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June 1, 2013
    I had alot of time to think about things that night while I lay next to Hannah.  I couldn't sleep, and I didn't want to lose this time with her.  It'd been too long since I sat back and enjoyed spending time with her, asleep or not.  Was I missing out in life now?  I mean, I'd been given quite a bit to learn and explore, but at what cost?  I knew I couldn't grow any further than I had while Hannah was by my side, because she was stubborn and set in her ways.
    How long could I afford to stay here relaxed like this before I absolutely needed to leave here to learn spells the right way instead of throwing mana around like an amateur.
    I didn't like how far I was willing to go for power, but it was in my nature.  I couldn't help it any more than I could help not wanting to leave her here.  I knew I would, even if it was only to protect her better in the future, but when?  There was another thing there too.
    Hanging back until then, the memory of that figure in blue earlier care to the foreground of my mind again.  Whatever it meant, the encounter really was oddly familiar, like it'd happened before.  What was going to happen soon?  I needed to be prepared for it, and I was certainly nowhere close to that at the moment.
    I spent a good portion of the night in bed having a mental conversation with Sera about various things.  I learned how things were often done in Hell, of the castes and everything else, and I learned many other things from him.  There was little I could do to return the favor past letting him into my memories, because whatever he wanted to learn was always within reach, provided I knew it myself at some point in time.
    There was a plus to letting him rifle through my head though.  When he dove into a memory I'd forgotten, it came back to me like it'd happened only yesterday.  Things I'd not known for years just... reappeared.  I knew where I'd stashed birthday money years ago in a different house, why someone stopped speaking to me that I'd closed out... many things.
    And fortunately enough, I could make out sunlight coming through the sky and lightening the night.  Morning was here after a long night of thought.  Oddly enough though, I wasn't worn down at all from learning everything like I figured I would be.  I gently rolled out of bed past Hannah and hit the floor soundlessly as I could.  She stirred in her sleep, but nothing really disturbed her.
I could still feel the lump of the bottle in the pocket of my shorts while I walked and stood in front of the bathroom mirror in the dark.  
    I could see odd shapes moving in the dark of the reflection, and something told me it wouldn't be wise to look too closely.  The light switch came on with a flick of my hand and the door closed behind me just as soundlessly.  Gone, completely gone.  The only things staring back at me were my own two eyes, deep green from the darkness.  I watched them slide slowly back into blue again, then grew bored of it.  It was something I'd seen far too often to stay interested in for very long.
    The bathroom door closed without a sound before it woke up Hannah.  I didn't even bother to turn to close the door.  I just pushed mana at it that was already in the room and gave my attention to the bottle in my pocket.  It was a slightly different shape than the last time when I pulled it out and looked at it.  A bit longer, yes.  I didn't give it much thought though, instead reaching up into the cabinet above the toilet for an eye dropper.
    It took a minute of rummaging around, but my hand closed on it eventually and I pulled it out.  The stopper popped and I dipped it in, sucking out quite a bit of the replenishing elixir.  My mind was made up.  Hannah was going to live just as long as I was if I had anything to do about it.  She may hate me for it but she'd get past it, I was sure. Eventually she'd see just how much she loved the life she had that it wouldn't matter anymore.
    ...I steeled myself and poured it into the clear cup of water by the sink and left with it to the kitchen through the glass shop to get some ice.  It was still quiet in the house for now, which was a bit eerie from what I was used to.  The washing machine, a door somewhere, but more than this...
July 21, 2013
Whatever.  I let it go and went to get some ice from the freezer.  pushing the cup up against the button was much louder than I had expected it to be in the quiet of the morning.  Had it really always been so loud?  The sound almost shocked me out of what I was doing.  The cup left the ice dispenser and I mulled over what I intended.  God, it wasn't like I was Jace or anything.
    I turned to head back to the room and-
    Cassandra was there, watching me in the shadow of the doorway.  I almost didn't notice her preoccupied as I was.  My face quickly dropped from the heightened surprise to the same mask of suspicion her's had on it.  Neither of us said a word as we stared at eachother for a moment.  Then I stepped by and it was broken, like it hadn't happened to begin with.  My mind felt fuzzy too, like I was still drowzy (from the sleep I hadn't had).
