Army of the Damned

VOLUME 9 Chapter 3

Inside the Cathedral, the two could feel the history and culture hit them like a train. All of the walls and ceiling were painted and not a single area was left untouched. Their noses were then overrun by a sweet flowery scent, and in the Altar was a woman in a dark blue starry gown and long shiny silver hair. With the outfit clearly accentuating her curves and the woman's shiny elbow length gloves, gleaming and glittering like her entire ensemble. She knows who she is, her title and rank and position in the Kingdom. With the countless tiny stars on her evening gown, showing the boundless beauty she held and the reach of her hand that spans across everywhere and anyone to the Kingdom, to its Royals and Subjects with unbounded looks that would make even the High Elves feel jealous.

But the one question mark was Being far greater than her. Who shows no tact nor respect, but thrives off the anger and annoyance she feels while looking more elegant and prettier than any Vampire in existence. A creature that is far above even their immortal lives, that walks amongst them with glee and glutton.

"Grrrrrr... it's that Morgana lady again! Bwehhhh! Annoying woman, though thanks for the cheesecake!"

"Okay, that's enough. I do not plan on getting beheaded today."

The General then grabs Bahamut by the arm and they take a seat on a pew that was untaken while he shushes her. The powerful voice of the Bishop could be heard echoing through the Cathedral walls whose ancient age exudes from the concrete pillars and the statues. With the sun roofs letting the rays of the foreign star upon the quiet and calming atmosphere. Its ceiling painted with the birth of there God Angus, his subsequent defeat upon the hands of two other Gods and the birth of the first Vampire created with the help of other divine beings and to the present near the Altar, whose paintings on its wall depict the life of peace and solidarity of all Vampires from the turmoils they've gone through.

"Then! Let the witnesses of this contract know! Her Daughter of the Barbineaux family, Marcelle is now named Marcelline Tempest! Second daughter of his truly! Sir Max Tempest of the very House that started the revolt that forever changed our country. Miss Morgana Tempest Voltaire! Please give your blood to the contract and seal the oath!"

With a stylishly blinding dagger, the silver haired woman cuts her finger and smudges her signature with it. Not even a mere millisecond has passed and the small cut was completely gone and the amount of blood that touched the paper was miniscule at best. The paper contract then burns from the potent magical blood of the powerful Vampire and the Bishop claps. "And it is now solidified! Miss Barbineaux, please say the last things you wish to your family as you head off to your new life as a Noblewoman of the Voltaire House, under the name of the Tempest family! May our God Angus forever bless your eternity as a named Noble!" Like foreign tourists, Paul and Bahamut stayed silent. Just watching the entire thing happen right in front of them at the Altar while occasionally looking around to admire the building's design and complex architecture.

Bahamut most of all seeing one part of the painting when a Dragon came after the Kingdom with a human and a party of adventurers and on the Castle was Elizabeth with King Charles, sending their Legions to fend off against the powerful flying creature and some of them getting burned to crisp, with only ashes left on the ground and way before it, was another attack against the Kingdom but the city was smaller and the towns around it only a handful. But the attacker was a massive army led by a General wearing a monocle supported by a four winged Dragon with beautiful white skin. Which made the woman tilt her head in curiosity.

The two's attention was then taken by a lot of crying and sobbing by a family near the front row, the two parents holding handkerchiefs up their noses and eyes as they bawled out in the open. Dirtying their peasant robes, saddened like their daughter just died right before them, with Paul even being affected by the genuine cries of the family and soon, of their daughter. Unable to accept what was happening, though Bahamut just tilts her head once again. Confused at what is happening.