Monarchs

Sorcery

He was still scared of sorcery. He avoided it as much as he could, hoping he could become strong enough to defeat his enemies without it. He excelled in conjuration, he could summon allies, both animal and spirit, with a snap of his fingers. However, he was afraid of the evil spirits sorcery demanded he summon. If he were to make a single mistake, he could be possessed or worse. Zachariah spent weeks reading accounts of sorcerers, spell books, hints and tricks past scholars had left. He read until he was sure there was nothing more to learn.

Starting small, he summoned minor poltergeists. Angry spirits who only had enough power to move inanimate objects. Slowly scaling up, to major poltergeists, wraiths, banshees.

Every time he finished a session, Zachariah became ill. Sorcery was physically and mentally draining, and he often questioned his morals by practicing it.

He felt as if he were betraying himself by restraining the spirits of the dead. He was taking something else's freedom, and that was the very thing he was fighting against. Every time he took in the power of a spirit, he made himself sick. He simply couldn't stomach controlling another spirit, even if they were evil. Despite having worked for several months, he abandoned sorcery.