I have done all kinds of evil in my unnaturally long life as a necromancer, but the irony is that it was the wrong actions of others that made me a necromancer.
When Inquisitor Felix Crissinger accused me, in our first meeting, of being that hideous specter, the Tomb Raider, I was, thus far, innocent of any crime. If that accursed Inquisitor had subjected me to the ordeal of the rack and inevitably found me unjustly guilty, he would have been burned on the pyre of heretics and killed innocent in place of that wretched Sederit Hischer.
But the real outrageous irony is that if the irrational inquisitor had ended my life, he would not have been able to turn me into the very thing that the temples and the inquisition made so many puritanical efforts to eradicate. He would not have turned me into the very thing that Felix had accused me of.
So I ask you, who prompted me to commit so many unspeakable acts of depraved evil?
Erich led Viktor off the street and led him for a hundred yards, then into the maze of back streets around the carpenters and woodworkers guild. As they moved quickly, they were talking."Erich, where are we going?""I can't ... I can tell you.""Why not? Are we going to the docks? "Erich took a moment to reply.“Y… yes. T… that's it. ""But I thought you couldn't tell me."Logic seemed to have abandoned Erich along with good sense.“I… I can't! Because you ho… you would be horrified. "Viktor's blood ran cold. What could it be that Erich was so desperate to show him and yet he was unable to mention?Suddenly, all of Viktor's suppressed doubts and worries returned in a moment of panic that made his heart race. Erich was walking away, se
"Professor Theodria. Impossible"Hearing Viktor's words, Professor Theodria put on a creepy smile full of evil"for the moments…. That would be my current name, although it is only one of the many names I have used ”Professor Theodria removed the ring and immediately returned to its repulsive and decomposing appearance.If Professor Theoadria was the Tomb Raider, who was Dr. Shandri Drake Tepes?At that moment, Viktor realized that it was not Theoadria who was holding the lantern as if he wanted to inspect the body of his prisoner. The necromancer's servant stood beside him, silent, his ghastly face white as marble polished in the flickering glow of light in one hand."W ... what do you want from me?" Viktor stammered, overwhelmed by the horror of the situation he now found himself in. He had to know why they had brought him there. He had to know why he was going to
Viktor could imagine the rest for himself: Erich taking him back to the house, observing his progress after the change that Theodria had imposed on him, encouraging him to develop his necromantic abilities and strengthen his mind; VIktor's friend betraying him unbeknownst to the impressionable peasant boy, acting as Theodria's spy, determining when Viktor had honed his talent enough to become a suitable vessel to which Theodria could transfer her malevolent soul.It wasn't Viktor who had driven Erich crazy. It had been his union with the Tomb Raider that had caused him to gradually lose touch with reality. This bitter revelation brought Viktor back to the present moment with tremendous shock.He knew that he was going to die. For a brief moment he wondered if he should allow Theodria or whatever her name is to finish him off instead of letting the black magic she had turned her back on use him once more for his foul purposes.
Viktor didn't need notebooks or hours of preparation to cast spells in the mausoleum. Theodria drew the power of death from this place, and Viktor could do the same. But there was no question as to what the strongest will was there.Viktor could still feel the evil presence of the Tomb Raider that lingered on the periphery of being aware of him. There was no time to lose. Viktor had to act fast while Theodria was still stunned from the impact of his initial assault.Viktor, the dark magician, cast a spell using as fuel the negative energy that he had absorbed along with his own inner mana, combining both energies to use black magic, to use Necromancy."[Reanimate the dead]"Hot, sticky blood gushed out of Viktor's nose as the dark power gathering behind his eyes shot out with a second spell. The bitter taste of black bile filled her mouth and she doubled over at the waist in excruciating searing pain
Father Wilkud leaned back in his chair while he rubbed his temples with callused hands, as if that might somehow help clear the fog of uncertainty and malevolent skepticism from his mind.Only then did he realize that he had become so caught up in the story of Brother Mateo that he had leaned forward to listen more closely.Wilkud felt a sudden chill run through him, spasming his frozen muscles and causing his entire body to cower in fear. His feet were numb with cold and the skin on his face felt as if it were taut and clinging to his bones. He had been so engrossed in confession for so long that he hadn't even realized that the fire in the fireplace had gone out.What time was it? Wilkud wondered absently. How long had the tale of the dying priest lasted? The brother must have been talking for many hours. In addition to being chilled to the bone, Wilkud had a raging hunger. Or was it the all-consuming doubt that he now
