Necron: The Legend Of Rezar DeathWind

Chapter 306: Undercurrents

LENORE:

Lenore spat at the floor, annoyed at everyone and everything, but it was mostly at Gynaika. The impromptu meeting two days ago, had given everyone a whole bunch of tasks to carry out, but what really pissed Lenore of was Gynaika's snoopy attitude. The manufacturing of the Medusa Biomechs were supposed to be Morte Bianca's top secret, no one was supposed to know apart from Lenore, Alistair, Rezar and the engineers involved. How that snake of a vampire queen was able to find out completely baffled her, and there were only two things that could expose such a tidbit of information.

It was either she has a mole planted amongst the engineers, or that weak faced Alistair was still licking at her boots. Lenore knew Gynaika had curbed her voracious appetite for power, but of course it wasn't completely eliminated as she was still making moves, even though Rezar was not seeing it, or he was seeing it and choosing to ignore it because she doesn't seem to be a threat yet. But Lenore hated things not being done in the open, sure a whole lot of political maneuvering and schemes will have to be carried out in the dark, which was why Gynaika was the one traveling south and not east like Lenore; however, such shady dealings with the people that are supposed to be not just your allies but your family was downright annoying.

Lenore had no idea what she was after, but be that as it may she would not let it stop her from doing what she was supposed to do. And when the time came and she proves to be more than Rezar or Morte Bianca can handle or tolerate, Lenore would be the one to take her head off and bathe in her blood. But be that as it may there was a task in front of her that she had to take care of right now, and that was going east and raining fire and lead on the heads of those wild tribe savages. Them being related to the bloody vampire queen Gynaika was a bonus that would make this extremely satisfying.

"Your Highness Queen Lenore!" Lenore rolled her eyes as she turned to the young Cadet responsible for delivering her reports within the aviation base.

"I'm not queen yet Scott, just a queen in waiting. However, I actually prefer first General Lenore, and you will do well to remember it and address me with the proper title, am I understood!"

"Sir! Yes! Sir."

"Good. Now tell me Scott, what is it?" Lenore asked as she shifted her gaze to an orc driving a forklift with a couple of boxes on it.

"Danse Macabre has been prepped, loaded, fueled and ready for takeoff. The rest of the fleet has also completed her preparations and are ready to begin the first combat mission of Morte Bianca's air force!" Lenore couldn't help but chuckle at the young man, his enthusiasm was way more than any other person involved in this project, not even her or Rezar would have been this excited.

"very well then Scott, sound the alarm and have all troops in position, we are moving out in 20, and make sure when this is all done you get your ass back to the academy. I better not catch you stowed away on any of my ships or ill have you kicked out of the academy, am I clear." Lenore asked as she marched forwards not even waiting for him to reply as he affirmed her orders and went on to relay it. It was time for Lenore to take to the skies.

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The construction of roads within Morte Bianca and too its neighboring kingdoms and territories hadn't expanded southwards into the Kerwood forest. This part of Elysium was still as wild and as untamed as it used to be before the Rejuvenation. It was why they had to ride through the forest on Forest wolves, rather than driving through it in cars. Flying was also out of the question as such an appearance would be completely and totally unexpected for the people they were going to meet.

Gynaika had much on her mind as she rode towards their first destination, a trio of wood elf towns that were in a marriage alliance with an underground kingdom of dark elves. She had sent some messages ahead saying she would be meeting both parties at the border the shared with Morte Bianca, or better yet it wasn't to say it was a border, bu8t the wide stretch of forest between all three destinations that have become infested with bandits and criminal orcs. It wasn't a safe place to be, but then again Gynaika was not a safe person to be around, she was fully and amply prepared for this journey.

"why did you think it necessary that I had to come along? I was away from you and your bloody mind tricks, free to live my life anyway I saw fit, and then you saw if feat to drag me into the cesspool of unpredictability and death you Biancans cherish so much." Tristian complained, as he looked to the left, his Hobgoblin features seemingly blending in with the green of the forest.

"You say you Biancans like you are not a part of us Tristian, such a train of thought will get you killed." Gynaika said as she shifted her weight on the Necrotic forest wolf, getting mo0re comfortable as the giant wolf trudged through the forest.

"I am not afraid of death; neither am I afraid of you or your bloody husband!"

*Hissssss!!*

Lenore had to raise her hands to prevent the contingent of vampires and soldiers from ripping Tristian into pieces. Everything he has just said could and would be considered high treason, to speak ill of the king in such a manner was grounds for his execution; Rezar was not just feared and loved, he was also wholly worshiped by his people. And it was to such a fanatical fervor that Gynaika sometimes was a little too scared to make moves for fear of having her throat slit by her own pawns who see Rezar as a Savior.

"You should be careful with your words Tristian, I still have use for you, which is why you are alive, and it is the reason 'He' has left you alive. If not, by now you would be quite a few feet in the ground, and that pregnant wife of yours would have to be subjected to the torture of me ripping her stomach open and retrieving the baby in it, before throwing it into a waiting fire, so please I beg you. don't fucking cross me, or speak ill of my King Husband."

Tristian's eyes widened as Gynaika called his bluff, sure he was prepared to die for his words. But these way his family will be safe. And one way or the other, he would find his way back to them in his next life, and not even the complete erasure of his memories will stop him. But now Gynaika was well aware of his secret, and beyond that she was willing to use it to threaten him.

He was no fool, all this time he has mostly been under her thrall and control, so without a shadow of a doubt he knew she meant each and every single word she had just spoken. Morte Bianca might be a new kingdom, but a rotten underbelly has already taken form, and she was the at the helm of the cancer. Gynaika was not a woman searching for power for a definite or just cause, she was sick! An addict. She had no control and she wanted everything, even when she's willing to fully submit to Rezar. Just being near her was horrifying, and now even death wouldn't set him free from her grasp.

"You should be thankful I'm actually fond of you, if I wasn't you would either be dead already, as the numerous assassination attempt from your old employers would have ended you a long time ago. I do admit watching wave after wave of them try to kill you has been ultimately exciting and entertaining, which was why I let you live. That and of course your mind for politics and diplomacy, when it comes to that, there's no one better that I'd rather have by my side."

Tristian sighed as he shook his head, clenching the reigns of the Necrotic forest wolf a little tighter than normal and prompting a cry from the creature. He looked up to Gynaika with tear filled eyes and asked.

"Will I ever be free of you, will you let me go to just live my life and be happy. I've paid the price ten times over for going against Rezar Deathwind, so why must you both torture me so." Gynaika burst out laughing, her sultry and deep voice reverberating through the forest and causing a shudder to wrack Tristian's body.

"You're inconsequential to him, you're a fly and he is the wind that sustains the world. He has no quarrel with you, no use at all for you. Which is why he's not the one torturing you. And let me just be honest with you Tristian, until I say it's enough, your sins will not be absolved, and you will continue to serve at my feet until I decide to let you go, now that my sweet goblin King, is torture."