The situation at Castle Mortis worsened after the defeat of Lord Mortis on Kreature of the Ring. Not even Kizmat knew that Mortis had arrived at the estate untill just a 15 minutes to the castle-- it was a secret recovery to say the least. Mortismere was left alone in a deep dark room, sitting on a throne of flesh. An odd light from some unknown source overhead barely contoured his form.

As the night passed on, Kizmat's stagecoach finally arrived at the large castle drawbridge... the black ancient gates swing open to the courtyard where it pressed forward. The ornameted stagecoach featured erotic and disturbing motifs- but not as disturbing as once the coach stopped- and Kizmat flys out from the side.... from afar you can see Kizmat runing up a large flight of steps- with his black soaked cape covering his wake. Servants and Captum Mortem elites move out of their ways as Kizmat marches into the inner sanctum of the Castle... after some time reaching the east wing, Kizmat stops infront of Mortis' masterbedroom. He looked down- and saw a pentagram dangling from the doornob. The guards stand attension and then cross their spears... -Kizmat growls and he grabs both of their throats with his hands and squeezed them untill their eyes popped out from their sockets! The pentagram was riped off by Kizmat- and then he entered inside. He saw that the room was pitch black... except for Mortis in one corner sitted infront of a window that was covered with a dirty window curtain. Kizmat walked slowly forward- he knew that Mortis sensed his presence even from the trip to the Castle.




KIZMÄT: Brother. How are you fee..

Mortismere's left skeley hand curled and DUNG deep in the fleshy chair's handle. He ripped shreads of material from the surface and Kizmat felt an evil ominous hatred from Mortismere's direction. Mortis crackled like a mad man and turned the chair around slightly to face Kizmat.










































Mortismere's eyes widened as he saw Kizmat looming above him while seated on the fleshy chair. With a twitch in his right eye- Mortis frowned..... unholy pissed to say the least.


MM: Feeling? How I feel. HOW I FEEL! [stands up but then falls back down in absoulte pain].......... I WAS BEATEN BY A FOOKING WOMAN!!!! SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSAADDISTIC BBBIIIIITCCH BRAA BBRR ...


::trying to hold his laughter back::
KIZMÄT: Branded?





MM: If only I was at my full potential. And now, this.



The Lord of Blood then sits down ontop of Mortis' bed - to listen


KIZMÄT: So. Are you going to uphold the unbinding?



Slightly lifting his ripped a part chelicera to one side... composing what seemed to be a smile.
MM: Harhharr haarrrr harrr...*cough*.... When have I EVER lived up to my word. I am NEVER going to let her away. NEVER!



rolling his eyes, Kizmat looked straight at the crackling Mortismere

KIZMÄT: Yah, but that's what she expects. [Mortis tilts his head...] See, you need to get one up on her. None of this even stevens stuff right? That insolent bitch needs to be put in her place right? WELL... no matter what... she can't get what she wants without you. I say, invite her to the binding ritual. I got rid of my luggage that way too- but in this case, in the ritual all of her powers will be momentarily nulified.



Mortismere likes where this is headed... but he returns with a doubtful expression

MM: Good good.. thinking dear brother. Harrcckkk.. but, you've forgotten that I would have my powers nulfied. I am sorry to inform you of this... I am the older and smarter - good try.


Kizmat slaped his face and melted his hand away as he brought it back down to his lap


KIZMÄT: Awh, that is true. Though, what if it....



The conversation pressed on. From a distance we see F'ein Dacor looking into the room from the doorway. Undetected. Whatever Kizmat said to Mortismere must have been amusing... for Mortismere laughed with a crackling gest since that evening onward... and the next day.


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