God Ash: Remnants of the fallen.-Chapter 1105: Blood Flows like a River (2).

Nockt’s expression was dark as he turned to face the Elder that had spoken,

"Plague! Do you even have any idea what is going on here?!"

Plague, the Withering Pestilence, was a scrawny man that looked to be in his late twenties to early thirties.

He had unkempt hair and a very economic splatter of hair on his face. His palor was sickly and his eyes droopy, perhaps from spending too much time in the pleasure district, or the various vile arts he practiced.

Crawling in his arm, was a large, black scorpion. His insignia was that of a wilting corpse flower.

One look at the snake-eyed man, would be enough to know that he was born of wicked intentions.

"I understand what is happening quite well."

The Withering Pestilence didn’t seem fond of biting his tongue as he jabbed a finger in the direction of the White Fox Princess,

"This freaking bitch wants to take dear old mother’s spot. Hell, every one of you damn bastards want to do the same too. I’m not much different myself, but at least I have the balls to say it, heh..."

Nockt’s eyes narrowed as he turned to face the others. When he spoke, his voice was dark and menacing,

"Is that how it is? You all choose to bite the hand that fed you? Don’t forget... It was during the darkest hours, when all hope had been lost, you all were saved and set up on pedestals by her. To think you all would—"

"I said enough with the chatter, old man. It’s not helping your case in the slightest." Plague said with a grin as he poked at his black scorpion.

Dravok, the Saint of a Thousand Chains slowly raised his arm,

"On the off chance their threats are real, it would be best not to make any rash decisions. I believe we should have a conversation with the Golden Asura before any action is taken."

He turned to Nockt and flashed him a grin with a thumbs up.

’This idiot!’ Nockt nearly facepalmed.

"I agree with that as well. The Matriach is the champion of the goddess. If she still lives, then it means the will of the goddess remains with her." Night spoke all of a sudden.

Plague raised a brow and sneered.

Seeing this, Night glared at him,

"You might not be bright, but please consider the implications of my words— If the Matriach is not dead, you will not be able to fulfill her role no matter how hard you try. Only those with the Champion’s Blessing can govern the Sect."

Plague’s pale face darkened, "You bitch!"

"What a vulgar man you are, Plague. Fiends like you should be scorned, their corpses burned and scattered to the wind." 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚

Plague turned to the other side of the table,

"Shut the hell up, you battle crazed monkey!"

Veyra, the Priestess of Battle, was the second largest person in the room.

Not only was she large, but she was also muscular and toned, her darker bronze-like skin rippling, shining in the dull lighting of the room.

She wore a black robe, and her insignia, was that of a flaming sword pierced through a skull.

Her eyes were filled with scorn as she sneered,

"I heard one ofy girls strung up your lepers the other day at the neutral zone. Looks like the idiocy runs with no limits in your branch."

Plague clenched his fists. However, just as he was about to say something...

"Plague, showing them your weaker side exposes your ineptitude."

Thorne, the Ink Sorcerer was the very image of calm poison. He wore a grey robe, with his insignia being a black brush within a blood-red moon.

His facial features and structured was that of a man in his mind forties, but according to rumors, he was older than his face showed.

He was also known to be a rather brutal and merciless elder.

"You old geezer, who said you could speak, heh?! I’ll send Stinger over here to give you a good shot. Maybe then you’ll learn to keep your mouth shut."

Night frowned, ’We are getting nowhere.’

She turns to Nebula. His eyes were closed and he seemed completely unbothered by their current situation.

She gritted her teeth, ’This idiot! As worthless as all the others!’

She sighed, ’We only need six votes for a standstill, and seven for a win. Veyra seems to be on our side. Myrhh as well. With that much, we can reach a stalemate and maybe delay this a bit longer...’

Plague chuckled darkly,

"The plan was to wipe those fuckers out. Don’t tell me you all want to go back on it. Absolutely ridiculous!"

"No one is going back on anything." Senkai who had remained silent all this time, suddenly spoke up.

Covered in runic tattoos, the eyes of the Thousand-Eyed Demon were firmly shut.

Still, he turned to Night,

"I see no reason to call for a standstill. If they have the Matriach, then it is simply a matter of liberating her form their hands. Or, would you rather we negotiate from an uneven position? I find it hard to see anything favorable about that."

’You too, huh...’ Night felt a dark coldness wash over her.

Seeing no other way forward, she rose to her feet.

A momentary silence settled over the room as she spoke,

"Plans change. And I believe this one should too. As it stands, we already have an idea of the capabilities of our enemy. It would not be wise to—"

She froze for a moment. Then, she sighed,

"Those in favor of a standstill and negotiation..."

A chilly wind blew in through the open doors and windows.

A stifling silence descended upon the twelve Elders of the Blood Moon Sect.

A few exchanged glanced, while other remained silent and still.

Plague sneered, "Idiot."

Dravok and Nockt slowly raised their hands.

A few moments later, Veyra raised hers as well.

Night slowly raised her hand.

A moment later, Myrhh, the most soft spoken of the twelve also raised her hand as well.

Night let out a sigh of relief,

"It seems like we are at an impasse."

Plague suddenly burst into laughter.

Night’s brows creased into a smile. Then she froze.

With wide eyes, she slowly turned around.

"Nebula, you—!"

Nebula didn’t have his hand up.

Nebula slowly opened his eyes. Reflected in them, was nothing but a sharp darkness.

He turned his gaze to Night who glared at him with pure hatred and anger.

He said nothing.

"As per your words, we will move forward with the initial plan." Senkai said slowly.

"Those in favor..."

He slowly raised his hand.