A dark art, many people called it. A last resort, was how others saw it.
But a true necromancer knew what raising the dead was really about: bending death to your own will. A way to show the reaper who was truly in power, by reviving those he had already taken. And pissing off the reaper, that's what she loved to do the most. Petty, maybe, but then again, so many people have picked fights with their ex.
He usually succeeded in returning the revenants to the underworld, but this time, she knew she had made it difficult. The legendary necromancer she had returned to life was tearing through cities and raising bodies out of every graveyard he encountered. Surely, the dead raising more dead would be some kind of loophole.
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Tiny Stories Part 2
Short StoryMy second collection of microfiction, sometimes dealing with the mundane, but mostly dealing with the magical. Unlike the first collection, the stories in this one are based on inktober prompts.
