2013.10.16 - Something Bad To Something Worse

Antarctica 1813 A.D.E.

Construction was progressing quickly. Necro's fortress. Her castle. Her weapon. The Palace of Bone. The reason for the name was obvious. While she had a flair for the dramatic, she also felt it was important to prioritize utility. The entire fortification was constructed from bones. Humans were definitely part of the construction in abundance, but they weren't what gave the palace its twisted outline. That came from the bodies of giants, dragons, creatures she had encountered on her frequent trips to other planes of existence -- the Death Realms in particular. The lich sat in her vaulted throne room, pillars of frozen bodies superficially holding up the ceiling -- though in truth it was all supporting itself via other architectural designs. She was not going to have her palace fall apart on its own if someone actually managed to penetrate it or 'defeat' her. Not that anyone could, of course, but it would have been stupid to tie the integrity of her fortress to the well-being of a temporary body.

Unlike thirteen years ago, she was not surrounded by other undead -- her preferred people. Though her Lieutenants might occasionally come to consult with her, she was often alone. The only regular visitor was the severed, reanimated head of a young woman in a crystal ball, resting upon a pedestal. Anya Alkaev, Necro's own daughter. She remained silent and watched the darkness for signs of threat, as was her duty to her mother. Or rather to the thing that had once been her mother.

Empress Necro had an answer now. She knew how she could rule forever and never fall. The Dark Divinities had shown it to her, whispered it in her mind.

There was no way she could ever be replaced as ruler, if there was nobody left to replace her. Not just on Earth, but ANYWHERE.

Earth was no longer the grand goal.

It was the place from which she would launch a war of total annihilation against the whole of Everything. In 200 years, the first step would be ready.

And one day, when she had murdered and reanimated the universe as an undead version of itself, even all the heavens and hells and gods and devils in existence would fall.