Dolly Bitta -The Third Servant- (Patreon)

Happy Halloween everyone, I hope you're having a good one, today is a day of celebration and to celebrate, here you have the last fragment story (for now) along with a Full-Body of my new OC and the 4th member of The Night Team, Dolly, The Undead.

Storytime!

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Dolly Bitta "The Undead"

The last Hallow's Night was a sight to behold, night sky lit up by lightning, thunder and storm thick fog permeated the ground, portals opening at every corner around, Harbingers of Chaos pouring out from them and summoning the dead as their minions, the witch queen and her servants fighting side by side with Terra's saviours. And... at the end of the strife, the battlefield covered in blood, gore, ashes and dust, the Emerian Palace damaged but not lost.

Ella'Phana and her servants worked for a few months to repair the damages on the east side of the palace walls, but the work was still way far from done and yet again, the date was closer every day, the Hallow's Night was coming for them.

With each passing year the night of strife was tougher and tougher, there was no denying it and the witch knew it, she already had her servants Hollee and Cheshire, battle-tested and loyal, but now she needed workers and she needed them in numbers. Being once one of the best in the field of necromancy and growing both in power and in mana reserves from the last Hallow's Nights, she now had the tools she needed to rise an army to serve under her command.

But the question arose, which world would still have what she needed?, she then walked straight to her private library, the sound of her black heels against the obsidian floor echoed with each footstep, reverberating on the walls and corridors as she passed by, from her palace the landscape had been severely affected since "The Convergence" started and with each battle it was changed even more. but an army of workers would effectively help with that.

"Maybe I can even think of remodeling after The Convergence ends" *giggles*

Upon reaching her library, the witch spent some good hours doing her research, but finally she found a world that could have exactly what she needed. It was a world "In development" as she liked to call them –a world that still had to overcome a great Crisis– peering into her "Water Mirror" she studied it for a bit, she saw this world had already been tested a few times but their greatest challenge still had yet to come and that challenge was not far, the perfect time for her to rise some fallen warriors from it and restore their souls to the cycle. 

"A victory for everyone" she thought.

Without delay she prepared for the task, called upon her servants and powered up the palace's barrier, descended to the deepest level of her home and activated "The Gate".

In function, the Gate was no different of the one Terra's saviours used, but in form they where completely unalike, while the saviours had and artificial one built within Terra's core made of metal, glass and polymer the one at her palace was a natural one, the ancient device was made of stone with runes carved by hand, no cables where visible like in the artificial one, instead of that mana veins flooded the gate and it's surroundings, glowing and pulsating when the witch's magic pass through them.

With the gate activated the energy infused the air around it, sparks of light detached and floated from the now glimmering runes, the gliding particles surrounding the gate made it look almost ethereal, the eye of the gate opened and revealed the sight of green forests, dense tall trees and towering, distant mountains. Ella'Phana, Hollee and Cheshire look at each other and nod just before taking the step to pass through the gate.

The witch and her servants arrive without issues and the servants quickly shapeshift into their smaller forms –the little pumpkin and the petite spirit– the witch summons her broom and the now pint-sized servants ride in her lap while she lifts off. Their destination in this foreign place are the mountains on the farthest north of this world, a place called "Omen Point".

Hours spent flying went by but the trio was enjoying the views, this world was beautiful and had a lot to offer. Near their destination the clouds turned denser and darker, the weather, colder, the flight, harsher and the fields dryer.

Whistling winds and snow made their appearance, a carpet of white covered everything in sight, the towering mountains grew taller the closer they got, twisted, sharper and imposing, all the signs slowly gathering in one place, this was a site of death, a place scarred by battle, a field of dried blood and frozen tears. And to crown it all, a colossal crater encompassed by the distorted mountains that revealed a glimpse of the disaster that fell upon this land. 

"Omen Point" the witch whispered.

"Fitting name forrr a place like thiss" Cheshire muttered.

