Bow Before The Lord Marshal

The Lord Marshal's Wife

   It took time to adjust to your new title. The Necromongers treated you like a queen. They bowed before you, just like they did to their Lord Marshal, and they offered you gifts you didn't want or need. You didn't like their actions.

"How you all act is not the Necromonger way," you said to the crowd of gathered Necromongers.

"I am not a Queen. That is something that isn't a part of our religion. I am a soldier, just like you all. We all fight to convert, and we keep what we kill. We do not give gifts, or give anything away. We kill to take what we want. Gifts are just a waste. I do not want your gifts. If I wanted them, I would've fought you for them," you finished.

   The Necromongers cheered. They all saw you as a true Necromonger. Vaako chuckled, as he walked up behind you.

"Spoken like a true Necromonger," he whispered.

   You smiled, and tilted your head towards him. You saw the smirk on his face. His horned helmet made his face look sharper, and his eyes looked darker. It was sexy, but terrifying in its own way.

"That is because I am a soldier, just as they all are," you answered. "Your previous Lord Marshals obviously didn't know that."

"Our previous Lord Marshal never truly was a Lord Marshal, at least not in my eyes. Before Riddick, Zhylaw was a weak Lord Marshal. He never went into battle with his soldiers. He just stayed on the ship, until the battle was over," Vaako stated.

"Unlike you," you said softly.

   Vaako smiled.

"That's right. I fight alongside my soldiers, like a true Necromonger," he hissed.

   The Necromongers dispersed, and went about their duties. Vaako and you went towards the War Room. There was some planning you had to do before continuing your day.

   Entering the room, you saw a table with black liquid in it. You didn't know the science of it, but you'd seen a similar table once before. It was in your mother's basement. You weren't really allowed to go into the basement, but you did once when you were little. You'd gotten into a lot of trouble by taking a peek inside the old basement.
   You knew this was where the Necromongers made all their plans. When you entered, Vaako grabbed your wrist. Closing the door, he pressed you against the door.

"You're very beautiful today," he whispered into your ear. You smiled at him, and huffed.

"I'm in nothing special. Just my armor," you stated.

   Vaako chuckled, and took a step back. He walked over to the table, and leaned against it.

"I think it's very sexy," he stated. "A soldier in her armor. Just like a true wife of the Lord Marshal."

   Walking towards the table, you looked away from Vaako and into the liquid of the table.

"Well, I am a soldier. I should be in my armor, ready for battle," you stated. "So, where are we going next?"

   Vaako sighed, and looked down at the table. Waving his hand, a solar system came up out of the liquid. The solar system was the system the armada was currently in.

"Well, we are currently in the Lizak System. We've taken down each planet, but there's still one place for us to visit still," Vaako stated. Waving his hand again, a single planet came up, then he reached towards one of the planet's moons, and the moon became larger while the planet sank back down into the table.

"Hellax's moon, Jalandhar," he stated.

"What's there," you asked. "It's a small moon. I don't think there'd be anyone on it."

   Vaako chuckled.

"That's where you're wrong," he stated, and pointed at a point on the moon. The moon spun and enlarged itself into the outside of a cave. "Here, there's a small town, and a prison."

A prison? Why would he have any interest in a prison, you asked yourself.

"Why do you want to take this moon," you asked.

   Vaako looked at you.

"To make the Universe pure. We must convert all who are in this Verse," he stated, seemingly annoyed by your question. Taking a breath, Vaako waved his hand, and everything went back into the liquid of the table. Turning to you, he grabbed your hand in his.

"Unlike the Lord Marshal's before me, I want this Verse to be pure. That is our mission as Necromongers," he stated softly. "Or did you forget that, like everyone else has?"

   Taking your other hand, you placed it on his cheek.

"No, I hadn't forgotten," you stated. "I'm sorry I questioned it."

   Vaako grumbled, then he closed his eyes and leaned into your touch.

He seems softer in a way, but there's still something that's keeping him from completely being calm, you thought.

   Opening his eyes slowly, Vaako placed his hands on your hips and he gently pressed you against the table. The liquid of the table was licking the metal of your armor, but you craved the touch of your Lord Marshal.
  
"I can't explain it," Vaako stated. "It's like I want to be part of you in every way I can."

   He pressed his lips against yours gently and he pressed you back into the liquid of the table.  It was ice cold, but it wasn't uncomfortable. Pulling you back up, you felt the liquid fall from your body. It didn't stick to you like water did. It simply slipped off of your skin and off of your armor. Some landed on the ground, puddling together, and it glistened in the dim light of the room.

  Pulling away slowly, Vaako held you close to him.

"I am yours, as you are mine," he said softly.

   You opened your eyes and looked into his eyes.

"Yes," you said softly. "Yours and you're mine."

  Putting your hands on his cheeks, you kissed him again.

"However, we must purify this Verse," you whispered against his lips. "And we can't do that if we are constantly on each other."

  Vaako chuckled and looked down at you.

"You're right." He stated and slowly pulled away. "We must rally the troops."