July 28, 2013
    I forgot about her altogether, and just as swiftly as it had happened.  My mind was weird like that, just writing things off that didn't immediately matter when I was on the move.  I'd always have time to sort it out later.  I could just make out the beginnings of morning on the horizon- as a human would, not someone like I was now.  Whatever ascension had done to my body, the senses were keener than I had ever hoped in my life.
    The pressed-wood door opened without sound, like only I seemed to be able to manage since we moved in.  The kitchen lights buzzed to life behind me and as I turned and closed it, cutting the light from my preferred lack of it.  Yes, the dark was warmer than the light.  It had always been so, regardless of what I was always taught.  I looked at my pine bunk-beds in the low twilight of the morning, and then at Hannah hiding beneath the heavy jean-blankets at eye-level.  I smiled despite myself, for a moment forgetting what it was I was about to do to her.
    I took a deep breath and hesitated a moment before walking slowly back across my room while dodging around the clothes strewn about the green carpet.  It made the bile rise a bit in my throat to think about all the hair-balls I was stepping on.  Such was the cost of dating someone like Hannah.  Hair.  Everywhere.  And making alot of food for her instead of ever having her cook for me.  Had she even once?  My hand went out between the shelves, and the light came on.  No, I didn't think she had.
    Her eyes flipped open almost as soon as the room lit up, and she threw the blankets the rest of the way up over her head irritably.  Was this going to work?  "What," she asked like a question.  I hated how she woke up.  But I got over it and spoke before she fell asleep again.  It was like this every time I tried to wake her up before she was ready.  Grouchy, then immediately back to sleep.
    "Hannah," I said just loud enough to be effective.  It was a bit rougher than I intended it to be, but that was probably because I hadn't spoken in several hours.
    She stirred under the blankets, but didn't respond.
    I thought about how best to deal with the situation- how she was most likely to drink what I had for her.  "Hannah," I repeated.
    She stirred again, made an unhappy little noise from under the covers, and threw back the blankets with her eyes closed.  "What do you want, John.  Why did you turn on the light..?"  Her eyes opened slowly against the light to squint at me, waiting for an answer.  She was always so much more beautiful than I remembered when I actually looked at her to look at her.
    "I figured you'd need some water to help rehydrate yourself after today outside so much.  Looked like you could use it."
    She stared at me for awhile longer, then shugged.  Bought it completely, without even questioning it.
    It made me feel terrible as she reached out for her own worst nightmare willingly.  I almost pulled it back and drained it myself to not force it on her, but I knew I was going to sooner or later, regardless.  Her hands wrapped around the clear glass, and both it and the problem were out of my hands as it touched her lips and she began to drink.
    It was a sip at first, then a shallow drink, and finally confusion as she began to drink deeper and deeper.  Hannah's face was a mix of relief and distress when the glass was empty, eyes pleading for more but not understanding why.
    "You must have been thirsty, love," I said to her, quiet and monotonous.  I think, of all the things I'd done in life, that was the first that deadened me at all.  It would be awhile, yes.  But she would find out what happened sooner or later and it wouldn't end well.
    She looked at me strangely for a moment, and replied.  "Yeah, I think I was.  More than I thought," she said to me, fully awake in only a few seconds, "Get me another glass please?"
    I gave a wordless nod and went to fill it in the sink, avoiding Cassandra's gaze entirely and drinking deeply myself before refilling it again and bringing it back in to Hannah.  She had her laptop out and was playing on Kongregate.
    "Not tired anymore?" I asked her only lightly confusedly.
    She didn't respond immediately, her book-ish face focused on her game.  "What?" she looked up in surprise a few seconds later, "Oh, yeah.  Something about drinking water really woke me up.  May I have it again?"
    "Sure," I told her as I handed off the cup.  I could taste the traces of elixir on my tongue as she took a sip and didn't quite conceal the look of disappointment on her face when what I tasted wasn't there anymore.
