Chapter 75: The pirates
Marcus let out an angry laugh as he grabbed his weapon, his men following suit. He didn't even need to order them to prepare themselves, as they were already armed and ready.
They all only had one thing on their minds: destroying these vagrants who dared to attack His Majesty's glorious ship.
Dicaeus walked along the long and dark corridors of his castle, his gate loud and imposing. His red and black tunic swished violently as he walked, making his way to the forging rooms. He narrowed his blood-red eyes upon entering the room, expecting to see his creation completed, but was disappointed to find it unfinished.
"What is taking so long?!" He growled as he saw the half-shaped beast he had brought back from Tartarus.
One of his helpers averted his eyes from the piercing glare sent his way. "I apologize, lord Dicaeus, but the bull's defeat over a millennium ago makes finding its scattered pieces throughout the realm of death difficult."
"I thought I asked you to send in a request from the god of death already? With his help, we should be able to recover the body of the bull! So what happened?" He roared.
The helper let out a whimper before clearing his throat. "Lord Emperion has formally declined our request, saying that it wouldn't be wise to revive the bull. "We now live in peaceful times, and he says that causing such devastation by reviving the bull would be unwise."
"Ill advised?! What does he know!" Dicaeus yelled, his eyes glowing with fury.
"He said that if we still insist on bringing the bull back, then we'll have to gather the pieces ourselves." He continued.