Flying through the night sky a beautiful set of bright stars and a large waning moon in the sky I reach a small country house surrounded by fields of rotting crops flying down I spot a light on in the house. Looking through the window I find that a figure in a dark cloak is working on something at a nearby bench his slim figure hidden by a cloak. Suddenly I hear a scream. Startled I begin to form up mist just encase slowly surrounding the whole home in a mist cover. As I worked I spot the figure slowly turning around and spot a haggard face. WITCH!!! No... Wrinkly dull eyes... Zombie walks in dragging woman and presents it before her... Lich? No... that thing has a face a lich should be a skeleton. That's maybe a necromancer? Well I guess it's not that weird to see a female necromancer now that I think about it. They are magical users of undead nature so gotta be close to being a lich and if they grow up to be a lich wouldn't that mean gender is meaningless... I mean if a lich is just a skeleton with no meat then genitals go bye bye... Also I doubt a necromancer would have much interest in having children after bringing new life into the world is kinda the opposite of what they do... As they bring new death into the world? Idk seems accurate. The undead aren't truly dead but they are the opposite of life so gotta be a kinda death and they create that kind of death. A living death. Hmm it's an interesting concept. Anyways while I was thinking about the issue at hand the zombie has stripping the struggling woman before the necromancer kissed her... Oh... maybe they do have interests on this matter? Suddenly the struggling woman went stiff and fell to the floor both the necromancer and the zombie backing up letting her fall before her body began to twitch and flail about before rising again skin extremely pale...
Do they make zombies by kissing? That's... Hmm... Ok then... So why was the woman stripped? Quickly getting my answer the necromancer commanded the woman onto a table and began to cut her open pulling out and putting in things... Ok then so experimenting on the fresh zombie? With a shrug I forget about the interesting show before I begin to feel for the mist I left behind on that guy... Flying up to an unlit window I find him laying in a bed quietly like a cute harmless middle-aged man... Well whatever not cute but you get the point. However, looking around the room at the mess of blood I can clearly tell he didn't stop after leaving and went on a bit of a rampage... Guess that makes sense and where better to kill wantonly then in a place where the landlady is a necromancer? Looking around the room I find a few strange leather bound books on the nearby book shelf covered in strange deep crimson symbols wrapped in pale white leather bindings... So... Books bound in human skin? Hmm I'm willing to bet that those are the necromancers... More then the landlady huh? Secret lover? No he was in love with his sisters wife... Hmm... Hearing a clicking sound I quickly climbed under the guys bed. A maids dress showing up from behind the door as it opens before moving out of the way and a slim figure in a robe entered. Unless their are two robes exactly alike at the lower half here... Which wouldn't be that weird.
Hearing the footsteps of the woman the man on the bed rustles and I hear a voice. "Ah grandma you are finally coming to bed." Oh... Hmm so just grandson and grandma why would they sleep together? Seeing the robe of the other figure fall to the floor in front of the bed I get my answer... Gross... Is he banging a corpse? I mean grandma thing aside just why bang a necromancer? Does she have a pulse? Would she be all dry down there? As the wrinkly pale legs climb into the bed I hear a crazy cackle followed by "I had some business to take care of. Speaking of have you given any thought to my offer child? Killing that girl and raising her as your bride wouldn't be that hard. Your brother and his righteous ways he took far too much after that goody too shoes mother of yours that stole my precious son away from me... He was my best corpse supply." With a sigh I hear a very good explanation of the general situation and nod along noting the important points fulfilling my curiosity of how a necromancer could mingle with a noble family... From what I gather the noble daughter fell in love with a knight who killed for his mother to give her corpses but played the role of a knight to hide his acts but betrayed his mother for that noble daughter when he fell to... Hmm interesting.
Well thanks for the explanation folks... I appreciate it. After what I can only describe as a revolting stay beneath the shaking bed they finally both fall asleep... Guess necromancers sleep... I mean they do still have brains I guess... Scouting out the situation with my mist careful not to even touch the necromancer as I don't know how deeply a corpse would sleep I discovered her sleeping peacefully her wrinkly old face looking just like a corpse that would never wake. Flooding my extra mist into the guys body I fly out of the room carefully to be careful just encase he wakes the necromancer in his last moments. Setting everything up and hiding carefully behind the window sill I peep my little head in as I form my little claws inside his throat and immediately attack his voice box.
"-70"
Startled the guy raises up with a startled expression hold his throat and looking for his attacker finding only an empty room he reaches hand towards his sleeping grandma but just before he begins to stretch his arm out I have already began the next part of my plan. Swiping from both directions at once my claws tear into the back of the brain working together to completely severe the spinal cords connection to the brain.
"-80"
"-75"
As my claws are still composed of clouds of thick mist they don't perfectly severe the tissue but his arms goes limp and he falls back immobile so I guess success. As I form a few more claws in his throat and begin to slowly and quietly behead him from the inside out I apologize to the little monster in the making in my heart. While he was a very evil individual I don't necessarily hate evil. I mean no one is truly evil I can't be the world moral judge but I do dislike people who betray themselves and their own words and beliefs... He loved a woman and that love led him to hurt her and steal all her happiness away so he definitely deserves to die. I have no hatred or love for the man simply a neutral and passionless scorn.
"Human Dark Magician level 22 slain exp 1000*7
lvl 17/24 exp 4765/5000"
After the head has been perfectly severed I take a moment to appreciate the exp given, gathering it in a cloud of mist and slip it out the open window. Grabbing a nearby leather sack and steal it to. After getting outside I dump out the sack and replace it's contents with a head before tying it up and ensuring the little strings are tied properly in a bow like all good presents should be. Then I clear out all the mist and cover my wings in clouds as I grab the top of the bag flying upwards from the top as I lift it with clouds from the bottom. While it's not necessary to strain myself keeping it up I can carry it much faster then the clouds due to the fact I'm solid so it won't take three days or so to get it back to the fort. Taking off and flying away for a good distance I take a moment to look back. So that guy would have become a necromancer in the future? I mean it makes sense that necromancers are the advancement from dark magician... but how do these people advance? Hmm... I should research this when Ellie advances maybe I can make my own class and advance like them. Turning back towards the fort I begin to fly.