The Necromancer

21

"IT's BEEN! OVER A FREAKING! DAY!" Corrine's body was drenched in sweat, but she couldn't resist the command. I could tell she was pissed, but if she was feeling emotions like that I mean, maybe she was past the initial shock?

"I'm sorry. If it makes you feel any better I thought of you before I passed out." I relieved her of the command and she immediately fell on her back absolutely exhausted. Unlike this other girl who had stopped struggling long ago, Corrine was forced to hold her down regardless.

The girl hadn't said even a word to me as I had entered the room, similar to Corrine she was most likely in shock, but I guess she also may be traumatized at being held down like this... well we live and learn.

"I look forward to getting to know you, and here soon we will have a much different relationship, but for me to be able to start that relationship... please forgive me." I got behind her and with the orcs help, began choking her out just like Corrine. Sadly forced servitude required them to be near death before it could be used.

"I... ah... uggh!" she struggled with words but couldn't move in the least to fight back with the gropers and orcs holding her back. After a few minutes when the struggling started to die down, I cast Forced Servitude on her. When the seal finished forming she began gasping for air right away.

"This is my way of knowing your not going to be a threat. Who are you? What's your name?"

She tried to reach for me, but she was still held down. I couldn't blame her and I wasn't angry, I mean, she had to suffer because of me.

"What's your name?" I commanded it this time

"I'- I'm!" She tried to fight back but commands were absolute, they would be followed. "I'm Dylan." She finished. She was beautiful, stunningly really.

"Corrine, and Dylan, when I get back we are going to have a conversation while I am waiting for my mana to regenerate. I will explain what I know about the world, and you will explain what lead us to this situation. I will, oh wait ah shit!" If it was like Corrine had said I missed a check-in on the walkie talkie. Not answering meant I was dead, quit, and or the deal would be voided between me and the General

"Ugh, never mind. Any who, I will be back in a moment, Do not leave this room." I had the orcs release Dylan, there was no point.

"Can I... have some clothes?" Dylan weakly asked as I began leaving the room. I hadn't though much about it but... they were shirtless.

"Come pick some out I guess, I didn't think about it. Be careful though." It was my negligence, and it would be several minutes until I came back in the room. With only eleven minions, although I had Guts, Anger, and Cy, I was still weak in case of another attack. If another attack came with multiple enemies as strong as Guts... I shook at the thought.

We exited the room, the girls crawling on the floor unsure how to move with their body. I felt more reassured as I saw them do that, that this was NOT their body they knew. They could be the greatest actors ever, but they seemed like babies. As they cried while picking clothing out from among the heaping piles of corpses and debris, I couldn't help but smile when I saw my stats.

Level: 11

Experience: 569/800

Class: Necromancer (Apprentice of Ahktep)

Control 13/34+ (improves by leveling undead control level/ control over the dead)

Strength: 14+ (improves by strengthening yourself)

Dexterity 15+(-1)(improves with stamina and speed)

Magic: 16()( improves with technique and practice)