"That's one big-big crater!" Hollee exclaimed.

"That's the place, get ready to work" Ella ordered.

"Yessirrr!" replied Cheshire, smiling confidently.

"Aye, aye queen-captain!" Hollee shouts while her little stem made a salute-like gesture.

They descended battling against the freezing-cold, gusts of wind, the rough weather made evident why no life could be found in the area, once with their feet on the ground and shifting back to their real forms, the witch queen ordered her servants to start spreading their own blood and sealing it with their mana, hastily they did as they were told, Phana did the same, between the three of them a massive necro-runic circle was created on the center of the crater in just mere moments. With everything prepared the three of them took their place separated by the same distance, they resembled a triangle shape inside the circle, the queen started the ritual, while the pumpkin and the cat started to chant, their words materialized as luminous runes in the empty space in front and around them, rune upon rune and word upon word appeared, resonated, shone and then disintegrated into minuscule brilliant particles that fell dancing with the wind into the enormous necrotic runic circle bonding with it, powering it, each word of the incantation brought the ritual closer to it's completion.

Seconds turned to minutes and the land started to tremble as the trio begun to levitate, the bodies buried by the old catastrophe began to move still deep beneath the ground, like a song with a sinister rhythm their chant turned aggressive and belligerent, until the point the incantation became a dark war cry, coordinated and perfect the ritual was almost complete, the earth shook, the ice cracked, the snow flew and the circle tinted itself black and emerald.

"Warriors of yore you fought proud an tall once! you fell and failed but now I grant you a new chance! fight for me, fight at my side, harken your memories of battle and your enemies vice, receive my blessing and become their demise! now... rise and break this accursed tomb of ice!" Ella'Phana shouted with a resounding and commanding voice as her eyes glimmer with power.

Immediately the first hand emerged, clenched in a fist demolishing the frigid tomb the crater represented, cracking the surface as if it was lifted in victory over the claws of death.

"The skies turn dark as our flames burn bright!, none shall stand our combined might!" Hollee's voice reverberated on the magic storm inside the circle.

Then another one, reaching out to the skies and searching where to hang on to climb and surge.

"Yourr enemy left you herre to rrrot, tought you werre dead and done, time to rrrise and make them be undone!, now let the currrse of death be gone!" Cheshire voice leaves a mystical trace in the air as the dead rise to life.

And another, and another, the old frozen limbs soon reached the dozen and rapidly they had multiplied, hundreds of fallen warriors claiming life again, unearthing themselves with their renewed strength granted by the witch's power. 

"RISE!!!" the three dark ladies screamed as one. 

The risen soldiers, stood up, their eyes gleamed with the emerald colour of the Emerian queen and once all of them where released from their bitter prison they roared menacingly at unison. 

The witch, the pumpkin and the cat touched ground once again, tired and pale, their blood running low and their mana almost depleted, but with their task successfully completed, the witch had a last spell to cast before they could leave and that was to seal her new army within herself so she could summon them whenever they were needed, but before she could cast, one of her new soldiers caught her eye, quickly Hollee noticed it and investigated.

"Mistress! this one didn't rise... but why?" the pumpkin was puzzled.

Cheshire walked towards the event, "It's trrrue, she is small and cute, but she is missing and arrm and a leg too" kneeling down she inspected the body.

The witch observes, her arms crossed and her mind working.

"She is not like the others, this one is much, much powerful, she has our mana inside of her, there is no doubt, but judging by her scars..." the queen stops for a second touching her lips with the reverse of her hand, her knuckle caresses her lower lip.

"Oh I see! this little mouse was experrrimented on! the poorrr thing looks like some dolls I saw back at Wonderrrland" declares Cheshire.

"She is cutey-cute! we should take her and repair her mistress!" Hollee happily says.

Ella'Phana meditates it for a moment and decides to take her back home.

"We will take her with us and bring her to life again, but first..." Ella begins to cast the spell she previously interrupted, but instead on herself she casts it on the broken doll, sealing her new army within the short, fragmented lady.