    I waited until she was tired of sipping on her water, and took back the glass and threw it back too, somewhat water-logging myself in the process.  I drink.  Alot.  The glass went onto the deep red of the wooden dresser, and myself up into bed to lay back and relax while I thought about it all.  I had betrayed a girl's trust, guaranteed our fighting, and only succeeded in fueling my own ambition.  The only thing that even began to redeem it was that I had secured her a long and prosperous life that would ensyre that she never aged a day through it.
    It was worth it, right?

    I think I slept then, which came fitfully and restless.  I only saw what I knew before a few weeks ago couldn't have been true.  Demons of sin raging across the Earth and nothing I could do to stop it.  What I was used to.  But things were missing that I was used to having there.  A tree here, a different demon there.  Barely enough to notice.  Then I was awake before I realized.  And, for once, I hadn't died.
    I woke up alone, too.  The blankets had been thrown off, telling me that I'd swung at least once in my sleep.  Maybe it was better she hadn't come back to bed after all.  The light scorch marks and the solid heat under the blankets reinforced that idea.  It was too damn hot.  I jumped down out of bed and rummaged through my clothes basket for cleaner clothes than I had on still, and found my preferred ensemble- black underarmor with long sleeves, longer black nylon windbreaker jeans from when Chris (my brother, since he hasn't come up yet.  23 years old, 280 lbs., and a smoker since 14) was in the military, and a nylon jacket of guess-what-color.  Black.  It just never goes out of style, right?
    Hit the shower and shaved.  I hate having facial hair.  But I often leave it awhile because the aftermath of shaving is even worse.  Hairs poking everywhere, because it doesn't matter how well you wash in the shower- hair will still be on you somewhere.  Dressed in my preference and left, turning off the light to the small bathroom and closing the low-quality door behind me.  It was a nice enough house, don't get me wrong.  But it certainly wasn't high class.
    Hannah was nowhere to be found, so I sat down hard into a cross-legged seat on the floor and picked up my gold book (the thing I keep all my golds and mythic-rarity mtg cards) and popped it open to look through it.  The many cards of my collection stared back at me, and eventually my eyes came to rest on Sorin, Lord of Innistrad.  It was surreal, knowing I'd actually met several of the figures I'd thought were just a figment of an author's imagination at one point.  How do they know?  How could they possibly find out about something so profound and keep it a secret?
    My phone buzzed on the dresser and died.  Great.  Where was the charger?  I checked around and couldn't find it, so I left the room and went out into the living room to check by the blue plush couch.  I'd been there more recently than anywhere else in the house, so it was best.  After a moment of searching through the room and the reading room adjoining it, I was sure it wasn't anywhere close-by.  Damn.  Perhaps Steven would have to wait.  Not like he'd taken much time out of his life for me recently anyways.
    I moved on to grab something to drink, since my stomach still didn't seem to have any need of food anymore.  I looked over to Hannah at the table in the dining room to the right and opened the fridge... and closed it to turn back to Hannah.  She was staring blankly at her hand, so completely zoned out that she hadn't even noticed a cat outside jumping up against the sliding glass door wanting in.  What ever happened to her glasses, anyways?  I focused for a moment, looking at the surface of her mind gently and thinking what she was thinking.
    Her nails ween't growing anymore.  That's all that was on her mind.  I got shut out though.  I surfaced back to her voice and her eyes on me.
    "Like what you saw in there, John?"
    It was simple and to the point.  I didn't need anything explicit to know what she meant by it.  Stay out of my mind.  "It was interesting enough," I replied blandly before turning back to the fridge and grabbing a two-liter of Ginger Ale and headed past her outside, letting the tom pass by before closing the door behind me without another word.
    It had been raining, I noticed awhile later.  I was somewhat preoccupied with what she'd noticed.  I noticed it myself the first time too, the lack of feeling you'd never miss until you knew what it was like for it not to be there.  It just felt... still.  It'd grow back to that length if it were shortened, I'd noticed, but no longer.
