Army of the Damned

VOLUME 12 Chapter 10

"Sure sure. Thank you Rival. I'll be waiting for that tomorrow then."

"Around afternoon, now carry on. We shall meet again later."

Paul then bowed lowly to him and proceeded to go into one of the storage attics and grabbed the Dragon which he made to bow also in respect. As they exited the room. He stops before entering the hallway. "I'll also check up on the UN Outpost in Chamilos then. What street are they on?" The Bishop then stood. "Tomorrow, I shall detail it to you. For now, rest. I must do a lot of thinking and planning and I cannot oversee an activity to the lower areas with so much on my plate already." The two just stared at each other and then exchanged bows one last time.

Walking down the staircases and back to the outside of the offices where he could clearly take in the entire situation, the man just stretches his arms and legs and proceeds to arch his spine forward whilst making a long hard sigh. The duo then walked to the park where they both stood under the warming floating lamps. "Soooo... are we really going to do this, Master?"

"Looks like it's the easiest way to do our job. The opportunity is already given to us so I might as well just get it on."

"Would the Bloodsuckers be okay with this? Knowing the hatred and history between the two, it would be hard to get them to agree, Master."

"That is why tonight, I will need to get the two to sit down and we'll have a long hard conversation about this. I personally think it could work. Elizabeth and Alana are mature enough, far more mature than I am, that's for sure. So we'll see what'll happen."

"Okay Master. But can we go somewhere and eat?"

"At this time? Ugh... we'll see. Also, switch back to something less scary."

"Ah! I almost forgot!"

Bahamut was in her usual look once again. But this time, Jackson offered his greatcoat to cover her entire body and the two slowly walked back to the Cathedral Square, most of the roads were cold and dank. With nothing to see and the shops all closed. "Hmmmm... we might still find one near the main roads." taking a detour, the walk amongst the lastly lit up part of the city. With the floating heating lamps still active and men in robes walking amongst the darkness piling up hot stones. It created a mist of steam that clouded their view. With the only point of light being the Moon and its little friend along the stones that was still up to provide some livable temperatures for humans.

After a few minutes of walking, there was not one shop that was still running nor any restaurants. The Dragon's posture has changed, being more leaned downwards than her usual uptight self.

"Awww, don't be down. We'll just have Alana cook something for us, alright?"

"Hmmm... I wanted to eat with Master alone like back then. Haaaaa..."

"I'm sure we'll get another chance for that. For now, let's head back."

Turning around, they cross the street and back down the cobblestone sidewalk. The only thing heard was the lone wind and the pitter patter of Bahamut's bare feet. Passing one of the blacked robed people that was busy doing city maintenance, the Dragon's nose locked to it as they pass the person. Doing its own thing with a pouch full of used Lava like Stones that has lost all its color and temperature while with a special glove, would take a new one and replace the lamp.

The process was quick and easy, but Jackson couldn't help but feel bad for the person having to trudge around the huge Fortress City with such a large sack. But he could feel the heat felt great in an air that's so cold and brooding. As if whoever this person was is a bringer of light and comfort to the community and with such elegant and prim posturing and movements, the refined and practiced exchange of lamps whilst also collecting litter on the sidewalks and streets, he just nods as they pass him by. "Master."