AN: So, we've reached 200 followers and I've nothing to show for it right now. Will try to get an extra chapter done today, and put it out for you either by tonight, or it'll be a dual chapter release tomorrow.

As per usual, thank you all for reading thus far. If you have any questions, comments, or concerns, please do not hesitate to voice them.

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"I shall be leaving this portion of the story to Brutus," spoke the Ageless, of whom waved his left paw in the space nearest his person. Of which caused the shadowed air to shimmer as the Lich King appeared before their persons. Who then bowed towards the other, as they switched places.

"Brutus, do you recall your efforts upon our world of Terra after I gave you leave to follow my person there?"

"Yes, My Lord High God," he responded slowly, as his body, cloaked in a pure white robe of satin and silk, nestled into the throne, "Do you wish for my person to impart the knowledge of such an event upon they who are your audience?"

"Of course, my dear sir, and you should not be so formal, even when we have an audience," the Kitsune chuckled softly as the right paw pat the Lich King's shoulder lightly, "Do not hold back in your telling of this portion in your life." Upon so saying, the God King moved away from the space the audience shared, and once more waved a paw into the space before his person.

Afterwards came two more beings, one was Sarah, the Goddess of Iridescent Colours, and their son, Nox. Of whom cried out, "Papa," and leapt into the arms of the other, who twirled their persons in a circle whilst laughing joyously.

This would continue for some time, whilst the Lich King clapped both pairs of his metallic, clawed hands to garner the attentions of the others. Once each pair of eyes rested upon his person, did he begin with, "Our Lord High God desires my glorious self to speak of our adventures through Terra. Therefore, I shall begin at the beginning, and end when it has ended."

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Now, from what I can tell is that you've just been told about my mistake of killing RS and LD. Yes. I killed them without realising who they actually were, and lamented my course of action. However, being an Undead has several perks, such as the removal of one's emotions due to some force within us all eating it all away. Though, it only affects those of us who are True Undead, and not someone like a vampire.

In any case, after the butchering of the three red-skinned Demons, we were escorted out of the temple and into the nearby courtyard. Of which was near the run down cathedral our Lord High God had resided within so long ago. Yes. I remembered it, though it was vague, and expressed a desire to enter it once more.

However, "I'm sorry sir, but you and the others are not allowed to leave our sight until we have someone to take your statement after the death of our King."

"Regardless," came my displeasure, "I am going to the cathedral. If you dare to stop me, then I shall use the blade my God had gifted my wondrous self to slay you all."

This statement caused those within earshot to reach for their swords, or tighten their grips on the spears, pikes, and halberds. Whereas I simply moved towards the structure which had once housed our Lord High God nearly a century beforehand. For although I desired to reach the interior, it was the God who bade me to do so, as He wished to relive the events. No. None of the pathetic Humans dared to stand in our way, as I gently held my God's sword body pointing blade first in front of my person.

Thus, we entered the building which had much of its west section removed so that the stone may be harvested for other projects around the castle. Of course, some of it has been changed, from what our Lord believed from his memories, but the rest was pretty much the same. For instance, the bed which was within the room behind the altar was missing, as was the large, stone throne which sat in place of said altar. There was also the missing portraits and paintings which hung around the place, but otherwise it was the same.

'Such nostalgia, Brutus,' His mental voice, so deep and rich which filled my entire being with excitement, entered my mind with a great sigh of joy, 'Truly, it is a wonder.'

"What is, My Lord God?" My own voice was quiet, as we made our way forward, past the rotting benches and chairs which once held large amounts of people at one time, and to the altar. Of which was twice my length, but half my height and was made of some sort of grey stone. Yes. Much like the castle's walls and itself.

'How the False God is able to recreate the world as I remember it, Brutus.'

Once more, I shivered from His voice, as I noted His mental self twirling in a slow circle to take in the scenery around us. Of which was construed by the silver mists which leaked from the pommel and formed a silhouette of his Kobold self before my person. "Perhaps it knew of your return, and sought your favour?"

