Undead Lord of Gluttonous Pride

Their long, slender fingers pressed against his body. Their hands gripped every part of his body before lifting him over their shoulders.

They then started jumping across the roofs in the same direction Damien's back was facing previously.

Damien couldn't help but watch as he was carried over their shoulders, stunned by the unexpected turn of events.

They were fighting monsters before they suddenly took off with him.

CREAK...

Each step, jump, and landing they made caused a noticeable print on the wooden ceiling's surface. 'Am I that heavy...?' Damien thought as his body flailed about violently by how fast they were going.

The four under him were moving much faster than previously. It was almost as if they purposefully slowed down so he could keep up with their hunts.

Damien couldn't help but sigh at his incompetence once again. He then shook his head, 'I have just been resurrected. I'm sure as soon as I regain my memories, as Howrah said, I'll be able to do more.'

He consoled himself, believing that if he could tap into the abilities he possessed, he would undoubtedly be able to keep up with the three beneath him, if not surpass them.

Such a thought fueled his desire to learn more about his past.

After a few hours into their journey, they finally came before what seemed to be...

'A cathedral...?' Damien looked over his shoulders and saw the gothic-style cathedral, which, while not as large as the castle destroyed by the humongous eel, was still impressive.

They then hopped over the flooded ground in front of the cathedral, landing on the stairway leading to the door. The stairs' bricks had several cracks and appeared to be eroded.

The four beneath him suddenly moved further out from under him, gradually lowering him back to his feet.

Their movements were careful in how they handled him, almost like he was some kind of fragile object in their eyes.

At the sound of the sole of his boots making contact with the ground, he immediately straightened his posture and gave strength to his legs.

After being carried for so long and having to keep still so they didn't accidentally drop him, he felt quite relaxed, and somehow, a feeling of sleepiness appeared.

So suddenly, having to walk again made him a bit annoyed.

But he instantly rid himself of this feeling. He was lucky that he didn't have to traverse over here. He had no right to complain about being lazy.

He raised his head and stared at the stained-coloured windows; several had been shattered and boarded up with planks belonging to the many houses in the area.

The humongous doors acting as the entrance were made of high-quality dark wood, which is what Damien would have thought if it didn't look so... Damaged.

It was covered in dents, its splinters were sticking out, and a giant slash mark was adorned on it as well.

Situated over the giant archway of the dark wooden doors were two stone sculptures that he didn't expect.

'A book and quill?' He thought as he stared curiously at them. The book stood diagonally in its bottom left corner, while the current page it was on had a quill coming out of it. Unlike the doors, these seem to be of almost peak quality if it wasn't for the sign of erosion ruining them a bit.

Damien stared at it curiously, 'What god do they worship that has books as their symbol? It must be related to something having to do with knowledge,' he thought.

The three undead beside them went up to the two massive doors. The archer stayed back and watched him along with Damien.

The two skeletons pressed their hands against the left door while the zombie pressed his against the right before looking back at Damien.

'Is it asking me for assistance?' Damien stared back before approaching him and pressing his hands against him, which led to the zombie staring away from him.

All four of them, almost like they were in sync, pushed against the door with a burst of strength.

SCRAPE...

The door scraped against the polished stone ground beneath them as it began to open inwards.

'Heavy...' Damien thought as it felt like he was pushing up against a stubborn boulder.

The four of them then stopped before pushing once again with another burst of strength.

SCRAPE... SCREECH...

The scraping from the door opening then eventually turned into its screeching, similar to that of the nail on a chalkboard. They then began to see a noticeable gap in between the door.

The four then took one last break before pushing against them once again, struggling once more to get it open. And with one more screech from the door, a gap that all five of them could fit through appeared.

The archer that was standing behind them walked through the gap, followed by the other three. Damien noticed small, noticeable cracks in the skeleton's arms that weren't there before.

'It truly was heavy if it did that to them.' He then stared at his forearms and was reminded that they were hidden under his armour.

Damien stood outside before looking around. He stared at the stone walls and noticed a subtle sign of...

'Burn marks...?' He scrutinised it before feeling his body being lifted into the air, his body tightly wrapped in a green aura.

He was then jammed through the gap between the doors without any care for his safety. His armour scratched at it before finally passing through it.

Damien was roughly thrown against the ground, his body rolling over the surface of it.

After pushing himself up, he was then met with a familiar, wrinkly face staring down at him with an annoyed expression. It was Howrah.

"What did I say about not losing sight of me?" His scratchy, high-pitched voice scolded Damien, who was kneeling on the ground in front of him.

"I was attacked by a brown bird, Howrah."

Damien felt repulsed to be looked down on. He could even see the old man's uncut toenails peeking out from under his cloak. He stood up from his kneeling position and stared down at the man.

His stature was much taller than the hunched-back elder.

Although he was in the wrong for losing track of him, he wasn't entirely considering what had happened before.

Howrah seemed to discover what he was doing and waved his staff at him. The ebony-black wooden staff with a spiralling form now held a new gem in its head.

The gem radiated a dark forest green, which illuminated the dark insides of the cathedral's hall. It was so bright that it was able to reveal the entire inside.

Damien stared at the ceiling and noted how deeply intricate and detailed it looked. It was an art piece.

It depicted a humanoid entity with white wings folded on its back. Its long white hair cascaded over its shoulders as it sat in its seat, reading what seemed to be a book.

'An angel?' Damien thought. He was then suddenly drawn to its scratched-away face, causing it to appear faceless.

'What a shame... That artist must've put a lot of effort into it.' He shook his head before gazing around the room once more, before finding out something that shocked him.

On either side of the cathedral, multiple rows of grey stone benches were seen facing the altar situated at the front of the cathedral and at the top of stairs leading to it.

But that wasn't what shocked him; instead, it was the undead sitting on them. Tens and maybe hundreds of them could seen just leisurely relaxing in their seat.

They sat with their hands on their laps, their weapons resting against the seat beside them, and their faces facing forward. While some were completely or half naked, others wore rusted armour.

"You dare to feel prideful after having failed a simple task? Very well, I shall show you that actions have consequences! KEHEHEHE!" Howrah laughed manically as he raised his staff to the sky.

At the sign of that, all the undead ominously started to turn their head towards him. Their eyes glowed with a deep green similar to the colour of the gem.

Their inactive body soon went into motion as they pushed themselves up from their seat and began to march towards in single-file lines.

Damien stared at them all as they began to march towards him. Their footsteps echoed throughout the hall, instilling dread in his heart.

In the corner of his eye, he saw Howrah fly up the stairs leading to the altar and plotted himself on it. He shifted around to get a more comfortable position for the show that was about to take place.

He rested his elbow on his thigh and his chin in his palm. His other hand rested the staff beside him, but he still held it tightly like a lifeline.

"Have fun dealing with OVER two hundred undead!" He laughed excitedly, a dark, sadistic glint passing through his eyes. "And try not to break afterwards..."

Damien couldn't help but stare at the situation in horror. 'This... Is bullshit...' He thought before being swarmed...