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The Ritual had begun.

The sacrifice was the soul being absorbed by the Void, the dead corpse lightly gravitating under the totem. The Watchers hung their heads low, only seeing by their ears instead of their own eyes.

"King of Madness... Devourer of Souls and the Eternal Night... take this soul as our offering... so that we may live an infinite life..." the Summoner chanted in a low yet commanding voice. Not long after, the soul was fully absorbed by the Void and was taken by Him. The Watchers and Summoner lifted their gaze at the totem, an old maple trunk with a whale's tooth and ground cat eye basked on the head of the totem.

"The Ritual is complete..." one of the three Watchers exclaimed. His reptilian face was cloaked under the blood-stained hood. The Summoner unmasked himself under the moonlight, his blade-like tiger ears stretching from being cramped underneath the hood. His tribal ear-piercings were dyed a color from each of, what the humans used to call, the rainbow.

"Undine and Watz... leave me and Grandi so we may discuss our next offering." The Summoner ordered. Two of the Watchers nodded and left the Summoner's Square, opening the old gate and disrobing the Sacrificial Robes. A female snow lynx emerged first, her normal dark purple dress and sturdy staff already on her fragile yet nimble frame. Next was a male furdrake, his baby blue scales slightly shimmering under the Moon's Spotlight while his ebony-colored fur darkened with a radiating mast of unevenness. A silver shortsword was in a chrome-encrusted sheathe on his side as his tight Thief outfit caressed his body.

"I'll see you both at home..." the drake said, leaving the two alone in the silent garden. Grandi looked up at the Summoner and smiled at the tiger's face.

"Alone at last, Meiyou. I already have thought of the next offe-" Meiyou planted his lips firmly on the dragon's, a very weak moan coming from the reptile's throat. "So I see..." Grandi said as their lips parted. Meiyou nodded and rested his head on Grandi's strong chest.

"We haven't been able to... connect... with each other ever since your little brother died."

Grandi nodded and rested his head on his mate's and huffed.

"It's because Rooster was my only family left before you... I still can't believe he's gone..."

"Our best Commander and Sage died with him too, Grandi! Rooster died a Dragoon and is now in service to the Dread and I'm very sure he would accept if you stopped grieving." Meiyou pulled down Grandi's hood and stood on his toes, lightly pecking the dragon's forehead. Grandi wrapped his arms around the tiger's waist and pulled him closer.

"Why not "connect" now, hmm?" he asked, a faint blush already showing on Meiyou's face.

"Public area, even if we are alone."

"But this is a public area for us, assassins, only."

"And what if Undine or Watz comes back to see-"

"Don't let them bother you, love." Grandi flicked his tongue and smiled, his large frame towering over Meiyou's. "I don't mind if they watch."

Undine crossed her legs as she eased herself onto the mat. Already she felt the air swiftly change as a loud whine emerged through the night. The lynx smiled.

'Sounds like they're retying loose bonds. I do hope they don't want to bear another child.' she thought to herself. But, as swift as the whine, a moan was heard behind her. The feline turned around and smirked as the shadow drew closer to her.

"Welcome back from the dead, father."

The ghastly figure was already in front of her, kneeling with a creek from his rusty armor.

"Undine... my dearest daughter..."

Watz had also heard the whine, but already tossing it out of mind as he placed his shortsword on a weapons rack. The gleaming pommel gave off a quick shimmer over his family's crest, a downward blade with two Warlords reaching out for it. The furdrake smiled.

"King Tribual the Mad and Lord Martinez the Heart: those two bastards fighting over a blade."

A loud roar echoed from the outside.

Meiyou purred as Grandi laid his body on top of his, the contact sending tremors down his spine.

"Oh my... I forgot how it feels to have you... inside of me." the tiger purred, his tongue lightly flicking at Grandi's nose. Grandi smiled and pecked Meiyou's lips.

"I would have gone longer but you just felt so... divine that I couldn't wait to claim you, again." Meiyou purred louder as his mate started to scratch behind his thigh, a weak spot from getting injected by the Special Stim a few hundred centuries before. They kept like this for a few more moments, but the feline had shot an ear upward. Grandi had noticed and looked behind him.

The ghost sat next to Undine, a smile reaching across his muzzle but quickly dispersing as it grunted with agony. The lynx shook her head and coughed.

"It's nice to see your... face again, Undine." the ghost started, his paws reaching out to her paw but feeling nothing but sorrow. Undine, though, felt her father's touch and smiled.

"It's great to see you haven't gone through the Over stage yet. I really miss seeing your worn out face and bent armor." the lynx mused. The ghost smiled again and grunted.

"5,000 years... 5,000 years it's been since my... death. But you don't age... my sweet daughter. Mortality took my soul and now I'm bound forever... in this ghastly form." The ghost started to become more definite as he said that, his features becoming more realistic than shadow. The ghost's skin was young, but slightly wrinkled by open wounds that never seemed to close. His hair was short but growing, due to years of combat and advanced military training. The rusted armor started to clear, not showing itself as armor anymore but and old, yet heavily padded, uniform. A flag with red stripes and white stars was but a sewn image, or symbol, on his right arm. An odd sheathe was on his side, too, an sheathe that represented technology before The Corruption and The Rise of Furs. He was but what human soldiers used to outfit themselves before The Rise of Furs began.

But he was still human.

Watz jammed his eyes shut as he made it back to the totem, his shortsword dropping after loosening his grip. Meiyou and Grandi sat up straight and embraced each other, the dragon seemingly protecting his smaller mate.

"Gods dammit, Watz!" Grandi growled, his large wings covering he and Meiyou's naked bodies. The furdrake was already on his knees, rubbing away the image with his hands.

"W-Why the fu-damn name are you mating out here!?!? This is where we SACRIFICE!!! NOT SPREAD OPEN MY DAD AND RAM HIM LIKE... like..." The furdrake fainted. Meiyou started to laugh, but cupped his mouth with a paw. Grandi just held his mate and smirked.

"I think we should get our clothes on and bring him home. He should be awake by the morning." Meiyou suggested after gulping down his laughter and sighing. Grandi looked down at him and smiled.

"How about another "round" before we go, hmm? I love to hear my kitten purr." Grandi already sat the tiger on his lap, licking his forehead and keeping him still. Meiyou shook his head no and held the dragon's head still.

"Or, we take our son home first THEN I'll do whatever you want..." Meiyou's voice was now but a whisper, "for the rest of the night and maybe even the morning." The dragon's tail stiffened (as did something else) after hearing this, his wings already receding and folding behind Grandi. The tiger smiled and stood with him, his paw slowly reaching over for Grandi's paw.

"Leviatos." he whispered to the unconscious furdrake, his body slightly floating above the ground and over their heads as the two lovers dressed themselves in their normal clothing. Meiyou had slipped on his tight under armor, his slightly athletic build meeting its curves and ends. He soon slipped on a loose white cloak and fastened the straps of a hidden hand-scythe in his right sleeve, two poisoned knives on his left ankle, and a deadly-looking katana in a sheathe on his right hip. An under-pistol was hidden in the left sleeve.

Grandi had slipped on some heavy ebony armor and lifted a great claymore over his shoulder and hung it on a leather strap that never seemed to be worn out at all. A small blunderbuss was hanging on his right while a jagged knife slept in its sheathe on his left.

Paw-in-hand, they both started to walk back to their home with their, still unconscious, son floating behind them.

Yet, above the moon, He was watching.

And He wasn't impressed.