Zuldoor knelt in front of his liege's throne. The zombie king in front of him radiated ethereal death. Blue flames poured from his cracked, white skin. The king was covered in ancient black robes with blue stitching, and a crown of pearly blue adorned his head.
The king tapped his black staff against the stone floor next to his throne, his voice coming out deep and otherworldly. "So...Why have you come back to me Zuldoor?"
Zuldoor didn't answer immediately. He looked up from his kneeling position and acknowledged mentally how pathetic he seemed. He was without halberd, and his armor was torn to bits. All of his undead companions were wiped out, and he was entirely alone. Perhaps in days of old, Zuldoor would be stricken with fear, but his undead permanence had washed those feelings away long ago.
"My Liege, My Great King Kazaldoor, death is not enough for me."
King Kazaldoor nodded. "It's true. Doing nothing, returning to me, and then groveling is worthless. Death is too light for you, even as we are undead. Though, that is not the question I asked. I want to know why you've come back to me. Surely, being reduced to nothing would have been better."
"I have only saved myself as a measure of caution for you, My Liege. An anomaly showed up at this moment in time."
The king tapped his staff against the ground. "An anomaly, you say? I saw it, and I understand the situation."
King Kazaldoor lifted his arm, and black figures started forming behind Zuldoor. They rose up like little black blobs. Then they formed into a mass of skeletons, zombies, liches, and wraiths. An entire army rose from within Kazaldoor's giant throne room.
"My Liege?"
"Don't you see, Zuldoor? Now is the time. With someone so powerful on the surface, this gives our conquest meaning. Let the armies of the dead flood the world, and let that woman become our satiation."
Kazaldoor tapped his staff on the ground again, and the army in front of him stomped their feet in unison. The wraiths screeched their approval, and the mass of undead answered their king's call.
King Kazaldoor chuckled. "We will cross the barrier between worlds, and we will lay siege to the land. The witch's spell has weakened for the last time, and we end this endeavor with a vengeance of the ages. The plain of mortals will once again know of the terror of Kazaldoor, and we will slaughter them. Only in death, will they join the ranks of my army."
Zuldoor's glowing blue orbs shone in the darkness, mirroring the excitement of his leader. Would he be allowed to walk among their ranks even after his failure? Would the king permit such a thing? The undead's body boiled with a thirst for revenge.
The king grinned. "I know your feelings well, knight. Worry not, you will be given your chance. Only after you set everything right will I allow you to be destroyed."
Zuldoor nodded. "Yes, my liege."
"And this time," King Kazaldoor said, "I will see to it that none of you sully my good name."
Magic crystallized around the king's body, and armor started forming over his robes. The pieces of metal were as black as the abyss surrounding the castle, and they were as spiky as the horns of a dragon. The armor wriggled as if living black vines were holding it altogether.
King Kazaldoor's black staff radiated with the might of the entire dead army. Blue flames formed over its crystal, and a giant ring began to form in the air above the army.
Zuldoor looked at the performance of Kazaldoor with glistening, fiery blue orbs, but soon he was graced with a look of puzzlement. "But how...my liege?"
"In a way, your blunder has led me to breaking the seal. No more words need to be said. Let us speak to the living on the battlefield."
King Kazaldoor pointed his staff towards the ring, and a large blue fireball formed at the tip. "The flames of purgatory will bring all of them to me. [Great Purging Flame]!"
The blue fire rushed forwards and went straight through the portal. An explosion resounded on the other side, and the mortal plain opened up to them.
Zuldoor saw the grasslands on the other side. The once delicate prairies started cracking, blue light spilling from the openings. Zuldoor looked up towards the ceiling of Palace Kazaldoor, and it too began to crack with blue. The shackles of the seal were breaking, and Zuldoor could feel his body being pulled upwards.
It was the same for the rest of the undead. All of them began floating towards the ceiling. The blue ring had disappeared, but the army would soon spring forth.
Zuldoor passed through the light of purgatory, and he blinked open his orbs to the mortal world. He watched his undead companions crawl out of the ground and spring up from the grass. They all sprouted like trees.
One by one, the army formed over the plains. Zombies wielding swords, skeletal archers in the back, and liches behind them. The wraiths screeched all at once.
For the first time in centuries, the army of Kazaldoor awakened to the world of mortals.
The king himself placed a hand on Zuldoor's shoulder, and he pointed towards the small village in front of them. "It's a shame that our once glorious home has been reduced to this. Just look at them. They…"
Before he could finish, a pink sphere formed in front of the two, and a pink haired girl crawled out of it. Her vivid purple eyes shone in the moonlight, and the tip of her hat wiggled in the wind.
Of all things she could do, she smiled. The white fangs of the one who'd taken Zuldoor's halberd showed themselves.
What's more, she dared to wave around his weapon in front of him like some kind of tempting fruit of a divine tree, and her voice was grating to Zuldoor's ears. It came out light and without a care in the world.
"Do the two of you even realize what you did? You intervened in what could have been a great memory. Oh well, I guess I will have to thank you both for cutting it off. The truth is...I have actually never kissed anyone before!"