The next morning we went to the local temple for Mor. My family came with me of course. Since Mor was a patron of my Dad and one of my brothers. Since they were going to be in the area for the foreseeable future it was considered polite to check in at the local temple.
Which made my job all the harder.
Mor didn't have a Mistress for me to speak to so I would have to take my request directly to him. I let my family go first.
I made a point not to look in on their stats. Well I tried not to.
-Name: Kaden NightLeaf Age: 18
-Race: Human
-Class: Death Knight
-Title: First Born Son of Zenith and Everette NightLeaf, Knight Of Mor, Brother of Nefer's Mistress
-Pation God: Mor
-Blessing: None
-Consort: None
-Conditions: None
-Bloodline: Night Kissed
-Specialty: Swords, Claymore
-Lvl: 12
>HP: 3404/3404 >MP: 1545/1545
>STR: 324 >STM: 325
>INT: 250 >MAG: 50
>DEX: 300 >AGI: 300
>VIT: 700
-Racial Skills: None
-Skills: Thought Acceleration, Danger Sense, Magic (LVl 2), Regen, Hunt, Stalk, Blitz, Weakness Finder, Tame, Slash, Pummel, Harden
-Unique Skills: Berserk
I felt one of my brows raise. Aia smirked at me. "Kaden will be such a wonderful husband. Look at how hard working he is."
Hard working? I suppose that's true but where are all his skills? His stats had to be from his levels. He had double the amount of levels. Yet I had almost the same stats.
Aiden had the reverse. His magic was stronger than his physical strength.
Maria said nothing as Aiden resumed his place beside her. I moved forward next.
I put my hand on the shrine.
Mor was not sitting. Instead he stands. "Aurora it has been a long time."
I nodded in agreement, "It has."
"So what brings you by?"
"I want permission to have Kaden's would be wife assassinated."
He stares at me. His eyes watch me as I stood before him. He held his hand out to me and I placed my own in his without thinking. He smiled at me. "I will agree to your request if you agree to mine."
"What is your request?" I asked. His thumb moved over the back of my hand in a soothing circle.
"I would like to give you control of my Pures. I want you to be my Mistress of Death."
"I am already Nefer's Mistress."
"You are," he agreed. His long black hair framed him so perfectly. "There is no rule that says you can only be his Mistress."
"So what does that mean for me then?"
"You would become the Mistress of Death. You would have access to my Pures as you do his."
"Do you also have children that would be living with me?"
"I do. Two of them. One of them is waiting within the temple for your decision."
"Will your people be okay with me feeding from them as well?"
He laughed, "There are Vampires among my people as well. I think you will find my people are very accepting of your eating habits."
I didn't think about it long before my head in agreement. "Very well then. I shall become Your Mistress of Death."
"Good," he said. His mouth tipped up in a small smile as I went to walk away from him. "Oh and Aurora?" I turned back to him. "You are our favored one. You may kill anyone you wish. However you wish. Whenever you wish. So I say as the God of Death."
When I opened my eyes I was staring at my status.
Age: 15
Race: Higher Vampire (Growing)
-Class: Saint (Locked), Lady (In Progress), Mistress of War (In Progress)
-Patron Gods: Mor, Nefer, Unknown
-Title: Blessed Child of XXXXX, Mistress of Blood, Mistress Of Death, Touched by Death, Beloved by the Gods, Only Daughter of Zenith and Everette NightLeaf, Mate of Umbriel Moonmyth, Beloved of Alaric Stella, Lady of Frost, Cold Child, Child of Blood, Beloved by Blood
-Blessing: Linguist, Magical Affinity, Tree Kissed, Blood of War, Kissed by Blood, Lifeless, Crow's Nest
-Consort: Umbriel Moonmyth (Potential), Jasper (Potential)
-Conditions: None
-Bloodline: Noble Vampire- Mid Purity, (Lycan- Dormant),(Elf- Dormant),(Giant- Dormant)
-Specialty: Magic, Daggers, Twin Swords
>Lvl: 6
>HP 3070/3070 >MP: 10050/10050
>STR: 304 >STM: 350
>INT: 350 >MAG: 270
>DEX: 270 >AGI: 264
>VIT: 700
-Racial Skills: Detect Blood, Bite, Drain, Regeneration, Night walker, Enhanced Senses, XXXX (LOCKED), XXXX (LOCKED)
-Skills: Scan, Thought Acceleration, Danger Sense, Magic (LVl 5), Regen, Enhanced growth, Hunt, Stalk, Blitz, Blood Magic, Weakness Finder, Tame, Skilled Actor, Icy Aura, Blood's Kiss, Blood Call,
-Unique Skills: Inventory, Calm Mind, Rooted, Bloodlust, Blood thrist, Berserk, Plunder, Parallel Body, XXXX (LOCKED), Cold Rage, Frost Domain, Toxic Blood, Blood's Heart, Crow's Sight, Crow's Call, Death's Touch, Death's Sight
-Resistance: Pain Max, Blood loss Lvl 8, Impact Lvl 5, Poison Max, Exhaustion Max, Mental Max, Neausa Lvl 5, Starvation Max
"T- Th- Three Hundred."
I turned to look at her. Aia was looking at me like she had seen a monster. I simply smiled at her. "Come now Aia. I am a Vampire. You can't judge me by Human standards."
The Pure bowed to me. "Mistress."
"Just a moment," I told him. My gaze moved back to my family, "Plase head back to the Manor. There are a few things I need to handle first before I go back."
Papa stepped toward me but Dad stopped him from going any further. "Come now Everett. Our girl is a Mistress. I'm sure she has many matters she must take care of. We should head back to the Manor so we don't get in the way."
Papa looked down right pissed by the idea that he could be in the way. Not that it mattered as my brothers lead the females away. As Dad lead Papa away.
I waited until they left to address to the Pure, "Where is the God Son?"
I felt cold breath on the back of my neck. "Leave us Sorin." I watched as the Pure bowed and scurried from the room. "You were looking for me Mistress."
"Yes..."
"How may I help?"
"I need an Assassin."
He chuckled and rounded my body. "Then you shall have a dozen."
I smiled up at him, "Will you tell me your name?"
"Echo."
"Echo... You are Death's Echo."
"Am I, Mistress?"
I smiled as I reached for his hair. "You look a lot like him. Mor, I mean. All you God children seem to resemble your parent." He even had those green eyes. "Would you let me braid your hair?"
He kneeled in front of me. "You can do whatever you want. You are Mistress the God of Death."
"I am also Mistress to the God of War," I pointed out. His smile widened. It took on a predatory note that made me smile back at him.
"Who does a Mistress of two gods want dead?"
"One of my would be Sister in Laws."
"Then they shall die."