⛦Final Fantasy XV⛦The Divine Necromancer

Chapter XL - World of Ruin

And here some looong awaited chapter. I think you have already noticed that it has passed a long time since I last updated this story but I had no inspiration and college started so I am exhausted when I come home. 

I wanted to give you a little peak whats going on inside Kat's head so you can see how she thinks and explains her origin. 

I don't know when will I release the next chapter but I do hope it will be soon (maybe next week?) and to give me more inspiration (while also waiting for the next chapter) I would be thankful if you leave a comment below (or votes) just to see how many readers are still liking the story.

Thank you! 

(Sorry for grammar mistakes)

9 years later

Hecate's point of view

Since the beginning of time, Necromancers have been Harbingers of Death, Gate between living and the dead. Lumen were one of the highest and noblest family of Necromancers. And from one generation to another, all the other Necromancers' family died out and they were left alone as the only Necromancers.

And now, I struggle to keep my body alive and my soul bright. But the darkness that has been consuming the land of Eos has almost consume me as well. My darkness can combat the darkness of the Starscourge, but I'm just a human in the end; I have my time and I have my end.

However, I begun to realize I might be more than just a human. The pain my body can survive, the suffering my soul can combat... It makes me think it is because I am half dead that I can survive this torture. A normal human being would already die from the pain and went to rest among the souls in the Beyond.

I know that this suffering will come to an end. I gathered my knowledge once I entered the trial to my Ascension. As King of Light went into a slumber to gather the power he needs in order to defeat the Accused and grant me access to his Cage, the life on Eos fell onto me.

Keep humans safe. Keep Eos from destruction of Starscourge. Protect those who seek protection for the King that will return and bring back the prosperity and peace. A Divine with power over dead and the living. It sounds tempting, but such great power comes with grave suffering.

I raise the Dark Knights from depths of Beyond, old warriors of Necromancers. They fight for me and they fight for the King. They protect Eos from Daemons and guard humans. Their souls are under my control and such control requires power and energy.

Within my body, I cannot concentrate properly because of all the fears and doubts humans carry in their minds and all that torments them comes inside my mind. I leave my body and enter the dimension above humans; the dead one where I gather powers of my ancestors and I feel more powerful. From there I am able to influence everything and everyone, but everything has its consequences.

Once I return back to my body, to keep my vessel from rotting away, all the pain I tried to avoid comes hitting me like tones of bricks. I can barely move my body and I can barely overcome the pain within my head. So many times I wished I'm dead. So many times I wished to join my ancestors and control souls from there. But I need my body, I need my body so I can see my friends and my love once again.

My body has changed now. My dark rich hair has turned white and dry. My body has become thin and breakable. Overall, my vessel was ready to rot. I only need it once more to complete my calling and then I will watch from above. Maybe I'm selfish, but I am only a human in the end.

Fenrir, my loyal familiar, would guard my body all the time. Many times I found myself curled in his warm fur and I would listen to his calm breathing. He was like a child to me, a brother, a friend. Whenever I woke up in his warmth, I know I will be able to focus on his calm breathing and forget about the pain that will ravage my mind and body.