'I highly doubt this is the truth, Brutus, as it would only do their best to hinder our movements more so than naught,' He mentally sighed, retreating back into the sword just as the clambering of several dozen metal feet charged towards the cathedral. Of which caused my person to turn slowly to find many of them slowly making their way into the space containing the rotting benches.

"Yes?" I called out to them, finding the situation quite amusing as they were the same Humans as before when they tried to bar my perfect self from entering, "Is there something the matter?"

"You are to come with us," spoke one of their number, "You are to hand over your weapons, too."

"And why should I do this?" Within my own mind, I was laughing alongside our Lord God, who also found the scenario amusing.

"We have testimony of you killing King Samiah. Therefore, you will cooperate until we bring in a Truth Master to-"

"How about no?" I called out, as my wondrously metallic self leapt into the air, over their heads, and landed in front of the one who I believed would dare to stand up to us. Upon so saying, the blade of my Lord God's sword body was raised high, then brought low quickly.

The eyes of the Human widen greatly at this point, which led to its mouth parting slowly as a crimson line flew down the body from the corner of its right eye, to the left hip. This was followed by the body falling apart in two pieces as a fountain of blood splashed the world around us. "So good," I released an unintentional squeal, as I noticed the beauty of so much blood whilst my lower body wiggled slightly from the scene.

"What the-?" began another, then screamed a feminine scream as I turned towards the noise it made with my God's sword body raised high above my person.

"Yes," a muffled moan hissed out of the face plate, "Scream. Shout. Call for your mothers. Do all this and more, as I paint the cathedral with your blood." This statement caused the whole of the group of guards to seek an exit, as I continued to raise and lower My Lord God's body in a repeated fashion. Which then created more fountains of blood that painted the floor, walls, and parts of the ceiling crimson. "More. MORE!"

My own laughter filled the whole of the ruined cathedral, and had even found its way outside. This summoned more guards, as well as the old mages from wherever they had been hiding to come towards my person with spells of fire, lightning, and ice. Yes. They fired off such spells, but because I held My Lord High God's sword body, each was deflected by his aura. Many of which flew into the castle walls, or simply splashed into the cathedral. "Ah, I haven't had this much fun in quite some time."

'Not even upon the desert world?' asked His mental voice.

To which I shook my head slowly, "No, My Lord God. Because that world was work, as I needed to direct the forces under your person. I could not let loose as much as I could here." My shoulders shrugged quickly, whilst my glorious body ran towards the closest Human.

However, a Dwarf blocked my path with a great axe swinging towards my midsection. Of which was blocked by the sword body of my God. "Oh?" My voice grew an octave as I stared upon the odd creature who grimaced up at my person, "I haven't used the blood of a Dwarf in quite some time. I wonder, what colour is your blood?"

Yes. I realised I was crazed at this point, but I was simply enjoying myself and desired a release of my non-existent built up stress. Which also meant the Madness had a grip upon my regal self, as I launched a series of blows upon the small creature who desperately tried to block everything thrown at it. However, it was slowly pushed back, which was not difficult and left several nicks and scratches all over its body.

Unfortunately for it, there was an acidic poison within the blade of my God's sword body. Of which caused the Dwarf to howl with pain, as its skin slowly melted of the body. This allowed my crazed self to witness the beauty of the fat and muscles below until it, too, slowly melted away.

No. The organs did not fall away, as I had decided to exert my will and energies onto the body. Of which caused the poison to slow to a crawl, whilst I reached down and lifted the small body of the Dwarf high into the air. "Yes," my voice, beautiful and crazed, flew through the air as my gaze fell upon another Dwarf who was held back by a pair of Hobgoblins, an Elf, and a Human, "This is what awaits all who dare to stand before me and my God."

Which led to the dying Dwarf's body to be tossed high into the air, whilst I readied the blade by resting it in my grip to the left of my body. Once it was parallel to my eyes, did I swing my God's sword body high, slicing the body in half. Which then released the spell keeping the poison from consuming more of the body, and the organs from falling away.