"How long has he been like this?" Eris asked with her hands on her hips, as she watched Jack laying in his evening tomb, staring at the ceiling.

"He's mentally messaging me even now various incoherent phrases and words..." Leslie was slightly at an end, as both she and Eris watched from the side with troubled faces.

Emily was informed, and it was expected she would be here at any moment, in fact-

The door slammed open, as Emily bounded into the room, and pounced into the evening tomb with Jack while crying.

"JACK! HUSBAND! ARE YOU OKAY?! SPEAK!? SPEAK TO ME!?" Emily shook Jack in his evening tomb, as black blood dripped from her chin, as it seemed she ran here from her feast, as soon as she received Leslie's mental message.

"Sister... Take it easy," Leslie called out, gently. Leslie seemed to be far more calm than the other two consorts. It was if she had grown used to Jack's strange antics.

"No! Speak! Jack speak!" Emily continued to throttle Jack.

As Leslie was to reach out to take Emily from Jack, she heard Jack's voice overlap with the mental messages he was sending her. While not impossible to talk and mentally message at the same time, it was something that was difficult to do.

"Damned father of all... The Blind Idiot God... Lays upon his bed of the World Tree... The flutes have eyes! They saw me seeing them, and the things that guard the Damned Dreaming God, his Court of Chaos... They look back..."

Emily stopped shaking Jack and listened to his words. Leslie had to admit that while what he was saying still didn't make sense, at least his sentences were getting longer.

"...Did he say Damned Father of All?" Eris spoke next with a slight shock.

Emily who was straddling Jack, and Leslie both looked to Eris.

"Uhhh... It's just... Well, my Mother was a bit of an expert in these things and... Well, The Damned Father of All should be the Creator. Lots of weird old tales speak of the dreaming god and his court of chaos. If I didn't know any better... Jack acts as he saw it himself." Eris shifted from foot to foot while explaining.

"Okay... How do we fix him?" Leslie asked as Emily nodded, he horn crowned head, as Jack continued his deranged talk of the Blind Idiot God.

"This... Well... There was only one case I know of, and this was even before The Vampire God Alucard. The first and only Emperor of the nine realms, Luther Talrok. It was said that he was granted Visions of the domain of the Dreaming God. It drove him mad. At the time, he wasn't the Emperor, but even so he was still a king of a small kingdom. His prophet preformed some kind of ceremony and liberated him. When the soon-to-be Emperor rose, he was back to what could be called normal, but he knew things... He had the ability to just whisper something to someone and they would go mad in an instant! Other abilities were that he cultivated all the elements at once, even light... Just ridiculous things, but honestly how much of that is true and how much of it is romantic tales, even my mother was unsure. My mother was certain that the Vampire God Alucard was attempting to see the Dreaming God and his Court, but Ragnarök started before he could accomplish his mission, and so left behind his legacy... Eep... I'm sorry, I just started to ramble!" Eris covered her mouth, as she saw that Emily's and Leslie's expressions turned grim.

Leslie spoke up, "No... It's an interesting tale."

"I thought you were just a bimbo slut Vampire whore, but it seems you have more use than just shaking your ass and fawning over Jack," Emily spoke flatly.

"HEY!" Eris pointed her finger, "I'm more than a pair of tits, you shitty dead eater!"

"Keep your finger to yourself, or you might find me using it to stir my drink..." Emily smiled revealing her ragged teeth, to which Eris retracted her hand and backed up.

"Emily, don't you think it's time to get off Jack?" Leslie interjected.

"No..." Emily spoke with a significant reduction in attitude to Leslie.

Leslie then turned back to Eris, "So, we just need to get Jordan... Lightborn, the Prophet to come in here and fiddle with Jack?"

"I'm just saying that's what worked for the Legendary Emperor of the Nine Realms."

Leslie became quiet for a moment, while Eris wondered what she was doing. Emily slide to the side of Jack, she couldn't exactly face him with her crown of horns, but he did lay the back of her head on his bony shoulder, as Jack continued to mutter.

"...Well... Strange as always..." Leslie spoke up, after he brief pause.

"What?" Eris asked as she saw the odd look on Leslie's face.

"It seems that the good prophet has already made it here to Saigunrai, and should be at the Palace in about three hours... It's kind of creepy how he knows these things."

"Well... Prophets are said to be able to see and predict the future to an extent. I take it, it's just like that." Eris followed up.

"My Unc-, The Spider Prophet was a lot like that, but now that I think about it... I wonder how much he told the truth, and how much he manipulated the Prophecies." Emily spoke, as she felt the black blood drying on her chin. She took out a cloth from her side, and wiped her face, as she became slightly embarrassed to see that she had 'food' all over her face. She never thought she would need etiquette lessons for eating... In fact, no one of royalty of Neolith needed them...

"Let's get the Clergy to bring up some dust for relaxation and set it off in here... Even if it's only to ease Jack's spirit a little, it will be for the best." Leslie decided as she opened the Door to see seven Holy Sentinels standing-by.

"We need the Prophet to see Jack, He should be here within the next three hours. Send some help to get him here faster." Leslie spoke to this point, as three Holy Sentinels disappeared in a flash of light.

"We also need some Dust to relax the God-King, if I can trouble someone to get Lucius to handle this and bring it back personally." Another two Holy Sentinels blinked out sight.

The other two nodded to Leslie, as they continued to watch the Door.

"Thank you." Leslie bowed to them, as she returned back to Jack's, the God-King's, room.

*******

"Knock, Knock, Knock."

Leslie, who was sitting at Jack's oversized desk, along with Emily who was still laying with Jack, and Eris who had crawled to the ceiling as usual looked to the door. It was unusually for anyone to knock on the door. The Holy Sentinels would just send them in, if they were approved, such as Doctor Hollowell.

Leslie rose and went to open the door. As she opened the door, the wizened figure of Jordan Lightborn strolled-in to the room, as he spoke.

"It's good to see the Ghost, the Sucker, and the Phage Goddess in the same place," Jordan spoke with a smile.

"Ghost?!"

"Sucker?!"

"How do you know I'm a Goddess?"

"You're a Goddess?" Eris looked over from the ceiling into the evening tomb to Emily.

"Yeah... Goddess of Ghouls."

"...Uh... So, Goddess of Monsters got it."

"HEY!"

"Shhhh, Shhhh, Shhhh. I did not mean to offend. I'm just surprised you are all here in one place. My God-King sure has charisma." Jordan hobbled over to the evening tomb to look at Jack, who was speaking in a low voice, as Jordan was listening.

"Yup, yup... It's as I fore saw. He not only found out about the Blind Idiot God, but he saw him, his court, and even his pipers... One has to give credit where it is due... So not have his soul taken from him and returned to the source. I'm glad that he is so strong." Jordan nodded many times as if he was talking to himself.

"""Can you fix him!?""" Leslie's, Emily's, and Eris' voices overlapped.

"Hmmm... Yes, but I have to warn you all... He may not be the same as he was before. There will be a period in which he will need to adjust to the new truth he sees." Jordan spoke ominously.

"As opposed to him lying in his tomb chattering endlessly... Almost anything is better than this..." Eris spoke looking upside down.

Jordan nodded and agreed.

"Yes."

"Well, I'll need you three to help to fix him. Come to my side." Jordan began.