Bone Lord 5
Dante King
Copyright © 2020 by Dante King
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Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
25. Epilogue
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Chapter One
I stared at the dragon statue, the oldest in Yeng and possibly the world, here in the last remaining Dragon Temple. The Warlock had built his tower on top of this ancient structure. As I looked at the statue, I couldn’t help wondering how closely it resembled the real thing
I would find out soon enough.
I’d just resurrected the Dragon Goddess, dead for a thousand years, but now living and breathing again. Her spirit was now melded with the nubile flesh and sharp-witted mind of Yumo, Rami-Xayon’s twin sister.
The stench of congealed blood and rotting corpses was strong in this defiled temple, but overpowering the stink was the sweet scent of victory. With my Death Titan, I’d crushed the Warlock, the most powerful opponent I’d faced yet. While I could revel briefly in my battle victory, the war was far from over. The Hooded Man, the Blood God’s chief earthly servant, was maimed and trapped in Prand, but still alive, and one final Blood Temple still stood. I’d found both Dragon Gauntlets, the Dragon Goddess lived again, but I still needed to resurrect a dragon, obtain one more Tear of the Lord of Light, and destroy the Blood God, his temple and the Demogorgon once and for all.
“You have much to learn of dragons if you wish to wield one as a weapon in war,” Yumo-Rezu, the gorgeous Dragon Goddess, said from beside me. “And I will tell you everything you need to know, but first, we need to leave this place. The Warlock’s desecration of my temple both angers and disgusts me to the point at which I cannot think. And the whole process of my memories merging with this mortal woman’s is confusing.”
“Let’s go up to the top of the tower,” I said to her. “The air is fresher there, and you’ll be able to get a look at the world you haven’t seen for a thousand years.”
Isu, dark-haired and sultry as ever, looking every inch the necromancer in this place of death and gore, glanced around the desecrated Dragon Temple.
“I’m going back to the chamber where the Warlock’s failed experiments were,” she said to me. “I may be able to learn something useful from his failures.”
Ji-Ko, the head of the Blind Monks, seemed more eager than anyone to get out of this place, despite his state of awe and reverence for the newly resurrected Dragon Goddess. Since this was the first he’d seen of the gory inside of an improvised Blood temple, with a huge vat of blood and rotting corpses on butcher’s hooks on the walls, I couldn’t blame him.
“God of Death, and Goddess of Dragons,” he said, bowing low before us, “I humbly ask if I may take my leave of you two for the moment, to tell my brother monks of the joyous news of Rezu’s resurrection.”
“That’s Yumo-Rezu to you, chrome dome.” Yumo-Rezu glared with sudden anger at Ji-Ko.
Yumo’s spirit was still very much a dominant part of this mortal-goddess union, it seemed, and I had to chuckle when a look of confusion came across Ji-Ko’s chubby face.
“Um, yes, of course, of course, Yumo-Rezu. A thousand apologies,” he said before scurrying off.
“Before Yumo-Rezu and me go,” I said to Isu, “what are you planning on doing with the Blood Jewel?”
“We have no choice but to take it with us, as dangerous an object as it is,” Isu said. “When we get to the final Blood Temple, you must cast it into the heart of the temple, and destroy it along with everything else.”
“She’s right,” Yumo-Rezu said. “If you try to hide or bury that thing, no matter how deep or how remote, it will end up in the hands of another corruptible mortal again, and another warlock will arise. As long as that Blood Jewel exists, a part of the Blood God’s spirit will remain alive. It must be destroyed.”
“Then that’s what I’ll do.”
Isu handed me the leather pouch, and I dropped it into one of my pockets. It wasn’t that I didn’t trust Isu with it; I didn’t want to risk anyone else’s life for something that was my responsibility.
Yumo-Rezu and I headed up to the top of the Warlock’s tower, where all my other party members were. Everyone welcomed the Dragon Goddess with open arms, everyone except Rami-Xayon. Whether it was some old grudge between the two goddesses or mere sibling rivalry between the mortal sisters I couldn’t tell, but the moment those two got within a few feet of each other an icy tension in the air materialized, hard and sharp as the blade of my kusarigama. They both stared daggers at each other, and neither said a word to the other. Rami-Xayon excused herself and walked briskly out of the chamber.
“What the hell was that about?” I asked Yumo-Rezu.
“It’s a long story,” she said curtly.
“All right, but make sure that your sibling rivalry or goddess grudge or whatever this is doesn’t jeopardize our mission,” I said.
“It won’t, don’t worry.”
Anna-Lucielle, as one of the youngest goddesses, had never known Rezu when she’d been alive, so there was no bad blood between them. Elyse was her usual cheerful and friendly self, and Friya and Layna, who’d read up on
