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Ronan Rhett guided me into my chambers, his hand tight on my elbow. "Here, Majesty," he said gently. I leveled him with a warning glance. He released me at once. I crossed to the bed, a massive four-posted affair of carved oak. Deep gouges raked into the post closest to the window, my beast's doing. The shutters were closed, as they always were now. I sank down onto the mattress, suddenly aware of how much my hands were shaking. I clenched them into fists.

“The Unnamed realises the inferiority of our chaos shards, a true shard is infinitely more powerful.” The cloak grew over the mask again, as the masks stopped rotating, the mask in front being one screaming in agony. “Its time the Unnamed became serious then.” A small portal opened and a book floated out. It was old, with inscriptions everywhere. The book opened on its own, and a red glow came from within. “Seventh Chapter of the Necronomion: Judgement of the Dark gods.”

As I drew closer, Thinking of Luis and my family pushing me to run down the halls, avoiding everyone in sight and narrowly avoiding the guards, only appearing to them like the wind near the air conditioning unit. Finally, I burst through the doors into the grand hall and hung a left, opening the door. I was surprised the codes had not changed, yet as I entered the room, I paused, glancing around. As I looked, I could hear my heart pounding as I said that all the Necromancers stood before me, their faces illuminated by the dim light. They were all there, their eyes fixed on me, a sinister smirk on their lips. "Three," they said in unison, their voices echoing through the hall.

Everything inside me goes cold all over again, the flicker of hope that had been there extinguished. I stare at him, dully, knowing it is not Lucas. But it is Lucas. Lucas’s memories, Lucas’s voice, his face, his hands. He begins to walk away from me, as if disgusted, and despite the shock to my system, my eyes catch some thing from the corner of them. The necromancer is standing on the balcony, holding a black spear which is both thick and heavy. His eyes are gleaming as he looks at Lucas’s back. And then he throws it with a speed that is terrifying.

With a swift and deadly motion, I sent her flying into the wall behind Raphael, the impact sending dust and debris flying everywhere. The sudden influx of Necromancers was like a dark tide, flooding into the room with a ferocity that was almost palpable. For a moment, they paused, their eyes fixed on the lifeless form of their leader, lying motionless on the floor. It was a fleeting moment of hesitation, but it was enough to confirm my suspicion - the dead Necromancer had indeed been their leader.

And in one swift move, he pulled the curtain away – making way for the sunlight to penetrate the dark room of the necromancer. “What is wrong with you, Halfing?” Merlin screamed his lungs out as he stood up abruptly. A deep knot was lodged between his oily and frizzy bushy brows as his albino-red eyes were staring dead at Levi. If a necromancer’s deadly gaze could kill an immortal, Levi the Envious was sure that he was probably dead by now.

They stepped inside. Raven’s sharp blue eyes scanned the spines—titles in languages older than Arcadia Prime, bindings of shadow-leather and bone. Victoria moved with purpose, fingers trailing over volumes until she stopped before a thick tome bound in matte black hide that drank the light rather than reflected it. Silver script crawled across the cover like living veins: *Intricate Military Command of the Dead* *Advanced Studies in the Art of Necromantic Warfare* Raven reached up—standing on tiptoe—and pulled it free. The weight surprised her; this was no slim intermediate text. This was dense, heavy with diagrams of battlefield sigils, troop formations of the risen, rites for coordinating

Per say no time had passed at all up here , it had only been three minutes since he left. He went towards her, bending down to kiss her on her forehead. A silent prayer for her to come back to him. Taking out the book Hades had given to him, he walked over to his reading nook, sat down and started reading. The book was about necromancy and didn't ways to perform them, writing by the necromancer himself of course. It was even signed for Hades. Raphael rolled his eyes and seeing that he'd tried most of these spells he flipped through the book a bit until a peculiar practice caught his eye. The text was about raising someone who's spirit hadn't left their bodies yet. It was quite a stretch but

He began to crawl further into the darkness, feeling the path the voice wanted him to follow. As he crawled, a strange feeling invaded his battered body. He felt as if he were near a fire that caused damage without heat. Again, he felt that he must remember something, but he didn't know what. -"Lord of the Necromancers" Her back arched violently as a thousand stars exploded in her broken mind. The scattered debris fell inward, glowing, incandescent. "I am a Necromancer. I am… the Lord of Necromancers." His mouth was not used to uttering sounds and the words came out hesitantly.

--- *Season 2: Chapter 7 — The Ghost War* We buried Three under a pine. No marker. Council would find it. Just Kieran, me, and four gods who weren’t old enough to drive. Nero made ice flowers. They wouldn’t melt. Lyra burned his name into the bark: _THREE_. Tempo and Echo stood back to back, watching the trees. Watching _time_. Making sure no one rewound this. Rylan slept through it.