaning my eye sockets, so I think I have just enough time... Shoot.] Jack spoke.

This verbiage 'shoot' was unknown to Lucius, but he chalked it up, yet again, to Jack having seen things in his entombment. He figured it meant 'go ahead,' [Why are you doing this now? Why make Leslie your consort? Why Julia? Why now?]

[...I was lonely.] Jack said the truth. This was actually the bottom line truth. In his last life, he wanted a woman. At first, when he withdrew from the world, he would go to work and go home. He only wanted one woman. What he believed was his dream woman, but that didn't work out. This is what led him to his withdrawal. In the many years that followed, he began to want just a woman, a companion. It didn't have to be the woman he wanted formally, any decent woman would do. Now that he had the ability, he wanted one. When he spoke to Boss Crag, he realized he was in a position to have more than one. So he did want he wanted.

[Lonely? I understand, completely. Say no more.] Lucius nodded to himself.

[Alright, wish me luck, with Leslie.]

[Ah... Good luck.] Lucius felt odd wishing Jack good luck to having premarital relations. He also felt slightly foolish for the last time he barged into Jack's room thinking he had been doing THAT... Lucius shook his head and went back into the meeting hall to finish his discussions with the Archbishops.

"Who were you talking to?" Leslie had noticed Jack's silence and knew he must be talking to someone.

"Oh, I was speaking with Lucius." Jack had dropped Lucius' title.

"So you guys are friends?"

"I believe so, but don't tell anyone."

"Well, I already knew. I just wanted to see what you were going to say." Leslie giggled.

"Are you trying to outsmart me?" Jack asked humorously.

"Maybe... What would you do about it?" Leslie asked seductively.

Jack had finally completed his bath and stepped out of the tub. Leslie came up to him with his robe, and as she walked around to slip his robe on to him, Jack reached out to grab her around her waist. He dragged her to himself.

Leslie felt as if her heart would beat. She again looked up into those flaming eyes. She had been initiating contact with her love, but this was the fourth time he had. This was the boldest of contact to date. Yes, she counted each time.

"Leslie... Would you like to retire to my evening tomb for the night?" Jack really hoped he said evening tomb correctly. It wasn't something he was really familiar with in common speech.

[Does he finally want to do 'that?'?] Leslie thought to herself. She wasn't sure if she was going to have to wait until after their wedding. She didn't want to wait, but being a lady... She didn't want to bring it up either. She was his consort after all, and no one would dispute it if they would do it.

She also felt some expectation, "I would love to." She laid her head on Jack's clean rib cage.

After an amount of time, he patted her on the back and led her over to his evening tomb. Leslie followed, and they both lay down on Jack's evening tomb.

Evening tombs came in two variations, and there was no uniform building material for them. Of the two variations, the standing tomb, and the flat tomb. The standing tomb was that, an evening tomb that would walk stand up in to rest, while the flat tomb was to lie down in. Both of these tombs were exactly that, tombs for the dead. This habit of evening tombs came from the first undead who would return to their crypts to rest or recover. They could have just as easily used beds, but they felt that being undead they should use tombs. A custom that was born purely out of a cultural aesthetic. Evening tombs were undead beds.

Jack's evening tomb was by undead standards... Really nice. Which was to be expected of the King and supreme pontiff of the Country and Faith of Deagoth? His evening tomb was set in on the left corner of his room. It was rather large, with a width of two meters, and a length of three and a half meters. It was gold and obsidian, as the customary colors of Deagoth, with inlaid runes on all the sides. The Tomb had a sealed cover made of the same material that could cover the tomb by the mechanism. The inside of the tomb was lined with White Neolith Spider silk padding and had three small pillows made of the same.

Jack lay down in his tomb and soon followed by Leslie. Jack used a pillow to prop her head next to him, as she lay in his embrace. He wanted to make sure she was very confirmable. He laid his head on his pillow and activated the mechanism for the tomb's covering. He didn't do this last time, as he was just taking a nap. This time he wanted to privacy, even if this type of soul union wasn't a physical action.

The gears clanked, and the cover slide into place. Thankfully, undead did not need to breathe, even if Zombie undead mimicked the action, as the tomb was sealed off from the outside. It would take a King Ranked Cultivator to destroy this evening tomb to gain access, as it was built to withstand sneak attacks.

A bit of light was still within the darkness of the sealed tomb, illuminated by Jack's flaming eyes. A thought crossed his mind... He should if he wanted to have his first Soul Union... But he thought he needed to make this clear. Even if he couldn't get his way, Jack felt he needed to be clear with Leslie.

"Leslie..."

"Mmmmm...?"

"I have something serious to talk to you about..."