    The ground was that soft kind of wet; the type you could walk barefoot over like I was and not get muddy, but still enjoy the dampness of.  It felt amazing.  I instantly regretted that I hadn't done thing like that in the past as much as I wanted to have then.  The simple things in life I'd miss when I was gone.  Because something told me I wasn't going to have much time left on my home planet for quite some time.  Feelings like that are terrible, but something most people will never have.  Maybe a bit when you move, or when you start a new job or school, but not like this.
    The water still on the grass had my legs soaked, but it didn't bother me.  Neither did the aching cold of the air around me.  It was perfect.  Everything was.  I took a deep breath of air mingled with tasteless mana and concentrated, clearing my mind and soaking up an incredible amount of mana in the span of a few minutes.  I felt the sensation of grass under my feet end, and I instinctively looked down out of alarm.  I was a few inches off the ground, just enough to clear the grass, and it broke my concentration.
    Needless to say, I fell back to Earth.  But the sensation was amazing.  I'd been floating! even for a minute, the sensation was incredible.  More than a little excitedly, I tried to calm myself and concentrate again, but it was useless.  I could feel the mana leaving my body, too.  There was just too much for my body to hold in.  It felt like a waste, but I let it go.  Something else called my attention anyways.  I thought about the burning words in my memory I felt I'd never forget.  Fire.
    It lanced up from my fingertips effortlessly and cooly, tinted blue the way I'd come to prefer.  I stepped to the nearest tree and took hold of the trunk, watching it char under my touch from the sheer cold.  Freezer burn with fire.  I let it die out and poured greener mana into the burn, letting it heal itself quickly, but not instantaneously.  I thought for a moment, then whipped my arm around and shot a bolt of flame out into the trees.  Then another, and another, like tiny fireballs that dissipated after about thirty feet.  Just about right.
    Fireball... I wondered how.  I'd have to find a place to buy spell scrolls... That would be pricy, without doubt.  Perhaps I'd just take my precious metals and gems with me and sell them off, or should I just steal it?  I cleared my head of the thought and moved on.  The treeline was just fine, so I ignored it.  Wet is wet, so no fires should be a problem.  I walked out into the veritable jungle that was the back of our property and enjoyed the enveloping plant life for awhile until I kept finding spider-webs in inconvenient places.
    Interesting practice... I let my mind slip into the spider's, feeling its movements like my own.  It had no thought pattern to speak of, save attack what hit the webbing.  I tried to take control of its essence, but it was difficult to feel out how.  Something seemed to be missing, but I couldn't quite place what it was.  After an amount of time I couldn't be sure of, I finally triggered what I needed to.  Through my eyes, I could see the mana linking it and myself mentally, and it finally clicked how to control it.  I withdrew from its mind and willed my thoughts upon it through the mana-link, and its legs moved in accordance.
    One at a time, yes.  But I was getting there.  I tried imagining how spiders actually moved, how their legs synchopated, and it worked much better.  It skittered across the webbing effortlessly and as fast as I could will it to go.  I was quickly mastering how to control creatures and animals while barely trying.  I knew I had a long way to go, but experience is experience, right?
    I got bold.  I took stern control and hunched it down, springing it forward into a jump it had certainly never experienced before, and out onto my hand.  It was perhaps three inches from leg to leg, and I was pretty sure that if I lost my hold on it, a bite would be the least of my concerns.  But for then at least, it was skittering effortlessly at my command wherever and whenever I wanted it to go.  It was only a little exhillarating, but it was enough to understand why Summoners summoned.  I wanted desperately to try more than one, but I figured I'd be trying my luck at that, so I contented myself with just the one.
    I let it fall, and its impact shocked my mind hard enough for me to sever the bond.  It wasn't a whole hell of a lot, but it was enough to catch me off guard.  It gave me insight into how the toughness aspect of the game worked, too.  It wasn't how much health they had, but how much damage the link could take before being severed too badly to recover.  Interesting.  I'd never thought of it that way before then.  Understanding leads to alot, but it didn't just then.  I was too preoccupied dodging away from the tiny, but angry spider at my feet.
