Bones and blood… Dark and twilight demons. It’s cold. It’s so cold. No feeling. Cold – at least I’m used to that. The zombie sat motionless six feet from the brightly burning campfire and stared at it with an unblinking gaze. Damn flames. I hate fire. Fire burns my blood. It eats up my spirit.
Bursts of orange light were reflecting in the zombie’s dead eyes, causing an uprush of fear in him. The remnants of his brain that still hadn’t decomposed when Reive read the raising invocation called forth clear images. Images of burning yellow tongues on his hands and breast. Hungry fire greedily devouring his passively rotting flesh. And blood-red eyes flashing with evil crimson magic.
The zombie had to obey. The rabbit’s body was laying at his feet. The animal’s skin wasn’t damaged anywhere.
The zombie easily caught the rabbit. Zomzom had already recovered his senses after his awakening, and
Reive wanted to watch the sunrise. The first sunrise after hundreds of years in darkness. He woke up just as the amber light of dawn appeared on the horizon. He went out of the cave, taking note of everything as he moved. The zombie was still securely attached to the man and sitting obediently at the entrance to the lair. The twilight vision told him there were no people or large predators at any great distance from them. It was quiet.For some time the necromancer walked through the forest, heading towards a hill on the edge of the trees not far away. From there he thought that a fine view would open out.He was right. Sitting on a hillock covered with soft grass, Reive locked his hands together, planted his elbows on his knees and gave himself over completely to watching the golden dawn.It was really beautiful. It aroused not only a thirst for life in the necromancer’s heart, but also other deeper emotions. It aroused desires of which he hadn&rsqu
In a split-second, the necromancer turned into an animal at bay. He leaped away from me as if he had seen the most horrible beast in the world. Something like a roar or a scream came out of his throat. I hadn’t seen such horror in his eyes before. And I couldn’t even imagine what it could be.“Reive, what’s it? Are you afraid of an insect?” I asked, slowly bringing my hands that held the locust back and letting the insect go.There was a loud buzzing of wings, and the ‘horrible monster’ flew away.The necromancer was breathing heavily, and real sweat appeared on his forehead, as if he had just run five miles. His dark-brown eyes turned black. His pale face turned into a waxen mask.“It’s... it’s all right,” he whispered, leaning against a tree beside him. He closed his eyes and tried to breathe.I saw his hands were shaking.When a person was in such a state, you didn’t
The links of the chain were worked into the shape of small skulls between which round beads were inserted like crimson drops.“What’s this?” I breathed, marveling at the gloomy beauty of the thing.“It’s... it’s a gift, little one,” he smiled. Then, he skillfully undid the clasp, dividing the chain into two parts. He grasped one part in his fist and held out the other one to me, “May I?”A shiver ran down my spine.“Sure,” I said hoarsely.This morning, I had done my hair in a plait because after the night by the fire in the forest, it didn’t look up to much. So, now, the necromancer gently slid his hand behind my back and slid the ornament around my bare neck without difficulty.As soon as the clasp clicked shut, I felt the chain fit snugly, resembling a dog collar.Reive moved his hands along my shoulders, gently massaging my skin.Oh, the Dark! Wha
Reive was light-heartedly talking to the girl, joking with her every now and then. He liked how their conversations went. He felt as if this was what he had been missing for so many years – conversations that left him feeling easier with all the bloody mix of hatred, malice and vengeance slowly blowing away from his head.However, as he was talking to the girl, he carried on deliberating. While the girl was smiling and telling him about something, he could feel the soothing warmth of her hand and continued turning over plans in his mind.The closer they approached to the capital, the more distinctly he sensed the vibrations of consciousness from his old friend. The only friend he could call real. Biellendevire. The bone dragon.It was hard not to notice the afterlife emanations of such a creature, especially if you were inseparably connected to him. Nevertheless, it looked like necromancers in Ihordarrine weren’t anything like they used t
I was shocked. It seemed to me that Reive had really lost his senses. Maybe he wasn’t an earl at all, just a common or garden robber? He might get a knife out of a secret pocket and cut the shop owner’s throat. Then, he’d take away not only suits but everything else.I turned my head aside, fighting the urge to slap my forehead and cry out. However, I didn’t do anything of the kind. Instead, I looked into the necromancer’s arrogantly-joyful glowing eyes. I almost smiled. If Reive was a robber, then he was a very charming one.The shop owner standing behind the counter was gulping for air with his mouth wide open like a fish that a whale had spat out on the shore. I was already expecting he would call security or just tell us to get out of there. Maybe he would also give us a swift kick in the rear end to say goodbye.Suddenly, the man turned pale, smoothed his moustache and... smiled broadly. Although his lips were quivering,
