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What do I do now? That is the ultimate question. Now that she is gone. The words sting as I say them. I can't believe that she affected me the way that she did. I miss her. I spent five years in an Ice covered hell to protect her and she threw it away. She signed on with mercs and got thrown in one of the worst places in the galaxy. But somehow she managed to survive it. She managed to survive escaping the fire planet. She survived being captured by Necros and she survived their conversion. She defied their conversion even. The whole time she knew her place was with me and she wasn't going to let anyone take it from her. She killed for me and in the end she died for me.

I sat alone in the chambers that the previous Lord Marshall called his own. The only thing that he and I had in common was a need for the dark. No lights, no windows, no candles. Nothing but pitch black. No one was around, no one could hear me, but I couldn't cry for her. As loud as the beast inside me howled for her I couldn't cry. I wanted to but I couldn't.

I was pulled from my thoughts when I heard footsteps coming down the hall. Large and heavy but they walked with caution. That could only be Vakko. So the whelp finally came to kill me. The footsteps paused at the door. I could smell him, and I could smell his fear. Let's have some fun. Before he could knock I simply said "Come in Vakko". I could smell his fear grow far more pungent, which caused a cruel smile to form at my lips. He entered and dropped down to one knee with his head to the floor. I waited for him to address me, but it dawned on me he was waiting to be acknowledged. Oh yeah, I forgot that they had customs. "Get your ass up Vakko and tell me what the hell you want now".

Slowly he righted himself, the whole time his head remained pointed to the ground and his eyes remained locked on his boots. He wasn't in his usual armor. In fact he had no armor and no weapons on him. Maybe he wasn't here to kill me. His voice brought me out of my thoughts. "My Lord this may be a delicate subject and kill me if you may but hear me out first. She can be brought back. She is in the UnderVerse but you control all."

Yup, now I'm going to kill this little punk. He's pissed me off and the beast wants blood. "Don't talk about her." My voice was quiet and like ice, and the next part I couldn't help but shout. "YOU KNOW NOTHING! YOU'RE THE REASON SHE IS DEAD! YOU AND YOUR PRECIOUS LORD MARSHALL. YOU COULDN'T LEAVE ME ALONE! YOU HAD TO FOLLOW ME TO THE PRISON PLANET! YOU HAD TO TAKE ME BACK OR KILL ME! I WAS GOING TO LEAVE WITH HER! I WAS GOING TO ANOTHER GALAXY AND NEVER CROSS YOUR PATH AGAIN! WE COULD HAVE ALL LIVED AND GONE OUR OWN WAY!" With the final word I slammed a fist into his face. He staged back a little and I slammed my knee into his stomach. He dropped immediately to his knees and planted my boot onto the side of his face. He stayed on his knees and I could smell his blood.

He beast inside growled in satisfaction and I wanted the kill but something told me to wait and hear him out. Maybe I should give him some false hope that I might let him live. The beast likes that idea. First time in a long time that we have agreed on something besides Jack, I mean Kyra. Wait, this is about Kyra. So that's why he's being so agreeable.

"Please hear me out, My Lord! Please you can get her back." Vakko looked straight at me as he pleaded with me to listen. He reeked of fear. Kinda like he knew that I was going to kill him for even talking about her.

His voice cut through my thoughts "Please, My Lord. You can her back. You can be together. I can take you there."

*sigh* He could be telling the truth or he could be setting a trap. But if it means that there could be a chance I would have her again. Even if it is the tiniest chance in hell, I'd fight death for her. I've even contemplated dying just to be with her, but the more I thought about it the less I thought that it would work. Well, let's hear what the twerp has to say.

"Vakko, you better make every word you say count, because if you say one wrong word I will paint the halls of this fortress with your blood." Yeah that scared him. Now he can't even look at me.

"Thank you my Lord. The UnderVerse is where she went. She can be retrieved. Even in death you are not dead. You saw the Holy Half Dead. If there is a body a Necromonger soul can be brought back."

I cut in "Oh that seems easy, except for the fact that you assholes destroyed her body. You couldn't even wait until she cooled off before you mopped her blood up."

"My Lord we still have her body. I couldn't let them destroyed her. I had it put in stasis. I switched her crypt with the fallen Lord Marshall's. You see necromoner tradition is that when a Lord Marshall falls he will be put in stasis and when we reach the UnderVerse we are to bury them in the Great Hall where they belong. However I never agreed with that tradition. If they couldn't take us back to the UnderVerse in life then they shouldn't get to be buried there. I switched her crypt with the fallen Marshall. His body was destroyed and she was frozen. Please I know what it is like to have the one thing you truly love taken away from you." With this last statement Vakko dropped his head to look at his feet.

"Trust me I have done things in the name of a faith not my own. In the name of an army not my own. I have laid with a woman that I should not call mine. I may be married to Dame Vakko but she is not my wife. All necromongers have all had to lose and grieve before we could be accepted as converts. I was not always such a heartless bastard. Well I was a bastard but not always heartless." Vakko says the last part with a slight smile.