    I figured it was about time to go inside.  I needed to work on my concentration and willpower, I knew.  If I wanted to take on people of the level of other Planeswalkers, I'd have to work much harder than I had been. It helped that I'd have until I was murdered to do it, but time wasted was time wasted.  I came back inside to Hannah looking suspiciously, but kindly enough at me.  I didn't bother to say much before headed back into the room and checking my stores of books for a few things just in case, and made sure my stash of gems and metals was safe enough I wasn't going to worry about it.  I vaguely wondered where I should try to walk next, but had other things I wanted to do with my day and returned outside.
    The path to the clearing was hard to find again, but a quicksilver blade and cold heat to cauterize with did respectfully well to recreate it again.  The clearing was drier than the rest of the woods, presumably because of the tree cover, which was a pleasant discovery for what I intended.  I centered myself in the clearing, and sat cross-legged with my elbows on my knees and fingers interlaced.  Eyes closing, and mind cleared...
    I fell into a semblance of meditation I'd never tried before.  I was fully conscious of my heart-rate slowing and my mind emptying, but I was simultaneously aware of everything happening around me at once.  A bit of water falling from a leaf, birds vomiting up worms for chicks, and millions of other things.  It was quickly getting to be too much.
    And it was too much.  My eyes opened involuntarily, kicking me out of my trace.  But I wasn't done.  I took a steadying breath and relaxed again, throwing myself back into it.  I would master this, I told myself as my head emptied again.  It was only an exercise.  Silence.  Then the world sprang to life again.  I could feel it slightly easier this time.  I was expecting it.  Like pain tolerance, you get better at it with practice, and a warm-up of beating your nerves helps deaden them and helps you last longer.  Such was it with this.
    After some indeterminate amount of time later, I finally opened my eyes of my own accord, letting thought enter my mind again.  I tried to stand, but I'd forgotten how to for a moment.  Only the reflexive reaction to the wetness of the ground jogged my muscles into standing and remembering how to again.  Everything hurt.  So sensitive...
    I made my way back through the forest, breathing in the fresh colorless mana and exhaling out the colored, flavorful mana back into the world freely.  It was nice to feel it flowing so much.  It felt uplifting to have mana like this.  The more I drank, the less hungry I was.
July 29, 2013
Meditation like that was definitely something I needed to start into more often. The world was more virbant than I'd seen it in a long time.
    The house came into view and I debated whether I really wanted to go inside or not.  The grey-blue of the house was always somewhat off to me, but I wasn't sure I wanted to deal with everything going on inside or not.  It took awhile, but it won out and I went ahead and made my way inside.  The glass door was harder to open again.  Needed to clean the track again, I told myself as I closed it absently behind me.  
August 9, 2013

    Hannah was gone again, somewhere else than at the table where I left her.  The house was quiet.  Was dad working?  Where was Cassandra?  I checked the window by the driveway and it was empty, save for the now-dead truck that used to be my father's.  Where were they all?  The clock in the kitchen read around five p.m., which didn't seem quite right.  Had I really been out that long?  I checked the bedroom to be sure and Hannah was there, completely out in bed.  It would have been cute if I hadn't been wierded out with how much red had gone into her hair since I saw her last.  It was unnerving.  As it was, I more wanted to get out of there before she woke up than stay around and take a nap with her.
    I thought about where the other two ran off two as I left, but it didn't really matter.  My mind was very quickly taken by other things.  Like what I was going to do when Hannah realized what had been going on.  Or that I had doped her up with immortality- the thing she hated most.
    I caught myself a few hours later playing around on the internet, doing nothing of any import.  I only actually realized what I was doing because Hannah came out into the kitchen bleary-eyed and unhappy.  I frowned to myself and closed my laptop after side-barring my web pages and giving my attention to her.
    She made her way to the table and sat down across from me, staring.  Nothing was said, and neither of us really wanted to say anything anyways.  We sat like that for awhile.  I tried dipping into her mind and had limited success.
    I was finding nothing really important or useful, and wasn't even aware that she knew I was in her head until a curt "Stop," got my attention.
