In an other underground area, hidden from sight by everyone, a room had been carved out of the hard soil, the corners and walls were perfectly smooth, indication of great craftmanship or great magic usage.
The room seemed to be meant to be a crude throne room, on its subpar throne, an incredibly tall woman was sitting, she was wearing a red robe with no sleeves whatsoever, the robe had golden patterns on its edges that seemed to be fading away.
Her uncovered arms rested on the cold stone of the makeshift throne but no coldness was to be felt for she was much colder, her skeletal arms did not feel any of it.
Her right arm was much larger than the other, as if it had once belonged to someone else entirely, each of the two hands had rings on each of the fingers, some dried bits of skin and flesh could be seen on certain parts of her arms but where the remnants of flesh was the clearest was her neck.
Stuck to her neck, an unidentifiable tube remained in near pristine condition alongside dried up muscles, stuck to dried bits of skin, a few darks strands of long black hair hung down.
Her hollow sockets were completely filled with nothingness as she gazed at the seven other people in the room, seven of her allies, both fateful and luck encounters, she had managed to gather each of them through the promise of whatever they could think of upon her success here.
She had come from far away, from the lands of undeath, the dead continent, where the undead strived.
She had traveled to this continent with the objective of expanding the undead rule further but soon after her arrival, one of her subordinates had decided to leave and form his own force of attack, calling it the Cult Of Rot, this event was why she had decided to call for the help of this seven people.
Each of them were intrinsically linked due to the nature of their present existence, each of them harbored one of the sins that the god of control reviled, they were relatively fresh when it came to their generation of sins, for new sins to emerge, all of the previous ones needed to be dead as well as those who opposed them.
Before them, there was the seven capital vices, this new generation was that of the seven cardinal sins.
The one responsible for assigning people and creatures as holders of the sins wasn't the god of control himself but another entity, the one known as the system, the omnipresent entity that was known to all beings.
Each of them had their peculiarities but one stood out the most, due to having every each bit of her skin covered by a mask of brilliant light, she was wearing what appeared to be the clothes a priestess but the design of it wasn't anywhere to seen but on herself, the light that covered her was brilliant but not assaulting to the eye, it was even appeasing in a way due to the holy nature of it.
Just like all of the other, her name had been lost upon becoming a sin and replaced by her title altogether, she was Pride and was mostly here to flex her superioty in the face of the others, it was all of the reason she needed to be part of this.
The second most noticeable was Sloth, who, while laying down as she currently was, appeared to be nothing more than a pile of cloth with a grey wig, she was noticeable due to her impressive size, she was six meter tall, equally matching her brethen that were full beasts and weighted just as much as them, except that due to her much more humanoid build, everything was much more compact.
Gluttony stood still, her blue eyes wide open at all times, with her well combed blonde hair and small frame, she appeared to be just a sculpture or doll that was to stand there indefinitely.
Everything apart from her head and feet were hidden by a cloack fashioned out of burlap, still, despite the innocent appearance, anyone would notice how out of place she always appeared.
Lust was casually laying on the pile of cloth that was Sloth, she was wrapped in dark clothing that appeared to be fashioned for the desert, a blindfold of the same color was covering her eyes completely, her slightly bluish hair were slicked back, showing her forehead in full, a content smile rested on her face at all times.
Envy stayed a bit afar from the others, diverting her gaze from anything but the wall, her ears were in pointy, indicating that she may be an elf, she wore a beautiful dark dress that complimented her pale skin, she was pale enough to pass as a vampire, her hair was white and her eyes were a vibrant pink.
Greed was quite bizarre but she wasn't strange enough to be immediately noticeable, she wore a long dark coat that seemed to, somehow, soaked with dust, each small movement of hers, sent some of it floating down but it always seemed to come to her no matter what, her skin a completely dried up, grey and cracked, she had none of her teeth left, leaving her with chill inducing smile that she seemed to wear on her face nearly all of the time.
In contrast of her ghastly appeared, her short hair were of a shiny gold as it was litteral gold, instead of eyes, two ancient golden coins were stuck in her sockets, out of all of them, she was the only one anyone could recognise as her sin from just a look.
Lastly with dark red hair, there was Wrath, she wore a long coat similar to that of Greed instead hers was of a faded blue and kept clean of dust, strapped to the right of her hips were two blades that didn't appear to be of any similarity.
The most striking feature about her was the large iron nail that pierced her left eye and came out of the other side of her head, the nail's end was slightly wider than her eye socket, blood and pus sometime sipped from the terrible wound.
They all stood waiting for another of the undead's subordinates to show up, he had been sent to gather some information, he wasn't fit for this kind of job, at all but he was pretty the only one she could send on such an errand, he wasn't an undead and had, just like the sins, been recruited after some of her underlings had left.
He was a peculiar kind of necromancer but being a necromancer, he didn't mind undeads and his most peculiar interest didn't conflict with anything or anyone.
Upon finally arriving, he proved that he was indeed not suited for this kind of endeavor at all but he had remembered something that could prove to interest the lich.
"Miss lich? I don't have any clue concerning what you asked me to do buuut I swear, I know someone that can help immensely" quickly skipping the part about his utter failure nonchalantly, the man informed her of one of his good friends, perhaps saying friend was a bit much but they knew each other for sure.
The man was wearing the attire of what appeared to a mage but more geared toward fighting with their fists, the clothing was dark but soft blue, his head was encased in an iron mask that looked like the skull a nondescript predator, the mask was made by crudely melting various pieces of iron together, the jaw moved as he spoke, showing off the many iron teeth inside of it.
On top of the mask, two horns curved toward the sky, they appeared cracked but it was only because they were constructed out of pieces of other various horns, they held perfectly together.
Having spoken his piece and intrigued the lich, he promptly left the underground throne room, making the sound of iron scraping against itself on his way out.
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Meanwhile, the Cult Of Rot wasn't so silent, their leader, the underling that had left the lich's command was giving a heartly and deranged sounding speech in the language of the dead, in death tongue.
A language that could hardly be spoken by the living and that only certain undeads could speak.
He talked about the object of their cult, the primeval rot he called the thing he sought after, saying that it had been created and wielded by death itself.
In the center of the place all of these undeads were in, a large hole had been dug, various magic circles and sigils had been drawned around of it, talismans hung from the ceiling and hexes had been built all around the hole, with a particularily large one built directly into the hole.
Such an assortment of magic types and their numbers as well as the details put into each and every one of them could only result in a great spell being casted as a result of all of this but it wasn't over yet, the skeleton wanted it to be sure to work, using the knowledge he had been given, he would bring the primeval rot into this world no matter what.