Blood, blood everywhere. When he closed his eyes, a red haze spread beneath his eyelids, seeping into him, bringing poison.
Blood. Wet and sticky. All over arms, clothes and armor. Mountains of corpses underfoot. And he, Reive Eridanus Castro-Firel, guilty of the death of each one. The Undead King!
Since when had the ghosts of the past turned into nightmares chasing at his heels? Since when had he begun to care about the lives of those whose dead bodies he had stepped on to rise to greatness? To power and strength. To might, such as had never been seen on earth before.
The necromancer walked along the castle corridors but saw before him only the paths of the past. Again, they floated before his eyes, like the agony of a dying man watching his own life during the seconds before his death.
Now, Shaina Dellmar emerged in front of him. His ex-wife. He had only to close his eyes and her image appeared in his head. Evil laughter echoed from the walls, turning i
She leant towards him, cuddling up against him with her high breasts tightened in her bodice and drew him closer by the lapels of his shirt. For a split second, their lips touched, then Reive moved back, pushing the witch away. At first, there was confusion in Livia’s eyes, but then, when she realized he had spurned her once again – outright fury, “What are you...” she began to say, but suddenly, she had a fit of coughing. She grasped her throat, swallowing repeatedly in torment.Suddenly she turned a completely different look on the necromancer. Fearful. Her eyes were now full of bewilderment and disbelief.Reive smiled. Yeah, he liked seeing Livia Rendan look like this.“You’re correct, Your Grace,” he said calmly, seating himself in the armchair that she had occupied. “You’re feeling how the curse is coursing through your body, aren’t you? Because you’re Firel’s strongest necromancer! I&r
At a certain moment, the zombie heard the order. His master pulled invisible threads through space, making the dead man come to him from wherever he was.Zomzom didn’t object. In any case, there was even some rudimentary feeling resembling curiosity inside him. Like a dandelion root: if you pull the plant up, it won’t disappear. A tiny root will remain deep in the earth’s womb, and eventually, the hard-bitten sprout will rise again.Now, the zombie felt the itch of this underdeveloped undead curiosity sprout inside him.What did his master call him for? Maybe he’d finally feed him somebody’s yummy finger?Last time, he’d brought a tongue. Unfortunately, the zombie couldn’t eat it.Zomzom tossed the strange organ about in his mouth. He munched a couple of times and closed his mouth again. It seemed like he was happy all the same that things had worked out like this.The closer he came to the place his
The boy continued croaking, while slowly standing up.Zomzom cocked his head to one side, vividly remembering what it meant not to be able to say anything. Now he was staring from side to side, watching his master do magic. He liked watching the twilight magic begin to move like a living being, obeying every wish of its creator.Now, this ‘living being’ kept getting scarier. Zomzom couldn’t remember its name, seeing vague images from the past and trying to remember something very important that would explain what was happening around him.Suddenly, in a flash of enlightenment, a picture began emerging before his eyes like an old puzzle.Jake Eridanus Castro-Firel. The King of Aldenor. He ascended the throne thirty-five years before Reive. The crown went to him, though not by inheritance. The Eridanus genus was a side branch in the royal genealogy tree. However, Jake was lucky. His second cousin died without any children or direct heirs.
By lunch time, I had finally got myself out of bed. I was brought breakfast and lunch right into my room, about which I was incredibly surprised, confused and, frankly speaking, happy. I was a real lover of hearty meals. Especially since I’d rarely had the chance to please my stomach with fried tomatoes in prawn sauce, freshly baked bread with sunflower seeds, and freshly squeezed dragonfruit juice. This was only the first part of the meal! I even thought that the eggplant omelet with spicy sausages, flavored pastry and an orange mousse were for two people. For Reive and me. However, it turned out Earl Eridanus had breakfast long ago.The same thing at lunch. Again, I was happier than ever. It turned out a potter’s adopted daughter needed so little to be happy – only a couple of buns and a plate of delicious food. Good that Reive didn’t see me. He’d have thought me a hungry village hick.Anyway, in the afternoon, I finally came to myself.
We did indeed run away. At some point, Reive did an about-face, pretending to have a splitting headache after doing magic, and carried me away.The thing was, none of the guests dared to say a word. On the contrary, They told us both to rest and get outdoors as much as possible. Therefore, Reive promised to do that right away.As we left the castle, the sun was already beginning to set, but the necromancer looked happy. As if a picnic at night was exactly what he wanted. He had a suede backpack with two bottles of wine and fruit over his shoulder. Just like a few days ago, when we arrived at Firel. This time, Reive promised we wouldn’t ride horses.We set out of the castle on foot, enjoying the evening sun and the soft breeze caressing our skin. I so much wanted to find out what curse had been put on me and what was happening to Duchess Rendan. And how Reive was helping her and where this black magic could have come from. But I just watched the necromancer
This thought flashed in my head like lightning, dispersing gloomy clouds of naivety and worry. Fear. Only hunger remained. It only grew with each second.I slowly undid his shirt. Button by button, sliding my palms through the shirt to his body, burning myself with the flame of his skin. Tormented by the desire to taste it.Fixing my eyes on him, I unhurriedly bent down and touched his neck with my lips.So hot…I closed my eyes, shooting out my tongue and licking the smooth prominent flame of his body.It was the end. I was falling somewhere deep down, and I liked it.I slid down him with my lips. Slowly. So intoxicatingly slowly it seemed like every nerve string was about to break.I embraced him, burying my hands behind his broad back, unknowingly digging into the hard muscles with my little nails. I moved my lips over the axis of his chest, not quite realizing what I was doing. Moving
Reive opened his eyes long before dawn. He was laying and looking into the deep vault of the cave, shifting his gaze from one crystal spike to another. The mellow light of the magic lanterns calmed him, tuning his mood.The necromancer turned his head, his glance sliding over the unclothed girl. He wasn’t afraid she would be cold. It was warm here, and it would have been hard to freeze in his arms. He felt unusually fine this night but morning was coming, and soon, he would have to get dressed, get up and say something.Reive didn’t want to. He didn’t want to at all.He might have felt guilty but he didn’t. He might have felt like the scum of the earth because he had used the girl to a certain extent. However, he wasn’t going to be tormented by pangs of conscience. When it came to it, they both wanted it.Faint echoes of guilt deep down in the necromancer’s loins tortured him. He himself didn’t understand why it w
Angelina lowered her eyes, a blush appearing on her cheeks. The kind he liked.Reive came up to her, having a strange feeling that the ground under his feet was giving way. He forced a smile and took her hand, “Let’s go. I have something else to show you today.”Angelina just opened her mouth and then closed it. She put her hand into his and headed towards the exit from the cave.The sun met them with a stabbing glare. The necromancer even stopped for a moment, sighing deeply. The wind was blowing pleasantly cool against his skin, the sun was warming the smile on his face. He had a small girl’s hand in his, giving him a strange feeling of fullness in his breast.It seemed like he hadn’t felt so good for a long time.Had he ever felt so good?The court met them without much surprise. As if they’d been there from the very beginning but had just lagged behind the procession.A crowd of nobles was settl
***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