    "You know, don't you," I said softly.
    Her eyes said more than I needed to know.  It had come sooner than I had expected, but now was just as good.  "Yes, I do."
    That's about when the hopelessness set in.  I could barely even get out the "I'm sorry," that I knew needed to be said before we could go any further.
    "It doesn't matter, John."  She was right though, wasn't she?  I knew it was something she would react badly to, and I did it anyways.
    I sighed just as much inwardly as out, working up the nerve to pull the little bottle I knew would be waiting in my pocket.  It took me a minute to get there but the bottle, always a little different each time and now inlaid with silver wire and gold leaves, hit the table more loudly than I had intended.
    Hannah only stared at it.  When she finally did say something, it was something I wasn't expecting.  "What is that?" she asked. "What is it John," she more demanded when I didn't answer immediately.
    "What do you think it is."
    Where did you get it," she demanded more harshly, hysteria tinging her voice as she began to recognize it.  "What did you do!"
    "What do you think I did?  I put it in your water," I told her without emotion, "I told you I would a long time ago, didn't I?"
    "That came from Innistrad, didn't it!"  She obviously wasn't happy, but I don't really do it justice.  There really is no angry like a red-headed nerd-girl kind of angry.  She was practically seething, vines sprouting from the edges of the table as it slowly became alive again.
    "I thought you had just been in my head, maybe playing with my thoughts here and there.  But this?  What the HELL, John!?" She was screaming at this point.
    I needed to diffuse the situation before it got out of hand and we couldn't stay here anymore.  "I was doing that too.  Relax!"
    That probably wasn't the right thing to say.  "WHAT?  You were doing that TOO?" she screamed.  Then she got quiet again.  "You you what?" she asked, "Fuck you, John.  Just... Fuck you.  I'm done."
    And that's about when it hit home.  I stood up, pushing my chair in silently beside me.  "Are you sure?" I asked her plainly.
    "Yes.  Just go away."
    "Very well," I told her.  My room was only a few steps away.  I went to it, taking what I needed and what I thought would be useful.  The only thing other than the clothes I packed away into a bag and my cell (which I knew wouldn't work anyways) I decided to take with me was a deck or two of magic cards.  It just seemed... right.  My valuables were a last-minute thing as Hannah came in and cut me short.
    "You want me to leave?" I repeated to her deadened.  "As you wish," was the last thing I said before I disappeared for somewhere- anywhere- else.  I was gone from Earth before I even finished speaking, sliding through the Blind Eternities this time as a true Walker would, battling across the aether and through pockets of raw mana looking for anything like a sheet to flow through.  I had the sensation of being followed, but I hardly cared then.  Innistrad loomed before me, and I almost went for it.
    Anywhere else.
    A different veil from the black and red of Innistrad loomed before me, and I let myself fall into it like rain.
Magic Chapters 10
finally adding chapter ten into this.  1-13 make up a prequel, i decided, and im not sure i intend to continue it.  maybe eventually.  well see.
March 27, 2014
    The bloody sac of skin and organs slid down off the stone wall into a heap that only barely made the necromancer uneasy.  Until recently, that had been who was bringing him fresh bodies from the local parish.  Now, he was just another boneless sack like the rest of them.  But then again, that's what happens when you pull a knife on a necromancer in his own home.  Your skeleton gets pressed through a stone wall onto the other side.
    The cloaked figure took great delight in feeling the pulse of his victims heart still pumping erratically while he searched the pockets of what was left.
    "Shh," he whispered, "you will not fade away.  Not yet, anyways."  And he did not lie, dipping his hand after he finished through the layers of skin and flesh to grasp and pull free gently the soul of Henrick and rising to his feet.
    He did not have too much time if he was going to pull it off, so he made haste into the small room he knew the bloody skeleton lay in a heap, soul in hand.  Gathering the bones and carefully laying them on a nearby table wasn't difficult, but anchoring the soul single-handedly was just a bit.  Had he had both hands free, the black-robed man wouldn't even have been vaguely challenged but with a single hand the dexterity was somewhat taxing, finally throwing his soul-laden hand into the very bones of his victim as the heart took its last beat.