The old man succumbed to a terrible death, there was nothing the surgeon or the priest could do to prevent it. They took turns fluffing the sweat-soaked pillows on which the old man lay, and they toiled with candle stubs and curtains to ward off shadows and prevent drafts, but the bedroom was still chilly nonetheless. Where there should have been a roaring fire, the stacked logs and thin branches remained unlit. The two men lit herbs so that the smoke would protect them from noxious humors, and offered prayers of benevolence to the six great gods of the Sextet Pantheon. None of this changed things in the least. Count Victor Drake was dying. They both knew it, and worse still, he knew it. That is why they were by his side; they had come to watch over him. His lower lip hung limp, and a trickle of saliva trickled down his chin. Victor wiped it away with the back of his fr
Shandri sat on the edge of the old man's bed and wiped the blood-streaked saliva off his chin, then turned her attention to his uncle. He had known him all his life. In other times he had kissed the ground where he walked, but with age he came to understand that man was a worm. "And I suppose I have no say in the matter." Leom studied his niece for an awkward moment as she pushed her long blonde hair away from her face. She was beautiful in her own way, with fair skin and fine bones. The combination of her gave him a charming air of delicacy, although in reality the young woman she possessed the bad temper of the Drake family and she could be as devious as a weasel if she wished. “Not in the least, I'm afraid, my dear. I wish it were otherwise, but I'm not the one who made the law. By accident of birth ... you turned out to be ... female. With no male children, your father's line ends and mine begins as the oldest
"I offer you my humble respects, Earl Drake." The man's accent was particularly strong; it was obvious that he was a foreigner. Imperial, perhaps, or farther west, Leom thought, trying to place it. "And you, fair lady," he added as he turned to Shandri, "you are lovely. A beautiful rose between these two withered thorns. "The woman's face lit up at the simple compliment. A lopsided smile crept to her lips and she bowed gracefully without taking her gaze from the man's eyes. And what eyes did she have! They were of animal intensity, loaded with nameless appetites. She was swallowed up by that gaze and willingly surrendered to the sensation.The man had power and was not averse to exploiting it. A slow predatory smile appeared on her face.Shandri felt a force draw her toward the newcomer. It was a subtle but compelling sensation. She took a step toward him."Stop staring at him, woman, he's very unse
The Damenburg castle was a almost impregnable defensive structure. Able to support a siege for years due to the large amount of resources and supplies that were inside.If any intruder was able to infiltrate, it would meet many unpleasant surprises. As the Metroidvania construction of the castle caused its route partially labyrinthic and convoluted.Some areas of the castle were fully blocked and removable if certain items that worked as a key was not possessed.The location of the castle was a total mystery, because it was inside a valley between mountains and in the center of a forest with a deep fog.If the location of the castle was discovered, any unwanted guest would find many dangers designed to eradicate them.The first danger that any invader would face would be a dark forest with a fog so dense and deep that blocked solar light almost in its entirety. Unable to see, the invaders would be lost inside during hours, and even days. Well, the
After nonchalantly walking to the front of the assailant group, Isabell looked around.“Everyone, thank you for gathering in this place for me. Oh yeah, who is your leader? Could we negotiate for a moment? "Seeing that the bandits looked at one of their own, Isabell got the information she wanted. Which meant that with the exception of this man, the others were more than cockroaches. Blood tastes better if it comes from someone strong."What ... what do you want to negotiate?"After seeing the most beautiful young woman he had ever seen, the man who seemed to be her leader finally regained his composure and advanced towards her."Ahh, forgive me. The negotiation was just a joke to get the information she wanted. Forgive me."A few men looked confused, and in search of answers they began to look at each other, but among these men ...
