"I am Gravekeeper Embalmus." the Jackal growled, clearly unamused with his following comment. "You will serve us. You will feel death's embrace." Purple lightning began to course all around him, the smell of necrosis now heavy in the air. He was about to strike the man down with all he had before this Adon presented a challenge to test his durability. Embalmus stopped right there, immediately intrigued by what he had to offer. No, he didn't expect him to actually follow through with his threat of decimation, but what Embalmus was looking for was... an approximation of how powerful he might actually be. The Jackal was confident in his strength and by no means doubted his durability in any way, but pride was always one of his more.... imperfect qualities. Perhaps he was playing into Adon's hands, but he was a fool to provide the opening in the first place. Embalmus did not move and, instead, spread his arms to either side of his body, opening up his torso for assault. He couldn't have moved anyway, as his queen was standing right behind him. Even if Embalmus was confident in Adon's weakness, he couldn't afford to take the chance that she would come to harm. And so, the Jackal waited and watched eagerly as the the electricity coagulated in his opponent's free hand. Subtly and far less grandiose, the undead was channeling his own energies, focusing them into his body as an extra means of defense. A sickening purple aura glowed around his massive form, the intensity of which growing by the second, gradually taking the shape of armor akin to that of an exoskeleton.
Adon hurled the massive bolt, it's speed truly impressive, perhaps even beyond Embalmus' hopes at matching. Perhaps. The bolt struck his chest, drilling into his magical fortifications faster than the general had expected. It seemed the attack was far more concentrated than it appeared! After a moment of clashing between magics, the concentrated electricity pierced his body, running half-in and half-out of his form, holding steady as the volts arced into him. Then, the bolt exploded, enveloping the undead in a pillar of electricity that shot right through the gold confines of the sphinx, likely blasting its way into the skies as well.
So... this is pain....? The Jackal wondered as one of his eyes shattered in its socket. Its been so long... What a delicious feeling... Lightning arched from the Jackal's massive body, jumping from undead to undead, roasting their bones to mere ash and dust but Embalmus refused to let the electricity progress beyond him. A goddess will not be touched by mortals! The Jackal roared with agony before a massive explosion ripped through the chamber, enveloping all in a seemingly endless dust cloud. before Adon would even be able to react (most likely given his drained state and the surrounding cloud), Something would snake out from dust and wrap itself around his good arm, holding him in place. As the cloud cleared, Embalmus was still there with his whip in hand, on one knee and with and eye busted, his right arm roasted to the bone and a hole through his center still bubbling with heat, but he was still there. Shakily, the undead general got to his feet, coughing up something black and chunky, probably what used to be his intestines. No matter... no matter... he didn't need those anyway. With a jerk of his whip, Embalmus would tear off Adon's working arm, the one that impaled him upon that spire of lightning. The Jackal snorted in finality before several bone-spikes shot up from the sand, impaling Adon in several places within his stomach in chest (once again likely unable to move with his power drained so intensely). With this fight ended Embalmus would stagger up to his defeated opponent, staring down at him not with hatred or disgust, but with a sort of grim respect.
"Yes." He growled. "I did think this battle was a joke. But you were a worthy opponent and changed that. I honor you by giving you the greatest reward I can bestow: Second life." The whip in Embalmus' hand disappeared before he pressed his hand to Adon's chest before pulling it away slowly, ripping out his soul from his body (or what was left of it), studying it's shattered remains before pouring his necrotic magic into the core of his being, forcing his will into him, but also solidifying Adon's power and existence. With a snort, the Jackal forced the soul back into Adon's body, a brutally, mindlessly painful experience as the body twisted and contorted, twitching before coming to a rest. Adon would wake up as if he had from a night terror, self-aware and concious of his position as the first of Embalmus' personal contingent.
"You. Serve. Me." Each of the Jackal's words drilling into the newly resurrected Adon. "And through me, you serve Lady Samara." The bones slipped from the lightning-man's body, freeing him to pick up his spear yet again. He would find that his wounds quickly healed, even a new arm growing in the place of the one he had lost.
"All you had known before is meaningless. You will obey. Kill The only remaining living being." Embalmus pointed towards the knight dueling the newly resurrected Harvey. "Kill him. Obey."