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It became a threat to the Royal Bloodline. Ever since the beginning of time, Necromancers are being killed because it was believed that the Lord of Shadows; the Destoyer of the World will be born as a Necromancer. By Royal Decree, Necromancers should be killed as soon as they are born. She didn't know how she was spared even though she is a Necromancer but she knew to her self that she had never been to the Akashia Village. She's also sure that the was not the one who was hiding in Cicila's previous village. After receiving a proof that a necromancer was indeed hidden on the Akashia Village, the Maelies gave an order to twenty Light Oracles to kill the whole tribe.

Natalia asked calmly. The soldiers looked at each other before answering the queen. "We saw him, dear queen. He fought the demons and he was with someone." This behavior made Natalia frown. "He had a necromancer with him who was the reason why we won the war." Natalia was unable to speak immediately, especially after hearing the term necromancer. This is one of the terms that Wysteria fears. Everyone knows the necromancer and how dangerous it is. "How come he has a necromancer with him? A necromancer is a demon. Maybe you just made a mistake?!" Natalia hit her table and the soldiers hit her. They were surprised by Natalia's behavior.

Angel then disappears from in front of him. Drake then pushes forward out of the little crater and into the air. He is now pulsating with great power. He starts to glow an eerie red and black color. The power makes a giant red sphere around him. When he breaks out of it he has been transformed into a giant powerful jet black wolf with blood-red eyes. He then starts his brutal attack on the Whitlock monsters. All the while hearing his master explain their story.

I just wanted to get far away from her. *Narrator's pov* Damien closed the door behind him as he walked away, the music fading away. He sat in his study room with a glass in his hand. He looked pale. His eyes looked swollen from crying, and his lips were red from the wine he had been drinking. He twirled the glass in his hand indifferently as he stared into space. The knock on the door pierced through his ears, snapping him out of his thoughts. "come in" he said, his eyes resting on the glass in his hand.

An uneasy feeling sweeps over me as I peer back down at my bonetta. “NOW!!” Beard bellows, and his voice rumbles through the palace. I snap my head up, watching in slow motion as he removes the Dagger of Eternal Death from the inside of his boot. He raises his arm and drives it straight into the Dark Oracles' heart. Tyber and Jaja both let a roar rip from their throats as they leave my side and rush for Beard. As a black light rips her chest wide apart, the Dark Oracle cries in anguish, sorrow, and despair. Beard yanks the blade out of her chest and raises it above his head as he faces us. His soulless eyes darken to the severity of an eclipsing moon.

Tears streamed down her face, and she couldn’t contain her sobs, at the sight of Thor lying bloodied on the floor. “I won’t hurt Nick,” he hissed. “He’s the brother of the devil, and I’m sure my actions will please both him and his brother.” “Drago doesn’t care about you,” he whispered menacingly in her ear, “You will be my sacrifice to him, you will see,” Madchen stilled herself for a moment.What the hell was he talking about, the devil. He had lost his everloving mind, she ascertained, and she was to be the target of Jason’s maniacal fantasies.

The fallen soldiers, even those who had been sliced in half, began to twitch and rise, their bodies reanimated by Hugh’s call. Prince Ludiciel and everyone else froze, eyes wide in horror as they watched the dead claw their way back to life. The battlefield that was once filled with bloodshed now became an even more terrifying nightmare. "Necromancy…" Sera hissed, her lip curling in disgust. "I can't believe he has a necromancer on his side. I thought they were all extinct." Alaric groaned, his face twisted in frustration as he flew down. "Tch, things just got a lot worse."

I left my throne room and began my journey to the cages. The Cages was where I kept prisoner various beasts that I had captured through my conquests on various worlds. To sate my bloodlust and maniacal rage, I fought these creatures barehanded. One was already prepped down for me. A Necro. A Necro was a four limbed beast with scally skin. A mixture of a reptile and feline. It fed on the dead and used their rots as nutrient. It was also hard to kill. It was also a fast healer and adapted to attacks with quick recovery.

"Oh for fuck sake. No. It's not a hybrid otherwise I would have said that it was a hybrid. Fine, I'll be blunt. Some mother fucker ripped various daemons apart and then stuck them together with vile magick long after they were dead. Do you understand now?" A horrified gasp rippled around the room as the Elders hurriedly conferred amongst themselves. "Wait... but that's…" Ann began tentatively, wishing on so many levels that she was wrong, but knowing deep down that she wasn't. "Necromancy. Fleshcraft. Whatever you want to call it." Lexi hissed as she interrupted Ann, "It is the most despicable dark magick that exists. I will say this though. If Narcissa did this, then she is far more dangero

The skeletal entity turned its hollow gaze towards me, its bony limbs stretching out in a menacing gesture. I felt a chill run down my spine as the necromancer's power began to gather, the very air around me crackling with dark energy. Gripping the bow tightly, I braced myself, my mind racing as I searched for a way to counter the impending attack. Suddenly, a blinding flash of light erupted from the center of the chamber, and I felt the world tilt and spin around me. The roar of the creature and the necromancer reverberated through the air, and I knew that something catastrophic had just occurred.