Jack's narrowed eyes opened slightly as his gaze fell upon the leg clenching Leslie, his first Wife, as a rush of chemicals flooded the brain that grew within his skull.

[Ah... I... Wow...] Jack revaluated Leslie, again. It seemed that possessing flesh and having a brain again with his soul attached changed his thought patterns. At least the chemicals that it produced seemed to influence him greatly.

"Ya brought Us here witchy, soz stop makin' goo-goo eyes wit ya first wife, and tell Us bosses what it is ya needs." Crag took in another strong hit of dust, as his give-a-fuck meter was at an all-time low.

All of the present undead collectively drew their gaze to Crag, as he smiled largely.

"Wut? Ya want a hit???" Crag looked slightly buzzed, as he then responded, "Sorry, but this is for me and the big boss to enjoy... Ya butch of mugs can piss off, wit whatever ya thinking."

"That's enough, Crag." Jack raised his right hand to Crag.

Crag noticed his buzz just went away, and a chill crawled along his bones, as he sat straighter in his seat. It was only now that he realized that he had the ire of all of the members of the Clergy and the amusement of the rest.

Jack took another look at Leslie, as then then looked over the rest, and with his strangely hypnotic voice he continued, "What Crag said is correct, however crass. We don't have much time. Pope Lucius detained a strange child within the jails not long ago, and I'm sure many that need to know, know of her strangeness."

The military, Clergy, Holy Sentinels, and Leslie all nodded.

"I don't know how to break this easily, so I will just be straight forward. That was the child of the union of Life and Death. The grandchild of the Creator, himself."

A collective gasp rang from the zombie undead, while a rattling sound emanated from the skeletal undead.

Jack pressed both hands in the air down, as a sudden silence occurred. Mark tilted his head as he continued to watch the actions of this undead in front of him. He looked down at his hands and watched the front icicled in his hands being forcibly pulled to the floor, as if some invisible force besides gravity was in play.

[So, the Lich King returns... But... Now what do I do?] Mark looked over to Janet, who took her eyes off the God-King to match his gaze. Mark could see fear behind her eyes, as he reached out with his left hand to hold Janet's. Janet squeezed Mark's hand in response.

"It seems the Church of the Three Gods have pulled some tricks and have snatched this child from Our Jail Quarters."

Lucius slammed his hands on the table he was seated and rose quickly.

"Don't bother checking... Death has already informed me that she's gone." Jack spoke in response.

"Then what do we do!?" Lucius sat back down but maintained his panic.

"We go to war. Death has given us three days to retrieve his daughter, or this world will be no more."

"Why doesn't Mr. Death just save his own daughter." Mark spoke up, causing a wave of ill from the rest present, and the narrowing of Leslie's eyes, as she turned to see him.

"That's the point. We all die, when he comes to get her. Either we secure her and our lives, or he secures her, and we are forfeit. Or... Mark Lokson, would you rather that we sit here and ask stupid questions until doomsday?"

Mark let go of Janet's hand, as he hardened his voice, "How do you know that name?!"

Jack narrowed his eyes, "With the history of death, what don't I know? Again, I don't have time for your or anyone's antics save for my own selfishness. The rest of you that would rather wait for your demise, step up now so I may strike you down to save myself the time."

A General of the Spellslingers, Legion of Warmarshal Stephanie, raised his head to speak, "Your own selfishness, my God-King?" This short stout zombie undead continued to look upon the God-King as he questioned his wording.

Stephanie glared to the side of her, as she regretted now bringing this newly appointed general with her... Others within the Court didn't understand why anyone would question the God-King after his announcement.

Jack smiled as he looked upon the General, "Yes, my own selfishness. General. I believe that's your rank from your medals. What is your name?"

"Uh, Bart Metelhearts."

"I see... Warmarshal Chaoshood, please arrange an offering to the Metalhearts Clan as an apology."

Stephanie Chaoshood had no idea what she was to apologize for or what to offer, but she responded, "Yes, my God-King."