For a hundred gold pieces, you could rent an apartment in the best hotel of the city for six months, including meals.The man frowned, “Not stuff but the most fashionable and expensive toilettes worthy of a King and his fiancée. The money is of no importance, dear lady. I remember my father added just only one warning at the very end of his monologue. Do you want to know which one?”He looked attentively into my eyes.I had to nod.“Give him everything if you don’t want the dead to take your life...” Jeff straightened up and shook his head. “Dear lady, believe me, I don’t want to know whose descendant your friend is. It doesn’t matter to me at all!” With these words, Jeff made a meaningful bow. “I beg your pardon, it looks like the horse doctor has arrived.”He hurried out onto the street. I went after him. There, a cart with a sick horse lying in it had driven right up to the
They approached the inn the necromancer had discovered nearby. It was a large five-story building with magnificent verandas and a splendid front garden. It was obviously a place for well-to-do people. Exactly what Reive was looking for, being an earl and sovereign of one of the largest provinces in the kingdom. Of course, his title didn’t mean anything now. The family lands must belong to someone else after so many years. But the habit of luxury and abundance didn’t change.As they approached the gates, Angelina, clearly trying not to reveal her burning curiosity, timidly asked, “Reive, you were examining the sick horse at the shop so closely... Please tell me, can he be cured?”He turned and said in surprise, “Do I look like a doctor? I have no idea. But the horse was really handsome. Pity it’ll finish up that way.”The girl sighed, “Yeah, it’s a pity.”The necromancer frowned, seeing her narrow
When I opened my eyes, I saw a bottle of larnica powder on the table. I was lying on a huge soft bed, with the sunlight seeping through the white bed curtains.I felt so good I wanted to sing. Nothing ached, and the tiredness from the long walk and the night spent on brushwood in the forest had disappeared, as if it had never been.Reive was sitting in the armchai, reading a recent copy of ‘The Ihordarrine Times’, a large sheet of yellow paper folded in half and checkered with small and not quite even letters.“I’ve come to like having fits when you’re with me,” I smiled, sitting up in my bed. “I wake up rested and healthy, without any idea when I fell asleep.”“Oh, little one, you’re awake,” he threw the paper aside and sat down beside me on the bed.The bed bent under his weight and I felt a tiny spark of excitement at how close he was to me again.This time, Reive looked st
***Five years later the kingdom of Aldenor was renamed ‘Empire of Shadow’.Reive and Angelina were awarded the titles of emperor and empress. A year later their triplets were born, two boys and a girl. All three possessed a strong dark gift for twilight magic. In time, they entered the academy their mother had founded, CYANIDE— Central YOUNG Academy for Necromantic Ideology and Demonology Education.Therefore, the royal couple introduced a new fashion for necromancy. Henceforth, all influential families in the empire dreamed of sending their children to CYANIDE, still sometimes jokingly called ‘Academy of Death’.Twenty years on, necromancers had become the main combat unit of the army of the Empire of Shadow. Not one of the neighboring states would even dream of transgressing the borders or otherwise offending the continent’s most dangerous empire.Until the day of his death, Reive saw Ulfricus from time to tim
The order in Ashgenrian sounded more powerful and confident that ever before. Shivers ran down my spine.That very second a small pale shadow formed beside me, a few seconds later it acquired an outline.“Byelndevir!” Reive exclaimed, his eyes opening wide. Such a wide smile appeared on his face that I felt truly happy.“I’m sorry I nearly bit your head off,” the little spirit said, spreading his wings. Real ones, not bones.The dragon was of human size and so took up an impressive amount of space. However, that was nothing in comparison to his former dimensions. I knew his size could now be changed at will – bigger or smaller.“Fantastic!” the necromancer gasped and struggled, then succeeded to stand up from the bed. He went up to the ghost and carefully touched his wing, as if they were blood brothers. “And I didn’t take offense, my friend.”It seemed to me that
“Yes, it can.” I nodded, “When the dead opened their mouths to sing, the earth was filled with the voices of Twilight itself. It was horrifying and amazing at the same time. With each second that passed more and more ghosts appeared. Their numbers grew and quickly surpassed the numbers of the Union Army. They were dressed like military, in ancient cuirass and such like armor. Their sounds were like thunder as they moved amongst the troops of our enemies. Then the living dead on our side moved into their ranks, joining in the song, but not attacking. The warriors of the Union soon began to throw down their weapons and retreat. Several spirits surrounded each of them, shaking their swords and drawing closer as if they were thirsty for the kill.I sighed deeply, shaking off dark thoughts and continued, “And Ulfricus appeared beside me. He introduced himself, I hadn’t known what he would look like. The druid smiled sadly, laid his hand on my shoulder
