Army of the Damned

VOLUME 6 Chapter 3

Bahamut looks behind the carriage to see if Paul was alright. He was just calmly sleeping in his bedroll with a hand over his wound. "You seem to love that Mon'krol very much."

She wanted to reply but stopped midway, with her mouth open and revealing her four fangs. Two on the upper jaw, and another two on the bottom jaw. "What? It's not like it'll be anything bad." Squinting at him, she briefly turned her face away. "Food, if you wanna get-" She's then interrupted by him. "Look, I can see it all over your face. You look like a worried wife." Still not as used to a mortal body, she unknowingly blushes. "Heh."

Annoyed, she scares the small pig man with her eyes and hands. Looming over Zergel like a shadow from the clouds engulfing the ground. "May I remind you that I can cut open a Dragon or even a Giant with my bare hands."

"OKAY! OKAY! I APOLOGIZE!"

She then goes back to her original straight up position. Zergel couldn't help but look at her with lustful eyes, her beauty was that of a Divine Being. Beyond comprehension and even far away, you could tell that this person isn't fully one of the mortal kin. Holding so much beauty, as if she was coated with the best desires of Mankind and turned it into flesh and bones.

"Sir Jackson mentioned to me that you are a very powerful Divine Priestess this morning..." she kept her face away from him. Staring at the road with fallen branches all over the barely visible path as the dark green trees were slowly being overtaken by the brown and yellow ones with their leaves falling down onto the ground and wisp away into the beyond.

"Can you... maybe undo what the Demon King has done to me? It... has been hundreds of years since I stopped looking for a way to return to normal... I can barely remember who I was." Unable to peer her face away, she looked at him with a visible frown on her face as she lifted her hand and touched his pink pig skin.

Her eyebrow quickly lifted up as she leaned in closer to him. "Hmmm... I might be able to..." her long sharp nails caressed his skin as she held his arm. "The God that did this to you is quite... good." her head tilted sideways as she began to look into his very biological make up through her eyes alone. "I can salvage your mortal soul but I'd need a new form to put it in. I cannot undo this form you have now." She slowly turns away from him. Her hands crossed on top of her thighs. "It is far too mended now. Your former body is now this from how long it was. But, at least your personality survived. The curse that was moving your loyalty had mostly dissipated."

This made her tilt her head slightly to an angle as she constantly looked down on him. "Which is odd... why would a God not put a permanent one tied to your soul? Or... was it cut somewhere?" her golden eyes began to glisten as her head angled straight once again. "Then, could it be that the beings that did this to you return their control over your soul, mind, and body?"

"I hope not. Pigmen like me usually served as backline troops. We fueled the Goblins and turned scraps to gruel. But... after our General was defeated. We were free, heck I was once a married man... She was the prettiest brown pig I've met..." Bahamut ignores Zergel. She just looks forward and continues to watch their surroundings.

"Oh, was she a good time, from day to night." Still, the Dragon woman ignores him. "And she baked the best pie in the entire town." Bahamut just looks the other way, not planning on interacting with him as she contemplated heavily on him and the Werewolves they encountered a few days ago. "Look, what I'm trying to say... is that you better make a move. He doesn't look much, but I can see potential within that man's soul."

"I'm not interested in such things, it's not in my nature. I just want to adventure with him."

"Heh, so you're that type huh? What? Got competition?"