𝔐𝔞𝔷𝔦𝔯𝔬𝔞𝔱𝔥

𝔉𝔬𝔯𝔱𝔶-𝔈𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱

It's happening. At last, the curse is going to happen. I feel the power cruise through my veins. I feel it. I turn and see the undead. They will soon rise, and we will break free. Maziroath... how could he betray me? He will pay for his insolence. I swear to it.

I wince as blood drips from my nose. The power. It's a lot to handle. I wipe it off. I can feel it through every inch of my body. It feels like my inners are crawling with bugs. It feels weird. I have to stay focus. I must stay focus. I shoot out the beam. It hits the corpses. The light flows down like a waterfall. I watch as their eyes start glowing. I feel the power burning my insides.

I fall to my knees. The light starts to fade. No... I grab the staffs again. I will not fail unlike Maziorath. I will not be weakened by the human world. I shall not! I can't. I pull my hair back. I let out a scream as I cross them once more. 

"Excuse me Ma'dam." I hear.

I turn.

"You must be another pet." I say.

"You look dreadful yourself." He says.

"You're point being?" I hiss.

"I just wanted to tell you; your time is up." He says.

I let out a laugh. 

"Foolish human, do you honestly think you have te power to stop me?" I ask.

"Maybe not me alone, but we can." He says.

"We?" I turn.