A carriage was speeding away from the walled city.Four strong horses pulled a carriage that was large enough to carry six passengers.The surrounding area was unexpectedly illuminated by a bright moon hanging in the sky… But still, it was foolish to travel in haste on a night like this. Putting up lights, making camp and standing guard would be a wiser decision.To say that the night was a world in which humans were not in control would not be enough. To put it more clearly, the places where the light did not reach did not belong to humans. Countless animals and monsters lurked at night, many of which could see through the darkness and attack humans.On a dangerous night like this, the passengers only felt a slight vibration as the carriage moved down the road.This small vibration was not due to the carriage having excellent suspension, but rather because the carriage wa
Donn started running toward the lower part of town. The city of Riverheim was built at the junction of two rivers, whose flow merged into a new great river which extended from Riverland to the west coast of the Kingdom of Lothal, in Sealand.Due to the conflagration of the Y-shaped river, the city of Riverheim was divided into three main sectors; to the north was the commercial sector, where most of the artisans and middle-class bourgeois population were found; To the south was the Aristocratic Sector, although it had such a pompous name, in reality there were also the headquarters of the guilds, the cathedral of the quartet and the central church in the Duchy of Riverland of the Six Gods, although separated from the public and only available to a few, was the Villa Noble that covered the entire western area of the sector; To the East the popular sector was located, ignoring the beautiful name, that was the place where the poor neighborhoods were, that being t
Azrael looked around the luxurious room. Of course, if one were to compare this room with the rooms in Damenburg Castle, then it could be said that this room did not have any charm.Sure, that wasn't something surprising since he had simply chosen the wrong object to compare. It was like comparing iron to platinum.But even if platinum was higher in price, iron had another kind of utility.Azrael focused his gaze on the corner of the room and found that the luggage was already ready and assembled. They could leave immediately if they wanted to. Since Azrael hadn't prepared it, Isabell must have made it herself when she had left the restaurant."You should have let me pack the luggage."“What are you saying Azrael? Did you want to check my underwear? You are a perverted angel "The young woman straightened her body and shook her head. She was Isabell Dra
The operation was progressing smoothly, although the details of the mission were vague, the objectives were clear; collect information about the human nation called Kingdom of Lothal.As Azrael thought about the direction of the operation, he noticed a man walking towards him."Having to leave at this time must be a difficult decision for you ..."The man who spoke to Azrael was in his forties and fifties, clean-shaven and with black hair streaked with white streaks. Perhaps due to his age and his extravagant eating habits, he had a large belly.He was tastefully dressed, his elegant clothes spoke of a man of a high position."Are you Mr. Bryman?"Azrael nodded slightly as he greeted him, but the man was quick to stop such a gesture."Ah, you don't need to be so polite."His name was Thomas Bryman and he was a fairly
"Is this how your parents met?" asked a handsome man with night-black hair and deep eyes brimming with charisma."Romantic. Don't you think? " were the words of a charming girl whose beauty would amaze anyone who witnessed her, her silver hair was combed in such a way that she had a fringe that covered her left eye; her slim body and abnormally pale skin gave him a fragile appearance."I suppose ... he has the charm of him" said the handsome man, who wore an elegant long-sleeved black raincoat over a black leather jerkin which fitted perfectly to his torso; Gala pants along with refined black shoes finished making up his outfit."Right?" were the words spoken by the charming girl, who was wearing a beautiful black dress with red details; Her dress had a prominent victory style, so on her torso she had a tight corset which highlighted her feminine curves."Moving on to a less ... peculiar topic" began
"I offer you my humble respects, Earl Drake." The man's accent was particularly strong; it was obvious that he was a foreigner. Imperial, perhaps, or farther west, Leom thought, trying to place it. "And you, fair lady," he added as he turned to Shandri, "you are lovely. A beautiful rose between these two withered thorns. "The woman's face lit up at the simple compliment. A lopsided smile crept to her lips and she bowed gracefully without taking her gaze from the man's eyes. And what eyes did she have! They were of animal intensity, loaded with nameless appetites. She was swallowed up by that gaze and willingly surrendered to the sensation.The man had power and was not averse to exploiting it. A slow predatory smile appeared on her face.Shandri felt a force draw her toward the newcomer. It was a subtle but compelling sensation. She took a step toward him."Stop staring at him, woman, he's very unse
Shandri sat on the edge of the old man's bed and wiped the blood-streaked saliva off his chin, then turned her attention to his uncle. He had known him all his life. In other times he had kissed the ground where he walked, but with age he came to understand that man was a worm. "And I suppose I have no say in the matter." Leom studied his niece for an awkward moment as she pushed her long blonde hair away from her face. She was beautiful in her own way, with fair skin and fine bones. The combination of her gave him a charming air of delicacy, although in reality the young woman she possessed the bad temper of the Drake family and she could be as devious as a weasel if she wished. “Not in the least, I'm afraid, my dear. I wish it were otherwise, but I'm not the one who made the law. By accident of birth ... you turned out to be ... female. With no male children, your father's line ends and mine begins as the oldest