The God of the Dead watched with eerie pleasure as the battle continued. The Nightmare carved it's way through the undead only for more to rise up in the place of their fallen brethren. For every one that fell ten pulled themselves from the Underworld. A fate befallen many an adventurer, hero and demon alike. One Draugar was hardly a challenge for any skilled enough with a blade but ten of them. Twenty, fifty, one hundred, one hundred thousand. To be overwhelmed by the moaning forces of the dead as they come for your flesh was an end many have met to the silent approval of the Lord of the Void. The Nightmare pet of his sister was soon realizing its folly for its tireless work to eradicate the dead only served to bolster their numbers. The horde swarmed around it with wicked looking ancient weapons in their ghoulish hands. Axe's forged eons ago bit into the shifting form of the beast. Rusted blades made in forges long since forgotten to time stabbed the beasts writhing body. Nasty looking bludgeons struck the monster without mercy again and again. The beasts pain pleased the God of Death as he watched on without a word. With the constantly growing horde of the undead fighting beside him Cauld launched his attack with his newly formed blade in his hands. Back in the land of the Dead Arktorius ceased his vigil on the battle with Lilith's creature just long enough to hear his brothers call.
"Brother...YOU have done well brother...Without you, it may not have been possible that we stand in this accursed realm now. When we crush this realm, and the false goddess, the souls of the mortals shall fill your Void, for you to take. The soul of Mora is the only one i require..."Baron Praxus' voice echoed in the mind of the Death God and a hollow smile of pride etched it's way onto Malakath's face.
"Dearest brother... As passionate as ever..."He said aloud to no one, his words getting carried away in the cold winds of the Underworld. It was then that his eyes flicked up to stare off into the cold and snow as he sensed the approach of a figure he had not seen since his imprisonment. A celestial being of power that watches over the world. A being of light as well as darkness. The mother
moon herself.
"My Dark Lord, how I've awaited your return."
She spoke, her words a lusty cooing as only a lover can make. Her body adorned with a tantalizing black ensemble. So different from the elegant flowing white one she wore during Arktorius' imprisonment. Malakath's body shifted and became shadow as it darted toward her, speeds unimaginable the Moon Mother was unable to track it with her celestial gaze before he appeared before her. His massive hulking form so different to her lithe, curvaceous one. His hand rose slowly and cupped her cheek as he spoke.
"Luna..."He said, his voice a dark whisper. She nuzzled her head into his hand tenderly.
"My King of-"
Her words were cut off as the hand that was lovingly caressing her cheek then sent her flying with a rough slap that wracked her body with pain. The Moon mother crashed into an ice mountain with such force, cracks shot up from the epicenter. She collapsed to the cold ground with a whimper as her body trembled in pain.
"You dare enter my realm after that thing you spawned from your womb called itself a God and took part in my imprisonment?"Arktorious asked, his voice taking on a low and haunting ghost like tone as it drifted to Luna and enveloped her. She gritted her teeth in pain as the blood of the moon dripped from the side of her perfectly lusheous lips and stained the snow of the underworld.
"Words cannot express my shame Great Master of Death. With your absence I lost my way, lost myself. My daughter was a fool. Caylim is... No child of mine if she thinks herself your equal."
The eyes of the Death God glared at her suspiciously. Luna was always much too afraid of him to betray him but during his imprisonment the lack of his dark influence left her free to make her own choices, and her choice was to ally herself with her daughter and the New Gods. She would need to learn her place.
"A fact you can prove to me, in time for when I take Caylim Grace's soul you will have the chance to tell her yourself. Now... what to do with you?..." He asked forebodingly as he slowly made his way to stand before her. She looked up at him with wanting eyes as her demeanor took on a much more sensual nature.
"Your stresses must be great my Lord after all those years cooped up in that blade, allow me to show you what won me your favor upon our first meeting."
She said seductively as she ran her hands up his thighs to his chest. She started to rise but his cold grip on her shoulder halted her.
"For that.... You should remains on your knees..."