The Demon
The zombie was starting to smell, but the advantages were obvious: an undead horse was not as fast as a live one, but it never tired and could gallop even with broken legs.
Unfortunately, its rider wasn't tireless himself. By the third day in the saddle, the necromancer was indistinguishable from the corpses he could raise. To put it simply, a once good-looking, forty-year-old man looked very much like a vampire-pale, red-eyed, with sullen cheeks, complete with unkempt hair and a black cape. Black was practical, after all-you'd have to launder a white one every day, while black would serve until it turned grey.
Rene, as you've already guessed, was a necromancer-a proper, powerful one, and al
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