Story 622: The Blood Pact

The crimson lights of the Crimson Citadel flickered as General Viktor ‘Bloodfang’ Kruger stood in the heart of his war room, examining the newly turned Sentient Undead Soldier before him. Unlike the mindless husks outside, this creature retained intelligence, agility, and obedience. A masterpiece of bio-warfare.

Sergeant Darius ‘Hellhound’ Rook stood beside him, arms crossed, watching the undead soldier kneel in submission.

“Looks like it worked,” Rook muttered, impressed but wary. “But how do we know it won’t turn on us?”

Kruger’s smirk was razor-sharp. “Because unlike the fools who unleashed the virus before me… I command the dead.”

A steel door hissed open, and Dr. Sylvia ‘Plague Mistress’ Voss entered, a twisted smile on her face. Behind her, several more prisoners were dragged in—resistance fighters, mercenaries, and traitors.

“You wanted more test subjects?” Voss said, tilting her head. “I brought you a selection.”