Evil Reincarnated

Priests of Rathma

Vexel POV

I groan, sitting up. I was on the floor in a room I didn't recognize. I look around, the room was small and there was a bed by the wall. Mazavir sat on the bed.

I stand up. "Where am I?" I ask Mazavir.

"Kyovashad. It's a room Ezara had been staying at. After you come here half dead, this is the only place we could take you."

"Where's Ezara?" I ask, looking towards the door.

"She's getting something for you to eat. She thought it would be a little longer before you woke up." He states. He sounded nervous to be alone with me. I didn't blame him. I've nearly killed him twice since we've met.

"She left you here to watch over me?" I raise an eyebrow, looking back at him.

"I offered to. I wanted to talk." He says, standing up from the bed. "You and I got off at the wrong foot when we first met."

"You and I have different views. We don't agree on many things. We didn't get off on the wrong foot, we don't agree." I state.

Mazavir sighs. "Yeah, we don't. However being out here has made me realize things. I've learned things I didn't think I would. I thought every necromancer was evil, but I don't quite think that's the case anymore, because of you. Yes, you almost killed me twice but you didn't when you had control of your actions."

"I would've killed you. Ezara told me not to. Many times I have regretted listening to her." Mazavir pauses, thinking about what he's going to say next. "If you want something from me, say it. It's obvious we don't like each other. I'm not believing you've changed your mind about me."

"Fine." Mazavir states. He grabs his scythe that was sitting by the bed. He walks over to me. "This scythe belonged to someone I cared deeply about, that's why I carry it. I can't use it, not like she could." I glance at the scythe. He holds it out towards me. I grab the scythe, inspecting it.

I recognized the scythe and it's markings but I couldn't quite place where it was from. If I had seen it's original owner, I would've known why I recognize it. I hand the scythe back to him. "It's none of my concern what weapon you use or why you use it."

Mazavir looked disappointed with what I said. He sets the scythe back down where it was. "I wanted you to teach me how to use it. I don't really want to learn necromancy but I want to be stronger than I am. I know out of you, Ezara and I, I'm the weakest."

"I'm done taking on apprentices. You know how the last one turned out. I don't care if you hate Lilith and the demons, power can change people."

Mazavir opens his mouth to talk, but shuts it when the door opens and Ezara walks in. She looks at both of us. She had a bowl in her hands.

"Oh you're awake." She says when she sees me. "I brought some food if you're hungry."

"I'm not hungry, but I appreciate the gesture." I state. Ezara sets the food down and sits down on the bed where Mazavir was earlier.

"Do you want to tell us about what happened? Why you showed up here half-dead and covered in blood? Or was there another reason you came here?" She glances at Mazavir than back at me.

"I'm going to join the fight against Lilith." I state. "Her daughter and Vayle did that to me. That strange state I went into when Vayle attacked us last time, that happened again. This time, it didn't heal me but I had control of it. I knew what I was doing and I didn't kill them."

"Well, that's good. You're learning to control it. Maybe there's a limit in it. If you go into that state, it's less effective." I shake my head.

"I felt the same power as before, the warmth and power flooding my body. However this time I tried to control the power instead of letting it control me. It must've been my control that stopped it from healing me." I sit down on a stool that was by the wall of the room.