Decimus Acisculus, now called Elyan Lace. He's old, very old, and he feel's it every single minute of every single day. He's lonely, and he's well aware of that fact. He's waited so long for his person, the one with whom he could whittle the long da...
I feel it in my bones, the hurt, the dark sickness that he injected into me. It hurtles through my bones like a dog hounding after a sick deer. It bites and scrapes and rushes through my blood and bones with a vigor I have never felt before. The pain is exquisite in its heat. It boils my blood, steams my muscles and evaporates my breath. The enamel of my teeth feel as if it's melting out of my mouth, I can feel the dark magic at my finger tips. What has he done? He's killing me. True Necromancy Masters would never dare to do this to their apprentices, what is he? I know he will never be my Master after this, he is torturing me to further his studies. He has killed me. I can feel it now, the magic crushing my soul. I feel its chains wrapping like vice grips around my once vibrant life source, what is happening?
He had told me it would help further my magic, he had told me this was to help me, and yet here I lay, across the cobblestone floor, my breath puffing out of me as I struggle to breathe. This isn't anything other than a means to an end. I can see the darkness creeping into my vision... I can see the end, the gods are wrapping their bony fingers across my throat, I feel them squeezing. Is this it? They are calling, dragging me deeper into oblivion...
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Elyan Lace // Decimus Acisculus
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