《Wholly Undead》Chapter 198: Your soul is mine...
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The Spider Goddess shuddered at the seemingly cruel smile of a skull... She had been around for thousands upon thousands of years, even before the fall of the Elder Gods, but this was the first time she saw a skeleton smile.
"F-Fine. Take my god soul." Neith stuttered out, losing all of her previous condescendence, as she folded her arms.
Emily looked over to Jack, as she still had her hand upon the black monolith.
Jack shook his head slightly, "I don't think you understand... I said I want your soul, so I will be taking it."
"You can't!" Neith took a few steps back, as Jack walked over to the side of Emily.
"My dearest Emily, do you want her god soul?" Jack asked so softly, that it felt like a whisper.
"Nn." Emily nodded, with a smile.
"Is it possible for me to get my cherubs back?" Jack continued to ask.
"Nn." Emily nodded again, as the strange colors ran up and down the black monolith. The Spider Goddess turned to run, but as just as one of her legs took a step, Emily's charming smile changed... Black lightning that before would destroy her seemed to form strangely colored chains, binding the would-be usurper of the soul.
"NO!" Neith yelled in frustration.
Jack seemed to pay no attention, as he attempted to fill his missing power. This was a lesson well learned, as not to waste his god soul powers so blatantly... Perhaps he needed better control, something Jack would ponder later.
High above all of them within the center of the Maze, from around the dark spire of the black monolith came numerous golden cherubs. These cherubs rushed to Jack, as they defused into light, and seemed to be returning to their source.
"Ah... Much better. Thank you, dear." Jack looked over to Emily again, as he spoke.
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"No need for thanks, heh." Emily continued to smile.
"Solxeees Nolaak." Jack hummed with a solemn sound, as Jack extended his left hand. A beam of light seemed to surround Neith, as it enveloped her. Many tendrils made of holy light formed from around the circle that Neith now stood within lurched out and attacked her. It seemed that these tendrils invaded Neith, as it pulled and tugged.
"No! NO! NONONONO!!!" Neith struggled, but being bound by the black chains, and now the golden tendrils did their work, she was unable to break free... Perhaps only at her zenith of power would she have been rampant.
With a sickening pop sound, did the vivid yellow-gold tentacles produce a solid bloody red and black sphere from Neith's body. The Body, in question, slumped to the side, as it began to lose its shape forming a metallic gray blob of floating matter.
The tendrils pulled the bloody black solid sphere to Jack, who held it in his hands while chuckling to himself.
"It seems that spell does work on gods," Jack smirked.
"I'm sure it's only because she's here, I've got control, and not to mention she was severely weakened after just waking up," Emily noted bringing Jack down a few pegs.
"True, but it still worked." Jack struggled to input.
"Yes, it did still work." Emily nodded.
"I know someone that will be very happy to receive this, but how does one take over a god soul..." Jack looked down at the sphere, and grabbed it into a crushing vice-like grip, as he spoke, "Neith, how does one absorb a god soul."
A few seconds passed, as it seemed the soul of Neith struggled to not answer, but now bound by Jack's spell, and a mere soul without its god soul to protect it... Soon fell to her questioners' power.
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A hazy voice sounded out, though much more aged than before, "It is very simple. Take in the soul with your god soul. Use your god soul to absorb it's power while containing it."
"What if it is a mortal soul, not me?" Jack looked over to Emily.
Emily reached up and touched her right horn on her head slightly, as she beamed to Jack. She rubbed her horn in a loving way that reflected her feelings for Jack.
"This will be difficult. The mortal will do the same, but they will need to establish dominance over the god soul. A god soul without its master is akin to breaking a skeletal horse to ride. It does not want a master. If enough time passes, the god soul will dissipate back to its followers or become one with the realms again."
"What happens if you are unable to establish yourself as the master of a free god soul, as a mortal?"
"The mortal soul will become a part of the god soul's power, ceasing to exist."
"You mean a god soul can erase a soul??? Removing it from existence?!"
"Yes... The most fearsome power of Gods to Mortals."
"Alright, then can we save the god soul for later?"
"No. It will disappear in time. It is not like a mortal soul that can be contained, as it is a part of the creation. Gods only borrow the power of the one above all... The Sleeper within Chaos... You know him as the Blind Idiot God. All returns to him... In the end. I tried, so hard-"
"Thanks, Neith." Jack didn't care to hear the remainder of her laments.
"Emily, do you want to become a god?" Jack asked while letting his grip ease up on Neith's soul. He had use for it, after all.
"MMMmmm... Yes." Emily nodded, after a second of thought.
"There is a lot of risks it seems," Jack warned as he was slightly worried for her.
"There maybe, but I'm not worried. If you will let me, I'd love to try it." Emily let go of her horn, as she held her hands in front of her.
"Haaa~" Jack looked down at the sphere again, "Neith, how long does it take to gain control over a god soul?"
"Depends on the mortal soul. A few minutes, a few years... I took Hecate's soul... hahaha, Ugh-"
Jack crushed the sphere a bit, causing a hairline fracture to rupture.
[Oof... I need to get a grip on myself...] Jack thought, as he cut off Neith's words in a bit of anger. He had literally just thought about needing this soul for some of his business.
"I can do it. Just believe in me." Emily spoke again when she turned her gaze to look over the metallic blob.
"Believe in me, who believes in you, is it? Alright. Before that, I have one last question."
"Neith, do we need to leave the soul before attempting to take over the god soul?"
"Tch... Yes."
"That's my cue. If you can send me back, I'll watch over you." Jack looked up, as he quickly decided.
Emily nodded, as she placed her hand back on the black monolith.
That strange color appeared again. As Jack's vision became that color, and then...
Jack's flaming eyes ignited in the real world, as he looked over the body of his beloved Emily.
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