"This will do, she will carry my army of undead and once repaired she will be their general, I perceive great power in this small body and back home I have the perfect parts for her, she will be a magnificent construct servant" Phana smiles and materializes a chain with an oversized ring-shaped shackle, which she promptly closes around the doll's waist.

"Hooray! the cutey-cute is coming with us!" Hollee exclaims.

"We came looking forrr silverr but we found gold my lady" Cheshire says while looking at her mistress.

"Indeed we did my dear" 

The trio sets out to travel back home, the trip required much less effort going back as the queen always carried her "Tear of Recall" crushing it on the ground the gate opened and brought them back to the depths of the Emerian Palace.

The next night after a well-deserved rest, the witch queen was working at her alchemy tower, Hollee and Cheshire expectant at her work and eager to meet the new servant, the dark-haired lady came back and forth, bringing ingredients, Philosopher's thread to connect the new limbs, tomes of alchemy and magic, her dark grimoire and the most important, the limbs to replace the lost ones, they were dark, pitch-black in colour and their shape, inhuman, but if she executed the procedure perfectly they would adapt and reshape to fit her body, Cheshire recognized the pieces and couldn't help but ask her mistress, "Mistrrress arre those... demon limbss?" concern was evident in her tone.

"That's correct my dear, I connected her memories to my crystal ball and observed who she was before she perished"

Both servants look at her the interest shone like sparks in their eyes.

"She was great warrior who sacrificed herself to save everyone she held dear"

"That's... Awesome!" Hollee excitedly shouts.

"She certainly managed to succeed... at least partially"

"Parrrtially?" Cheshire inquires.

"Yes, but that's a story for another time, the event that is in our interest happens after her death"

Her servants look at each other, then back to her.

"She was stolen from her resting place and as you can see experimented on, she became even more powerful than in life and decided she would fight until her new body lasted. In life and in death she protected her people, but her body had a flaw, a terrible flaw and she perished once more, the battlefield we visited was her last"

The witch takes the demon arm and starts to connect it to the doll.

"Her old limbs were severed and stolen from her, before she was felled and she apparently had the arm and the leg of a celestial being, alas, we don't have that kind of parts here, thus these ancient demon fragments will suffice" she remarks as she finishes connecting the arm and starts with the leg.

"Her name while alive is unknown to me, but I could not care less, because she will need a new one as she will be reborn, any suggestions my dears?" the witch inquires.

"She iss some kind of... cute undead doll, so I think "Dolly" would be fitting" Chesire says.

Hollee thinks for a moment and looks at her, up and down, from head to toe, "Mmmm... undeads and zombies like to bite a lot! *chomping noises* nam, nam!  and she has big pointy, pretty teeth, so "Bitta" like biter but prettier!" Hollee bites the air in front of her *chomping noises*

"We'll go with both" says the queen while splicing the last strands, finishing her task. "Now a drop or two of my blood" she bites her own tongue, the crimson fluid soon pours from her mouth, she leans towards the face of the doll and kisses her, the witch's tongue plays around for a few seconds and when she stands up again, a thread of glistering mana can be seen from mouth to mouth, the demonic fragments begin to swell and contract in sudden spasms, to twist and shrink, their shape changes and adapts to their new vessel, their colour pales to almost the same tone of their new owner at the same time the skin of her whole body blushes as her heart starts to beat and the blood runs again through her veins, a violent reaction ensues and her body contorts, it only last for moment and then, she lays quietly again, finally her eyes open and glow with power and life, the white sclera turns dark, she looks around confused, the witch and her servants lean forward at the same time looking at their new partner.

"Welcome back to the land of living Dolly Bitta" The witch queen says in a warm, soft, soothing tone. 

Thus Dolly, The Undead was born.    

I hope you like it and if you like the new addition to the OC roster, leave some good love for her on the comments.

Cheers!