Necropolita - City of the Damned, Ch. III
 

"Go away" an angry voice echoed from the tower. Lord Scoth walked out of the tower and sneered at the lich "He isn't seeing anyone now"

Eff wanted nothing more at that moment than to blow the death-knight clear off the continent - but he didn't want to start a war with Valas. Not yet anyway.
"And why in da nine-hells not?! I got's reason ta believe dat one o' da hollows dat attacked da stadium came here after stealin my gear! An' I'm not leavin' until I find out where it went!"

Lord Scoth's fist smashed against the wall as Eff uttered that last sentence concerning the hollow. If anything he looked more angry as he yelled "I said go away. Valas is not going to talk about that hollow". Suddenly Lord Scoth realized he had slipped and let Eff learn something that he was not supposed to know. "So just go away!" he yelled trying to cover up his mistake.

In mere days the soul society lay in ruins. A new army of hollows were hunting down the souls in Rukongai. "Shame, good amount of the soul reaper escaped, but I devoured...." his eyes stared at the zapatou that lay at his feet. "seven...eight....10 captains. And my new minions are further increasing my numbers. My orders stand, you will remain untill you are summoned. However if the soul reapers appear do not face them, I will handle them myself."

After gathering his supplies he re-entered the mortal realm and sought out some humans. Once he found a vampire's supply he attacked. First feeding on their blood, then their souls. The eyes behind the masked stared at those he had yet to feed on. "You know the advantages to eating humans? First I can turn their souls into hollows." His voice changed to Va's, "then I can drain their blood and make them into my obidient little slaves."

The blazing red glow in Eff's eyesockets went out for a moment, then came back. He had blinked. He hadn't even known he could do that without eyelids, but he had done it nonetheless. When he spoke, Eff's voice was calm, reasonable, controlled - sophisticated even; Not like him at all. His rage had reached such a height that no amount of yelling, screaming, or wild gesticulating could convey it. So he was sitting on it, keeping it in check through a supreme effort of will.
"You mean to tell me, sir," he said, assuming a relaxed posture, "That Valas knows that a hollow is here, with my possessions? That Valas has seen, and possibly held conference with this hollow? "
The glow in Eff's eyes went from red to blue, and from blue to blinding white... another thing he hadn't known he could do. Lacking sufficient means of expression, his rage was finding new ways of showing itself.

"Master how should we handle this?"

"Handle it? it's a minor inconvenience." The ethereal lich floated the book to him. "It is your duty to learn the incantations, formula nad magic in this book, and to make a copy, inked in your own blood. If you want to use some of the spells on hollows that is your business. Your next task is to locate for me a copy of the Necronomicon. The only true copy I've heard of was in the private libraries of the Lich kings of old. Which one I don't know."

"As you wish my lord."

the light began to dim.

I'm tired my apprentice. I'd like to rest.

"Yes my lord."

He turned to the guests.

"let us get going."

Lord Scoth sneered he was angry at this impotent lich and at himself for letting information he was not supposed to get out. "It might not even be the same hollow lich. And as I said get out! The hollow is not here." The death knight screamed at Eff, he was not scared of this lich. He had protection by one that was greater before, or atleast now. He also was not without resources of his own.

Although starting a war with Valas was now on Eff's to-do list, he had more pressing matters to attend to. So, rather than cast reality maelstrom and dump the disrespectful death-knight on a random plane of existence, he said, "Do not presume to intimidate me with Rage. I know more of rage than you know of slaughter. Tell me where the hollow has gone and I will be on my way ." He paused. The malevolent glow in his eyes flared for a moment. "An ya don't want me stickin' around, bub."

Lord Scoth snorted and growled simply "I don't know where he went and neither does Valas. NOW GO AWAY" screaming that last part he pointed away from the tower.

Klarke stood near the arena. He hadn't suffered from the Murkmen ambush nearly as much as he suffered from the Hollow attack. Klarke was simply far too much for even that many creatures to handle. He had no vulnerabilities to the methods of attack that they had, they didn't even measure up to Klarke's "waist", and not one survived a good swing of Klarke's blades. They were also crushed easily by his tree trunk legs. It sure took some time to dispatch them all, and in the end, Klarke came up empty-handed. No Master, no possible clues, and Klarke's size wouldn't allow him access any farther. So Klarke ventured back up, arriving at the arena again.
"Bravo, golem."
Klarke turned slowly to spot...obviously, the little girl again. "Oh, wait. You're an idiot. There's no way you'd see a link, if there was one, between the Hollows and Murkmen you encountered. Sorry. No Master here, either. Oh, but do keep searching for more monsters to destroy with your undead might. Perhaps we'll see what to make of you."
At that, the girl walked behind a wall. Klarke decided to follow, but found her gone, vanished into nothingness. There was nothing for Klarke at the moment. He couldn't go anywhere in the sewers. The mansion had nothing for him now. Klarke stood at the arena, trying to come up with something new.