King Me

True Necromancy

The door to Faust's hut swung open, giving entrance to a tall humanoid figure. Its body shinned with streams of blue and red that seemed to flow through the murky darkness of its body, a body shaped like that of a human. Little lights glimmered through the darkness, thousands of tiny little sparkles that gave this strange god a unique appearance even in comparison to its brethren. The being was quite large and bulky, yet shifted through the tight doorway with ease.

Yancey eyed the creature over, and the glimmering creature seemed to hold its silence for a time longer to let her eyes bask in such an impressive form. Holding her tongue, Yancey wished to ask the creature of what it was, what it represented, if it fell towards the side of light or the side of darkness. Yet the longer she stared the more she realized the creature was remaining silent so only she may ask.

Gathering her wits, her voice cracked as she finally voiced her most pressing question, "The red and blue streams, they look vaguely like that of the human vein and artery systems. Is that what you represent?"

The creature seemed to gleem a tad brighter at this question, speaking in not so much a voice, but in an indescribable force, comparably only to sitting in a hot tub with cold shower water pouring down across her face, "Perceptive, child. I favor you," It started, its eyeless face glancing across its own body, "And yet while close, that is not precisely what my existence represents; I am the representation of the universe. Its construct, to be exact."

Yancey cocked an eyebrow at this, glancing back to Faust who gave no insight. She spoke, "Close? How is the universal construct similar to the human body?"

The creature waved a hand, "A conversation for a land where time is not the enemy. I am known as Hrothgam, and I have come to Shepherd you to the banquet of the heavens." With that, the creature swung a leading arm back towards the doorway, and Faust shuffled out. Yancey studied the creature for a moment longer, eventually following behind the powerful Necromancer. Hrothgam exited last, the door swinging closed behind him. Yancey glanced back, awaiting direction from the creature, but with a snap of its fingers, the world dissolved around them. The colors of the world surrounding them washed away like rain down a window, rain that also pulled away the existence of everything you might see outside of it. 

Hrothgram's glowing eyes met Yancey's, and his reverberating voice spoke, "This is an unorthodox form of teleportation. Anyone not located within this current dimension cannot hear of what you speak," 

Yancey's eyes widened, quickly flipping to Faust, "Is that true?! Tell me what the plan is, if there is one!" 

Faust shook his head, "No time. Yancey, for my final lesson in Necromancy, I must teach you how to return life to the dead," Yancey started to speak but Faust cut in before her lips were fully parted, "Silence, we haven't the time," Lifting his scythe of bone and metal, Faust pulsed with purple energy. The energy focused into the scythe's bone, and the metal started to hum for a moment, "The bone of our body in the scythe is the key element to utilize for this technique. While the scythe is a weapon, symbolizing death, the bone symbolizes life. It is the bridge between the world of the living and the abyss of death, as the bone has died from our bodies which yet live,"

Faust paused, awaiting Yancey to mimic his demonstration. Yancey Held her sickle up, gripping it in both hands. She willed her purple energy out of her body, focusing it to enter the bone of her sickle. Without much effort the bone sucked it in, and louder than ever the voices of hell screamed. These screams were different, they had hope of freedom laced thick within the pain, the hope that they would be the one chosen for rebirth. Yancey's head was splitting, struggling to focus on Faust who seemed unphased by the screams that ran through his own mind. 

"Next, you need to focus your mind on a person or a specific action which wrought death. Caution is key, if you are not selective enough with the details of the specific action of a specific demise, it is quite possible you will accidentally attempt to resurrect anyone who died from a comparable action,"

Yancey nodded, and closed her eyes to help her focus. She drew into her mind Mr. Sato, the old drift king, and no sooner had she then Faust's dry voice pained her ears, "Do not resurrect a member of our team; a resurrection can only occur once. Resurrect a soul undeserving of life, as I will kill them before we exit,"

Makes sense. If we leave here with an extra member, the gods will know Faust was teaching me how to resurrect. Better to have cards up my sleeve. Yancey shifted her mind to a less desirable face. She didn't wish death in particular on anyone she knew; her life had been quite easy all the way around. But endless hours of video games based on actual history had taught her of the atrocities committed by humanity throughout history. One of those faces in particular came to mind. Adolf Hitler.

She knew his face and cause of death well. The article she'd read stated that he'd sent a bullet through his own left temple to bring an end to the Third Reich before capture could be possible. And her sickle hummed with power. Purple blossomed out of it, forming the image of a man clothed in military uniform. The purple slowly changed colors, shifting to the colors of skin, hair, and the colors of a tan uniform. Hitler stood before her. He seemed hardly bewildered if perhaps a tad shaken.

He had just enough time to glance at Yancey before Faust's executioner scythe spun with all its might, returning the image of evil incarnate to a simple cloud of purple energy. Like a gust of wind, even this purple energy vanished, and Yancey had a funny thought to herself, Two deaths down. Only an eternity more before your debt has been paid.

Faust didn't question the man who was a person beyond his knowledge. Instead, his dead eyes glanced over Yancey with a glimmer of the closest thing he could come to praise in them. "You are ready, Yancey Clairvo."