Army of the Damned

VOLUME 12 Chapter 7

Hearing a hum, Jackson opens his eyes to the rattling sound of the carriage's bogies bouncing about on the rocky mountainside road they are taking. The ceiling above him being the grayish tarp that's waggling along the strong gust of wind that's hitting them from every direction and soon, as his senses sharpened, he could hear the laughing and talking of people and a human being emitted from his own chest. Looking down on himself, he could clearly see Bahamut all balled up right above to where his heart is, the Dragon sleeping so soundly that it seems to be in a trance as it sang.
Having such a motherly voice, he couldn't help it but be at peace. The theme and battle song of the Dragons from the South, something he'd hear in the background now being hummed by such an entrancing voice. "The Dragons Song of Lament..." The blackened winged lizard then awakens. A single eye and it glowed a golden hue. "Yes, Master." She went back to immediately humming it, the low and long stretches of hums making it seem like a Church song for the dead and grieving. "Why?"

"Seeing the Lizards and the Demons working together... May Albion bless us and Dragonkind."

He then slowly scoops up the Dragon. Placing it on his shoulder as he could see the ancient woman. Finished with his cape, is now adding her own touch to it. Flowers of differing kinds, all with thorny roots are being drawn onto the sides of his cape.

"Uhm... Elizabeth, you know that cape was made to specifically have a skill right?"

"Do not worry, My Lord. I bought this from the Merchant we met at a discount price. I have put a bit of my magic onto it."

"Will it affect the Light Step and Feather Drop effect the cape gives me? I really need that since my armor is so heavy and falling down from great heights usually makes a crater."

"I assure you, My Lord, it won't be affected. I am actually improving upon it a bit more." He then slides out of his bedroll and proceeds to clean up his bed and sits next to her. Observing her careful needlework.

She had various other flowers accompanying the four Blood Roses on the corners of his rectangular cape all with their petals opened and curved perfectly. He nods at the fine detail she's putting into it. Not letting one area of the side be untouched with her fine craftsmanship as her emerald eyes pierced down to the very fabrics she's touching, carefully and masterfully weaving it into something pleasing to one's eyes.

"These are the flowers that I onced grew in my garden, My Lord."

"Hm. Those are some pretty ones."

"Of course. My Lord, you already know that we Vampires are much like these flowers, right?"

"Yeah. Something about being flowers that never wither or something like that."

"Mhm. I hope you may carry this back to your world and be reminded of us, My Lord. Maybe one day... if you ever find a way to return here after you're done with all your dealings on Earth. You'd know that we hadn't withered a single day and are still in full bloom."

Jackson's hand then lifts his cape. The man carefully looks into the work she's put into his beloved cape. The very same one he had worn over countless battles even way before Bahamut was with him.

A smile then catches her eyes as he can be seen caressing it with his thumb. "Hm. I'll be sure to do that." The carriage then soon stops over to the right of the mountainside road. Mere inches from the long hard fall down to the river that weaves through the range. "M'Lord, we'll relax here for a few minutes. The plateau in the far distance should be the one that houses Janishaire." The Knight then looks around to see that there is a circular section of the road that's large enough to fit about thirty to fifty carriages and more were parked on the path itself that'd widen every so often.