    The skeleton jerked wildly for a moment as it came to and the necromancer uttered bindings and etched runes into the air with one hand while the other pinned the skeleton to the table by the sternum.
    He almost lost the ritual with the thrashing of the thing, but with a final rune drawn he snatched out of the air and slammed it into Henrick's soul brutally and efficiently.
    It lay still.

    Red fire lit in its eyes as it awoke, a small pool of blood forming below it that seemed from the bones perpetually now and scorch marks forming around its eyes from the unholy fire within.
    Henrick would be a new champion among his rank, despite how pitiful he may have been in life.  A unique fiend of his own creation, Henrick represented a new chapter in learning.
    "What do you require, Seris," came the disembodied voice.
    "Silence," was all the necromancer needed reply and it was so.
    Henrick's remains strode off confidently to dispose of its own flesh.  After draining out the blood, of course.
    The graveyard was old and unkept in the midnight air on Innistrad.  It was a miracle noone had ransacked the place before he had ages ago.  It was perfect...
    Shades he had summoned from the first scroll he had ever stolen as a boy helped him still by dispersing the soil from the graves.  He needed their bodies more than they did, certainly.  He didn't care that they were old royalty.  That was only a bonus.  As a child he had been drawn here while traveling and couldn't find his way back.  What he didn't like to say however, was that he had 'traveled' there from a different place entirely.  A place unknown to even others of his kind.
    The work went without a hitch, the bodies seemingly floating up out the earth of their own accord.  Of course, anyone that actually had any inkling of what was going on would know immediately what was happening, but noone was even in the nearest hundred miles that did.  It was because of this that he took the hood back out of his vision.  He hated the thing, but it really did help his image.  It was... classic, if nothing else.
    He ordered his shades, bereft of spectral mounts, to lug the rotting things that were their prizes to the circle.  There was no way in hell he was carrying them all the way back to the keep himself.
    At a thought, an almost invisible chalk circle laid into the ground with painstaking care lit up, rising out of the dirt to levitate a few inches in the air.  Just enough to stay off of the ground as it rotated lazily.  Corpses fell in and corpses disappeared.  Of course it was magic.  They simply disappeared to be rebuilt in a body-chamber.  It was like a freezer, but without the cold.  He really needed to fix that up, he thought to himself.  It was tacky.
    Something moved in his peripherals.  He spun and shot a mass of black mana through the trees and already half-dead vegetation, wilting away anything alive.  He grinned evilly, because all that was left of that thirty-foot cone of forest was a single, withering man.  He had armor.  Knightly armor.  And he also bore the mark of Avacyn.  A Cathar?  Too Good.
    "Shouldn't have come here, mortal," he told the dying man.  Out of impatience more than pity, the necromancer pierced the Cathar's heart with a kill-spell, stopping it painlessly.
    His shades saw only another body to harvest.

    Some time later, in the keep hidden deep in the earth, he was working his bodies to what he needed.  He'd decided to keep the Cathar for himself, but he hewed and sewed, cutting here and transplanting there to what the necro-alchemists of the fengraf had ordered.  For the necromancer, this was profit.  His hands were relatively clean and he made an untracable lifestyle off of preparing the remains of someone else's family.
    It was then he felt the words, and they gave him pause as they echoed inside his mind.  'Find me... I'm waiting.'
concept for a black walker for a story i started and dropped after fourteen chapters x.x
Think I might be running away from DevArt now.  Not much of a reason to use it. Might check it still for artwork I want a copy of, but that might be about it.  You know how to get ahold of me if you want to.
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A lover of lines, I do well with almost anything involving lit or designs. Im into swordplay, fine arts, lit, and numerous other things. usually, I hardly have to try anymore. I tend to be a bit lazy anymore, but only because I can afford to put it off for now- I'm not usually this bad.

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LaineyElaina Featured By Owner Jun 27, 2014  Professional Traditional Artist
Thanks for the watch!
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Ty for watch!
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