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"Why can't I stop? This is so dangerous… Goddess, you feel so good and Ubel is telling me to keep going. Tell me to stop, Sera, please, tell me not to cum inside you." "Sera, are you ok? What's that noise? Whose voice is that? Mum and Dad are going to be furious if you've let someone in the house when they specifically told us not to " Tabitha rattles my door handle and instantly Abaddon slips out of my body, grabbing for his jacket and fumbling around with a condom.

Creed justified, "and the shift back to human didn't hurt at all." I laughed and he soon cracked a smile unable to hide his own laughter. I missed this side of him more than I thought I did. I missed him and if he was happy I was going to be happy too. My happiness was connected to his. But with the targets on our backs, it felt like such happiness would be short-lived. "Are you aware of the target on our backs?" I asked after a while and his face went serious. "Let's see," he sighed. "My warlock friend that got me in this mess will come after you, Micah the two-hundred-year-old lunatic that wants me dead, and...Dallas."

~ KATALEYA ~ “Necromancy is one of the deadliest abilities one can possess. One that no one on this earth should ever have been given access to. It doesn’t just raise the dead. It twists the very basis of reality. It callously tears at the veil between life and death. Those who practice it aren’t just summoning spirits. They, like Mama said, rip the spirits from eternal rest, warping their very essence into something vile and inhumane. The dead do not return as they were, but as hollow, tormented shadows, bound by the twisted will of the necromancer.”

I ask. She looks straight a head, her face said, “When I left your den, I could sense that something was wrong with the forest. The further I traveled towards my home, I could see the the decay in the vegetations. I’ve been trying to restore as much as I can but the darkness is so strong. Whoever this necromancer is, he’s very strong. I’ve never come across one so powerful before.” I exchanged a look with Lucas before asking, “You mean you’ve dealt with them before?”

Many creatures began to discuss heatedly. Wyot’s memories give James information about the Master Necromancer. However, the Master Necromancer was not from the current era but the Space Race Era. His cultivation rank was quite ordinary, but he was at least a Terra Acmean. He wielded terrifying sorcery and produced an army of powerful undead. The death spirits created by the Master Necromancer were unthinkably strong, as they had no fear of death. Moreover, they were immortal as long as their body and soul were not completely destroyed together.

"How? How did they do this to you? How did they turn you against your own family?" I shook my head. "They saved me after I was poisoned by that!" I pointed at the shady plants in the plastic. "In a raid by witches, I took a hit. Congratulations, Dad. Everything you and the other Witches have worked so hard for works just as you hoped. You'll be able to kill as many of them now as you want." "I don't understand. How did that make you a Necromancer?" I paced, the night seeming to grow even darker around us. "My friends helped me after, but they couldn't save my power. It was gone, so they gave me some of their own."

"Can he do that, I mean how?" "Necromancers serve as link between the dead and the living. I'm alive and human, but not the other creatures, they're not of the physical world and only a necromancer can take them there. What you see happening to your town is as a result of his coming, as he draws nearer so will the disaster get worse. So by the time he arrives, the remaining survivals will be annihilated by the abomination he'll invite to your world." "How do we stop him?"

Duke asserted after swooping dangerously low towards two warships and blowing up their SAMs. "Marlena?" Dad summoned. He kept twisting the jet to avoid the kriplings since bullets would not work on their black smoky form. Sickness pooled in my stomach. My face was downcast and I wanted to vomit. "Alpha, I'm working on it. The necromancer has gotten stronger because of the presence of the shard. He's pulling power from Assad." Marlena sounded tired over the radio. "Dad, I can help." I offered to use my guardians.

Nathan tried to speak, but his mouth just opened and closed like a fish. Instead, Junto saved him. “They're called Spiritwalkers. They can only live in the darkness, so they only come at night. They drain the powers of the supernatural beings, then the drained becomes one of them. They mostly go after foreseers, seen as though they are the most powerful and the weakest of the supernatural world, but sometimes they go after the others as well.” I processed this information quickly so I can keep on track. “So, why were they after Derek?”

Their mouths gaped, sewn shut with thread that glowed faintly, trapping centuries of screams. They had once been warriors. Wolves. Mages. Leaders. Banished, betrayed, erased. Now, they belonged to me. A figure emerged from the skeletal trees. He was tall, draped in rotting velvet that reeked of earth and decay. His face was hidden by a jagged mask fashioned from bone. The Necromancer. “You summoned me,” he rasped, his voice grating like stone on stone. “You know the price.” I rose to my feet, my shadow stretching across the poisoned earth in ways no living thing’s should. “I’ve already paid.”