Jack continued to smile as he nodded, he raised his thick right arm, and pointed to the General, "Bart Metalhearts... Kill yourself."

A strange hue of black, purple, and greenish-blue colors came from around the General and entered into him. Bart Metalhearts then stood up, and shouted, "...as... you command..." with his, now, blank eyes, he placed both of his hands on either side of his head and he pushed together with all the force of his Grand Master cultivator rank.

Black blood and brain matter burst forth, as his powerless body slumped and fell to the floor, staining the white rug that split the courtroom in two. Everyone watched the cruel punishment in front of them. Some wondered how the God-King did it, while others hoped they were not next. Joan licked her lips, as the snakes in her hair tasted the air that contained the scent of black blood excitedly.

"Anyone else, feel the same?" Jack swept his flaming eyes across the room.

Many thoughts crossed the minds of the undead present, but none voiced them.

"Good. Very little information was provided to me, but what little I do know, is that Borda has a port exclusively for the Church of the Three Gods. I need the Warbreakers and Spellslingers to assemble east of the city within the next six hours, the faster the better."

"Warmarshal Joan!"

"YES, MY GLORIOUS GOD-TYRANT!"

Jack's smile curved ever so slightly at the edges, "You will be the vanguard as the Warbreakers are always. You shall lead my forces. We are not just attacking the Church of the Three Gods... But all of Borda..."

"YES, YES! BY YOUR VERDICT!!! OH, GOD-KING I SHALL KILL ENDLESSLY AND DRINK DEEPLY THE BLACK BLOOD THAT SEEPS INTO THE LANDS, ALL IN YOUR APOCALYPTIC NAME! KILL THE POPULOUS, BURN THE CITIES, RAZE THE LANDS, AND RAPE THE RESOURCES!"

"Yes... This is good, Joan... Now... Be off." Jack gentle waves his left hand as if he was bored, but his expression showed his pleasure.

Joan stood, and grabbed the spaced-out Verruca to her side and frog marched her massive form out of the courtroom followed by Warmarshal Stephanie Chaoshood. The dead body of her General left behind. Stephanie cared not for the General... Her unlife was the God-King's... Even with her love for her husband, he didn't have claim to her life, as the God-King did...

"Pope Lucius."

"My God-King?" Lucius felt out of sorts seeing Jack be so heartless to a General. While he knew that Jack had a cold streak, it seemed he was enjoying it this time...

"Stir the hearts of the masses. Our war with Borda is just. They angered Death. Remember Lucius. I am the God-King. All are equal in death... but all in death serve me."

Lucius was about to agree with Jack but then heard the ending statement. It had always been, "All are equal in death." What was this tacked on the end? "All in death serve him???"

Mark commented, "Lich King."

"What?" Jack looked up.

"Sorry. I just happened to remember a passage I once read about you." Mark commented seeming to have regained his usual composure from earlier.

"Oh? That's nice." Jack brushed aside the comment, and continued, "Holy Sentinels. I will be going with the Legions for their war on Borda and the Church of the Three Gods. Come with me if you wish."

A buzz issued, and then silenced.

Jack nodded.

"I ask everyone here, not to leak this information." Jack commented looking at the others.

"I hope that you will aid me in these endeavors. Suppress the information of the end, encourage the death of Borda and their false church, and lastly... Hail to I, the God-King of my Pantheon." Jack said coldly.

"My dearest, and most precious wife, Leslie... Please see fit to execute anyone that decides to divulge this information, and any that hear it."

Leslie nodded absentmindedly.

"Good. Alright then. I'll be off in six hours. Oh, and Mark."

Mark nodded, as Jack spoke, "You'll be going with Us. You know how these rats of the Three Gods scurry about the best, so it will aid me greatly."

Mark nodded again, though slowly.

Jack turned to leave, as he heard a voice, "God-King! I have made progress!"

"Doctor Hollowell?" Jack turned, as his flaming eyes peered at the insane doctor.

"Do tell?" Jack spoke amused, as the rest of the court began to disperse.