Three months after her sacrifice; Astrilde returns in search of her soul but fate has other plans for the cursed necromancer when she runs into her estranged husband, Geralt.
Their lives were turned upside down when Astrilde sacrificed herself to s...
Dancing with my devils past was easy especially when no one knows my name unless it was in a song or a tavern story told by a drunk that I never met before.
"The shield maiden brought her sword over her head and sliced through that crusader like a knife through butter" one drunk old man said to another who entertained him with wide eyes believing every lie he told him about "our" times together on the battle field
"What was she like? I heard she bathed in the blood of her enemies" the gullible drunk with long grey hair leaned into the other. I couldn't help but sit back in my chair and toss my feet onto the table and drink my ale of my beauty remedies.
"Virgin blood at that" the old drunk stood up catching the attention of everyone in the bar.
"You really do get a kick out of this don't you?" A crimson haired bar wench who knew me well smirked softly and filled my cup then handed it back to me.
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"It's not every day you hear stories about yourself slaying draugr hordes and bathing in virgin blood or wielding a massive sword that is bigger than me. That must truly be a sight to see" I smirked softly and took a sip of my ale, watching the entertainment dramatically unfold before me as the drunken old man who is feeling the effects of too much ale and stands on a table almost taking himself out on the edge. "Oh, this guy gives Jaskier a run for his money" I laugh softly taking another sip of ale that is helping to kick my own ass.
"He was in here the other night you know" Eadith looked down at me, her jade eyes glisten in the warm light of the tavern.
"Hm" I respond not trying to feed into her comment but she huffs and taps her foot impatiently wanting to talk about my feelings; if I don't talk about my feelings she will stop the drinks and I love the ale here because she slips opiates in it to help silence the dead from talking to me. "Fuck" I grunt; taking my feet off the table so she can sit across from me and tell me what she knows of my estranged husband.
"A farmer lost some cattle a few months ago, at first it was nothing. No one thought something like this would come to our town but then bodies started to pile up and next thing we know he comes in here looking for answers, says something about a vampire that killed his wife...killed you" she leans in to whisper and I mock her actions.
"Red, I really don't bathe in blood. You know that right" I feel the numbness of the opiates taking effect
"I have seen you rise from the dead twice since I have known you, you're different each time" she whispered almost in a growl and I mock her again.
"I'm secretly a cat, I have multiple lives" I try to keep a straight face as she buys into it, her jaw drops and jade eyes grow wide until I break with a smirk and she flings stale bread at me.
This curse is a perpetual agony that feels like the dreadful winter and I am forced to dwell in this twilight as the dead speak to me in their necromantic tongue seeking safe passage to the after life; I would give anything to feel something other than this nothingness that begins to consume me or to finally sleep without the night terrors that plague me.
