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Dante walked along the dead lands, desperately trying to hide the look of desperation on his face. A handful of Orc and Elven zombies and a Flesh Golem walked alongside him, as well as his pregnant wife. He smiled at her, as she smiled back. Dante wasn't sure whether she was mad, stupid or just desperate, but she was still with him.
"Love makes you all three," Elizabeth smiled.
"What?" Dante asked.
"You're thinking aloud, Dante," she smiled. "I can hear what you're saying."
"Oh," Dante said. "Well then. We need to keep going. Find you a doctor."
"Do you think the next town we find will be pro-Necromancy, or that they'll be so weak we'll be able to take over?"
"I don't know! I just want to do something!" Dante said in frustration. "I just want to feel like I didn't damn my wife and son to die wandering this wasteland! There's nothing for miles!"
They walked on for about a minute in silence, before Elizabeth spoke.
"A son, is it?"
"I need a warrior. Strong with the sword, stronger with magic. A son to carry on my name and hold the throne," Dante said.
"And if we have a daughter?"
"Hopefully she'll be pretty and stupid, and she'll bear strong grandsons," Dante replied.
"You're a sexist pig," Elizabeth laughed.
"What? I'm kidding!" Dante said. "How could I hate women? My mother was one!"
"You killed your mother," Elizabeth reminded.
"Fair point. Well, you're one. And if our daughter is half the woman you are, she'll rule the world."
"Agreed," Elizabeth said.
"It's a shame that'll never occur, though, because this is a strong son!" Dante said, patting his wife gently on the stomach. "Oh, he kicked! God, already trying to take out his old man, get the crown for himself!"
Dante laughed, before looking around at the desolate wastes. He squinted, before pointing.
"There! What's that?"
Elizabeth squinted, looking ahead.
"That's... a castle," Elizabeth said.
"They must have doctors!" Dante said. "We need to...!"
"They'll hang you," Elizabeth interrupted.
"You can go alone," Dante said.
"And leave you alone out here? You'd end up fucking the corpses," Elizabeth smiled.
"Elizabeth, you need to go!" Dante said.
The sky turned grey, as rain began to pour down.
"You'll catch a cold and die out here! You need to go!"
"I'm not leaving you, dear. We promised, 'till death do us part."
"When the fuck did we start caring about death?" Dante said. "You're being selfish. This isn't about you. This is about our son!"
Elizabeth smiled, sitting down on the mud covered ground.
"I'm fine. I won't need a doctor for a few days. We can walk up to one of the mountain villages, find a Dwarven Stronghold. Sneak in, find a doctor, and it'll all be alright. We could even raid the famous Dwarven Tombs," Elizabeth said.
"Terrific," Dante said. "We can't just keep walking. The Dwarven Strongholds are miles away."
"Do you have a better solution?" Elizabeth asked.
"Take the castle," Dante said, as Elizabeth laughed, as her now soaking hair hung against her face.
"How? We have barely any men!"
Dante sighed, looking down at the mud as rain hit his head. He watched as the mud washed away, revealing stones, dead tree roots and...
Dante paused, raising an eyebrow.
"What the fuck is that?" he asked.
Dante and Elizabeth stared as the rain washed the mud away from a pair of massive skeletons, caught in mid-battle upon their death. One was massive, that of a huge dragon, with its black scaly hide still draped over it, above what appeared to be a massive giant skull. Dante stared at it, dropping to his knees as he placed his hands on it.
"Holy shit," he laughed. "Elizabeth, I think the Gods might exist... and he loves me."
"Can you revive it?" Elizabeth said, staring down at the beast.
"The giant? No chance in hell. The dragon? Perhaps. Give me time."
Over the next hour, Dante worked. The spirits of life and undeath flowed through his soul and into the skeleton. The dragon began to glow with purple energy, as its hide stitched together, its hide tightened around its skeletal body. The life of undeath flooded into the creature, before after an hour, it let out a powerful screech towards the sky.
"It's mine," Dante whispered, stepping back.
The couple, as well as the Flesh Golem, stared as the Undead Dragon perched on the giant skull. It screeched towards the sky, before staring at its new master.
"The castle's ours, Dante," Elizabeth said.
"The castle? The world's ours, darling. You, me and our little Cain."
"Cain? Have you named him already?" Elizabeth laughed.
The Flesh Golem, Primus grunted and clasped his hands together.
"And Primus will have a place," Dante smiled, as he grabbed his wife around the waist. "I love you so, so much."
"Let's go take a castle, Dante," Elizabeth said.
"What's the castle called?" Dante asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Northock?" Elizabeth said, raising an eyebrow.
"It'll need a renaming," Dante mused. "Now, let's see if our little beast can fly."
Dante barked an order and watched as the undead dragon took to the air, and began flying towards the castle, like the Grim Reaper taken wing.
"Reaper," Dante said. "That'll do."
