I Got Reincarnated as a Zombie Girl-Chapter 354 - 350 – The Changed Messenger

Sylvia stared at the angel bowing before her. Its once-radiant holy body was now pale like fresh corpse-flesh, its dull wings drooping weakly onto the damp soil of the black rose garden. The zombie poison had seeped in perfectly not to kill, but to transform. The holy aura that had previously stabbed like blades of light was gone, replaced by the familiar cold scent of death that Nocture knew well. The Chain of Abyss still loosely bound its body, a reminder that freedom was merely an illusion under the dominion of the Queen of Death.

Sofia stood beside Sylvia, gripping Lucifer’s golden spear tightly in her right hand. The holy light from its blade still shone brightly, yet now it felt more... in harmony with the darkness surrounding them. Her four golden wings were folded tightly, but the tips of the golden feathers trembled faintly not from anger anymore, but from anticipation. Her golden eyes regarded the angel with a mixture of disgust and pity, though she remained silent, allowing Sylvia to take the lead.

Sylvia raised her right hand into the empty air. A faint holographic inventory screen appeared before her, glowing dark purple like death crystal. With a flick of her finger, two simple undead wooden chairs materialized from the inventory of high-backed chairs carved from polished dragon bone, cushioned with soft black leather. She pulled them out, placing one for herself and one for Sofia directly in front of the bowed angel. 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚

"Sit," Sylvia said quietly to Sofia, her voice flat yet filled with authority.

Sofia gave a small nod and sat gracefully. She rested Lucifer’s spear across her lap, its blade still glowing faintly like a caged miniature sun. Sylvia sat beside her, legs crossed, right hand resting on her knee. The Chain of Abyss tightened slightly, causing the angel to shrink even further.

Sylvia gazed at the angel for a long moment, her pitch-black eyes like voids ready to swallow souls.

"Now," she said softly, her voice cold and sharp like a freshly honed blade, "answer my question again. What are you doing here? Why have angels descended upon Nocture?"

The angel no longer resisted. Its body trembled faintly, its dull wings hanging like soaked rags. The zombie poison had permeated its holy blood, turning streams of light into streams of cold darkness. Slowly, it raised its head. Its ice-blue eyes were now ashen and dim, filled with despair and... surrender.

"Your Majesty..." it whispered, voice cracked yet carrying a newfound respect born of fear. "The four of us... were sent to locate the Spear of Lucifer."

Its eyes flicked toward the golden spear in Sofia’s hand, the spear whose light remained holy, yet now felt like a mockery of everything it once believed in. Sofia lifted the spear slightly, letting the light dazzle the angel’s already-dimmed eyes.

Sylvia gave a small nod, expression unchanging.

"Is there anything else?" she asked again, voice low but heavy with pressure.

The angel bowed its head deeper, voice barely audible.

"Yes, Your Majesty... we were also tasked with gathering followers once more. The Vatican is gone, the faithful scattered... Heaven needs a sign that light still exists in this new world."

Sylvia understood immediately. The angels hadn’t descended solely for the spear Heaven was beginning to lose influence in this fused world. With old gods awakening, mutant humans despising anything "other," and Nocture standing as a symbol of balance between life and death, Heaven felt threatened. They needed new believers to preserve their existence on an earth that had grown larger and far more chaotic.

Sofia glanced at Sylvia, golden eyes narrowing. "They want to reclaim influence... by any means necessary."

Sylvia didn’t respond to Sofia. She simply stared at the angel longer.

The angel slowly lifted its head again, ashen eyes filled with doubt but also a strange hope.

"Your Majesty... should I pursue my three remaining sisters?"

Sylvia gave a small nod.

"Yes. Do it."

Then she offered a faint smile, a cold smile that made the air in the garden feel even icier.

"And turn them into zombies as well. But you will be the one to change them."

The angel froze for a moment, body trembling. But then it bowed even deeper, hands touching the ground before Sylvia’s feet.

"I shall carry out your command, Your Majesty."

Its dull wings slowly unfurled but this time it was different. The once golden-white feathers were now dark gray streaked with black veins like cracked death essence. It flapped once, and its body shot upward with a speed that surprised even itself. The gust made the black roses sway violently, and it felt something new power far greater, wilder, freer than the holy constraints that once bound it.

The first zombie angel soared into Nocture’s night sky at astonishing speed. Its dark gray wings beat powerfully, black veins pulsing like newly revived blood vessels. The night wind howled in its ears, but this time it wasn’t bone-chilling; it felt like a surge of fresh, boundless strength flowing through every muscle. The zombie poison hadn’t merely corrupted; it had perfected.

It glanced down once more toward the black rose garden behind the castle. Sylvia remained seated on the undead wooden chair, her black gown fluttering gently in the breeze, pitch-black eyes fixed unblinkingly on the sky. Sofia stood beside her, Lucifer’s golden spear glowing softly in her hand like a promise that even holy light could kneel before darkness. The angel felt something unfamiliar in its now-cold chest not fear anymore, but deep, almost devotional awe.