hree months have passed since I became Queen of Aldenor. Reive has spent the best part of this time lolling about in bed and has only now begun to rise himself. See, I’ve taken upon myself the none-too-easy burden of governing the country.To tell the truth it hasn’t been very enjoyable. Especially having to resolve conflicts with the not inconsiderable number of disgruntled people who wanted to see someone else in power. I had much help. Advisors, mages, military leaders. Those who had come across to our side when things had quieted down a little. When it had become clear that we had a rightful claim to the throne. Reive was the enthroned ruler who had never renounced his crown. And I... I was the Gerhard Ayris’ bastard. The only illegitimate daughter of the recently deceased king.This became widely known not just to the highborn nobles, but to the common people. And, as I understand, not without the help of Asper Glane.The day after t
There were screams of horror from somewhere to the side. I turned round and saw the gates finally open and the drawbridge come fully down. Now, crowds of the transformed undead – frightening, strong and dangerous – were slowly crawling out. Even from here I could see their empty eye sockets flash with hunger and hear their sharp teeth clatter in their skulls.However, the undead weren’t hurrying to attack. There was no longer anyone to give them the order.I began to panic. I closed my eyes and forced myself to slowly breathe out.My hands were shaking. The chain in my hand was twitching, its links rattling barely audibly.Suddenly, behind my lowered eyelids I saw the threads of the Dark. In their hundreds and thousands, they were stretching out from Reive to the subjugated undead. They were chattering and tightening, demanding the order that couldn’t come.Nevertheless, there was also something else. Almost unnoticeable. Al
Dark and Twilight, how could this happen? Why?!“Duchess Myria Clarian Castro-Arcs broke away from the ranks of the main army and raced through the rows of our zombies under her own initiative,” Glein answered gloomily, drawing his sword uncertainly.It seemed I had asked the last question aloud. The garrison commander, Reive man who had been covering our rear all this time, didn’t know what he should do now. How he could bear arms against the woman he had formerly sworn to protect. Gerhard Ayris’s sister, the Princess of Aldenor.Also her own brother’s lover and my mother. Nevertheless, it was hardly likely that would be known to anyone.“And all this for the sake of killing Reive?” I moaned, struggling to help Glein keep the necromancer on his feet.The Undead King lost consciousness, and I could feel how heavy he was. I wanted to make a joke like: ‘you couldn’t tell by the look
Angelina smiled confusedly but didn’t let him distract her, “You must stop this battle. Right now. You started it, so you stop it.”Reive pursed his lips, thoughtfully rubbing his chin with one hand while continuing to hold Angelina’s wrist with the other, “Hmm... The battle’s already started. The Council is continuing its attack despite the throne guardian’s death,” he was deliberating. “I suppose either they don’t know that, or someone else is acting as supreme commander. But...” he made a short pause and then smiled and winked at the girl. “But I have a plan.”He clicked his fingers and the canopy of the Dark above them dispersed like mist.“Your Dark Majesty, it’s dangerous,” broke in Glein, standing at a respectful distance from Reive all this time. “The arrows, the magic, the flying beasts. We may not reach the walls of the fortress.”He looke
The Ashgenrian words left Reive’s lips, immediately breaking the higher undead’s attachment spell. Now, Biellendevir was attached neither to him nor to Angelina.The huge beast opened his mouth wide and cried aloud. A terrifying roar tore through the surroundings, freezing the wide-open eyes of the soldiers and chilling the hearts of the living.A bloody film clouded the gaze of the higher undead. No one controlled him now.It was no longer the same Biellen the necromancer’d known all his life. It was a higher undead, incredibly strong and incredibly hungry.“Forgive me,” Reive repeated, creating a ghostly noose and throwing it over the dragon’s neck.One movement – and the huge monster’s head drooped, his bones creaking.Biellendevir was roaring, making sounds like the howl of the cursed Abyss. No one dared to approach the three of them at that moment. Neither the enemy’s soldiers nor th
All the last day flashed by like a whirlwind before the eyes of the necromancer. He saw himself coming out of Angelina’s room. He saw the broken potion bottle, and Zomzom’s crippled body hidden behind the flight of stairs.The necromancer didn’t have any time to search for the killer just then. He ordered the zombie brought to his laboratory, promising himself he would find the brazen mage who had decided to make such a stupid joke with his personal servant.Now, the puzzle had come into place. This brazen mage was Livia Rendan. She had turned out to be a much stronger opponent than he had realized. The woman hadn’t only been able to delay the effect of the curse but with time might manage to completely neutralize it. Reive saw she was already able to speak perfectly well and even get to her feet. It was worthy of admiration. Reive had always respected strength of mind.However, Livia didn’t want to live. She had something els