Pestilence: Rise Of The Pure Undead
Chapter 831 - 831: Meaning Of Love

"I know it's meant to buy time, but I have a hard time accepting that we are allowing the undeads to spew their toxic belief right at us" Milo sat on the roof of a house, the sessions of preaching took place near the barrier, the livings stayed on their side, and the undead stayed in theirs, the latter currently making an explanation of what they called the 'aspects of death'.

"You don't need to stand guard everytime one of their preachers comes by, you know? The barrier is in the middle anyways, they can't do anything foul, if anything, they are taking more risks than us here"

"Why do you come to watch every time then?" asked Milo.

Toby turned to him, and looked around for a few seconds before responding.

"I am hiding"

"...From your wife? Why?"

"She has made further progress in her beast communion with the Jokras, and let me tell you, it was one hell of a breakthrough, she has that adorable little bunny snout now- But most importantly, her libido got higher again, but so did her strength! And somehow, breeding season just triggered for no reason! So you know, I was in danger of losing my life, so whenever I can, I go take a break from getting my sorry flesh minced through repeated blunt force trauma" he adjusted his glasses.

"Shouldn't you like… Talk to her about it?"

"Milo, It's breeding season, she is compelled to breed, you can't reason with her like this, and you shouldn't anyways! I am just taking a break before getting back to it, she starts feeling ill if she doesn't follow her instincts for too long"

"Well… That's rough buddy"

"Nah, it's fine, I like it… It's just that I am not as durable as you are, it would be pretty bad if my pelvis just fractured, wouldn't it? And I wouldn't want to have Minli heal that sort of injury, talk about embarrassing" the otherworlder chuckled to himself.

"By the way, if I may ask… It might be a little insensitive, but I am quite curious"

"Go ahead, Milo"

"How many children did you two have together by now? I know they are raised communally according to the realm's customs, but like- How many? Every other story you have involve you and Ooaluz going at it some way or another"

Toby scratched his cheek and thought for a few moments, clearly trying to count in his head.

"At least a hundred, probably more than that"

"By the gods"

"Well- In our defence, she always has like… Five at once! And the more Jokra she becomes, the greater the number has been getting over the years, so yeah, we aren't actually doing it that much, she isn't a Jokra, but she really wants to only have babies after mating season is over, you know, to further commune with them?"

"Isn't there only one mating season per year?"

"Weeeell… I mean, accidents happen, alright? She isn't exactly like a Jokra, and I am only human! I am a man, my wife wants to do stuff, I agree, because I am always ready for that, you understand what I mean?"

"I do"

Toby sighed, looking back at the undead preacher of the day.

"Why do they go from awful corpses, to perfectly preserved priestesses, back and forth like that?"

"Who knows what goes on inside of their warped minds, but I feel that they are trying to appeal to the emerald folks in some ways, well, to the men at least with those priestesses, the other day, it was a tanned young woman who talked about the suns in the empire and demonstrate some sort of vapour-like energy, and today, it's some sort of tiger beast girl"

"She doesn't look a lot like a corpse" remarked Toby, even the priestesses who were sent to preach clearly because they were what the undeads believed the livings would view as eye candy, even if they weren't skeletons and putrid messes, it was pretty obvious that they were undeads, corpse paleness and regular paleness were completely different things, or perhaps Toby had just learnt to tell the two apart without any problem.

"Because she is covered in fur, and said fur is well-kept, probably was groomed before coming here, I guess"

Neither of the two men actually knew what sort of beastfolk that was, there were way too many variations of those to actually know whatever strange names had been decided upon to differentiate them, but this priestess had what seemed like full-body fur since her face had it as well, but also human hair and a face structure much closer to a human's than that of a tiger, in short, she looked a lot like a beast worshipper that had advanced communion and was just in between the beast and sapient forms.

Most worshippers considered this the most ideal state to stay at, striking a perfect balance between emerald folk and beast, though since they never stopped communions, staying in such a form was not that simple, so clearly, the undeads knew of this and had decided to pick this priestess for that exact reason.

She wasn't a beast worshipper and simply looked like that naturally, but all that mattered was that she looked the part and could force the attention of the beast worshippers so that they would listen to what she had to say.

Truly, undeads using beauty to lure in victims sounded ridiculous, but it was happening right before their eyes.

"-Then, there is the aspect of Love! It might seem similar to Compassion on the surface, but Compassion is all about understanding one another, even those that might be deemed heretical, Love is what Death expresses tower each of her children, it is the sacred bond that unites all of undeadkind together, regardless of whether or not an undead is linked to the highest form of death, that link still exists in between each and all, Love grants the dead strength and together, and Love grants the dead strength even when alone, for Love goes far beyond physical reach or even the limits of one's senses! To be dead is to be loved! To be dead is to embody Love! To love is to be dead!" the feline undead threw her arms wide open, after such a lengthy speech spoken with such swiftness, any living preacher would be out of breath.

But of course, an undead knew no such weakness.

"If you desire Love, step forward and join us, even the simplest of workers enjoy the full benefits of Death's all-encompassing Love, no one is left behind… No one that dies will be without Love"

No one stepped forward.

"Thank you for your attention today"

Milo and the priestess exchanged a glance, and she just did a praying gesture toward him.

"Freaking lunatics…"

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