"Your Majesty..." it murmured into the wind, voice filled with genuine admiration. "This power... is extraordinary."

It accelerated, leaving Nocture behind like a vanishing shadow. In the distance, three white lights and its fleeing sisters became clearer. They flew in tight formation, wings beating frantically, trails of holy light streaking behind them like inverted falling stars.

The zombie angel gave a small, cold smile a smile it had never worn before. A smile of certainty.

It knew exactly what to do.

Below, Sylvia watched the figure disappear behind thick clouds. The Death Flame in her chest sang softly once more, like an unfinished victory hymn. She turned to Sofia, who still stood holding the spear.

"They will return," Sylvia said quietly. "And this time... they will come as ours."

Sofia nodded slightly, golden eyes blazing.

"Four zombie angels... that will be quite the surprise for Michael."

Sylvia gave a rare, thin smile this time filled with cold satisfaction.

"More than a surprise. It’s a declaration of war."

She rose from the chair. The Chain of Abyss coiled back around her right arm like a snake returning to its nest. The black roses around them swayed gently, as though responding to the presence of their queen who had just turned one of Heaven’s messengers into a servant of death.

Sylvia walked toward the castle, Sofia following at her side. The night grew deeper, stars faint through the thick mist rising from the ground.

But far in the sky, three white lights began to flicker in panic.

They sensed something approaching something that had once been their sister, now carrying a scent of death stronger than ever before.

Behind them, the three angels finally turned. Their blue eyes widened as they saw their sister flying toward them with dark wings, black veins throbbing like poison conduits. Their holy light flickered in alarm, white robes whipping wildly.

"What... what happened to you?!" one of them screamed, voice breaking with terror.

The zombie angel didn’t answer with words. It simply accelerated again, wings producing a blast of cold wind laced with the scent of death. The three angels tried to flee farther, but it was too late. It was already upon them.

With one swift motion, it dove like a hawk striking prey. Its right hand now has pale skin veined with black clamped onto one sister’s shoulder. The lingering zombie poison on its claws seeped in instantly. The angel screamed; its holy light dimmed at once, wings beginning to turn dull gray.

The others tried to help, but it was already moving again. In seconds, it seized the second, then the third. Their screams echoed through the night sky screams of utter despair that soon turned into sobs of surrender as the poison coursed through their holy blood.

Not long after, four zombie angels hovered in Nocture’s sky, their wings now dark, eyes dimmed, yet brimming with new power. They bowed deeply toward the castle, toward Sylvia still standing in the black rose garden.

"Greetings to our Queen..." they whispered in unison, voices that once rang with grandeur now cold and obedient.

Sylvia gave a small nod as she watched the four zombie angels hover once more above the black rose garden. Their wings, now dark gray streaked with pulsing black veins, beat slowly. Their dim eyes gazed downward with a newfound, total devotion born of complete surrender. The blinding holy light they once carried had vanished, replaced by a cold aura of death that blended perfectly with Nocture. They were no longer messengers of Heaven; they belonged to the Queen of Death.

Sylvia stood tall, the Chain of Abyss coiling back around her right arm like a satisfied serpent. Sofia stood beside her, Lucifer’s golden spear still glowing faintly in her hand, though its light now felt like a weapon patiently awaiting orders.

"You heard my command earlier," Sylvia said quietly, her voice cold yet clear, like a freezing midnight breeze. "If any other angels descend upon Nocture, turn them into zombies immediately. Let not a single one escape."

The four angels bowed in unison in midair, their wings folding respectfully even though they were now tattered and broken in places. Their voices echoed together, low but filled with absolute obedience.

"Understood, Your Majesty."

Sylvia nodded again. Her expression remained impassive, but a cold glint of satisfaction flickered in her pitch-black eyes.

"You may find places to stay in the city," she continued. "Live as you normally would. Work, patrol, or do whatever you deem necessary. Nocture is your home now as well."

The four angels exchanged brief glances, faint confusion visible in their dull eyes. Live normally? For beings who once existed in layers of eternal light, the concept of "living normally" in a city of death sounded utterly foreign. But they asked no questions. They simply nodded in unison and bowed even deeper.

"Thank you, Your Majesty," they whispered almost in perfect sync.

Then, with a single flap of wings that now felt stronger and wilder, the four of them flew slowly toward the city of Nocture below. They no longer soared with the arrogance of before their movements were calmer, more obedient, like soldiers who had finally found their true commander. The faint glow from their bodies merged with the shimmer of death crystals lining the city streets, making them nearly indistinguishable among the undead and other residents.

Sylvia watched them go until they vanished behind the black rooftops of Nocture. The Death Flame in her chest sang softly once more, like a lullaby for the long night ahead.

Sofia stepped closer, storing her spear back in her inventory. She leaned her head against Sylvia’s shoulder, her voice gentle.

"You just turned four messengers of Heaven into your own soldiers."

Sylvia gave a faint smile, her gaze still fixed on the now-empty sky.

"Not only soldiers and if Michael sends more... we’ll have even more."

The night wind blew stronger, carrying the deeper fragrance of blooming black roses.