I positioned myself five feet away and held my crossbow to his head. So part of itched to pull the trigger. Necromancer, kidnapping and killing people by the dozen. It should have been clearcut, entirely justified. And I realized that for possibly the first ti in my life, I was tired of granularity.
Focusing on the minutia, the complexity and imperfect lines that compose a person, was always how Id managed to stop myself from doing sothing stupid in the past. And whether it was due to exhaustion, or frustration at my recent circumstances, I was tired of looking for reasons to hold myself back.
I wanted Miles necromancer who lived in the sewer, worshiping demons and spreading preschooler pt over tiny pieces of toast.
I wanted simple.
And life so rarely was. It was entirely possible he was what he presented himself to be. But serial killersthe smart ones, at leastcan be charismatic. So charismatic that, despite the malignancy of their cris, we can be fascinated by them. People obsess over their pathology, dissect their motives and formative psychology. Consu an endless selection of books, and movies, and miniseries centered around the worst criminals outside of third world warlords and first world politicians.
There was enough wrong here that I wasnt willing to trust my first impression. His companionthe shadow monsterhad tried to kill . Even though I knew summons werent perfectly controllable, it was hard to imagine the attempt would have happened with zero input from him.
Hating myself for it, I switched titles to
A tidal wave of anxiety washed over , so strongly I nearly staggered. Residual fear from the ambush, the close encounter with Rodericks lodge, and whatever was happening with Ellison ran rampant. The fear slowly changed to sothing else that anchored in the mont. It wasnt pure focus, as it was with Rather it was deeper, more primal. The desire to rend niceties and facade alike until the ugly, true face of everything was clear to see.
Details from the last few minutes ca into focus. Frown lines in the doctors forehead beca more pronounced. He spoke with a nearly imperceptible micro-stutter, hunched over slightly. His eyes were haunted, not by what hed done, but by what hed done it for.
Paper residue on the stethoscope. Plenty of it. There were stickers there once, but he scratched them off. Pediatrics. Not a doctor. Overinflated sense of self, so not a nurse either. Physicians Assistant, or so other analogue. He was barely hanging on before the do ca down. Sothing personal he couldnt shake, or an illness, or both. Only, it wasnt the do that pushed him over. That happened after.
How many have you killed? My voice was emotionless, like it belonged to soone else. I caught my finger tightening on the trigger and loosened it. But only slightly. Miles warning was still at the forefront of my mind.
The necromancers mouth tightened. Pull the trigger if you have to. Otherwise, Im injecting him now. He turned back to the patient, raising the needle.
Its adrenaline. 95, 96 percent chance. Whoever the User on the table is doesnt matter. The necromancer doesnt know him, either. Its less about reducing harm, more about being able to tell himself he did everything he could and using that assertion to cope. Still, on so level hes using this to evade the question, even though he knows hell have to answer eventually. Irrational. Emotional. Dangerous.
I watched as he plunged the needle into the mans chest. The necromancer wasnt new to the dical field. He didnt panic, or even frown, as he went through the process of attempting to revive the man on the table.
Miles is trying to reach you by speaking directly to the knife. Talias ntal voice held a touch of derision.
Voice and text communication arent working? I asked.
Considering what just happened, he wanted to avoid disabling his feat if it ant giving the necromancer a chance to call for help. Talia said.
Reasonable. Shadow monster stop chasing?
For now. Were pinned down in the north hallway. Miles found the lux in a storage unit. He wants to make sure youre not in peril before he begins to extract it. Are you in peril?
I closed my eyes, considering my next move carefully. If I brought Miles in on this, it was obvious what his vote would be. Hed made it clear. And it was probably the right call, I just wasnt comfortable making it without more information. But letting him extract the lux solo was also a considerable risk.
Im fine for the mont. How much is there? I asked.
Twenty-five, give or take.
I breathed out slowly. It was hard to say with the variable value, but that might be enough to fill the receptacle.
Talia. Worst-case scenario, could you take him down?
There was a hesitation before she answered. If he betrays us and attempts to steal the lux for himself?
Yes.
I am uncertain if I could neutralize him completely. Hes one of the most capable Users weve worked with and likely has many abilities yet to reveal. Transporting this much lux is awkward, however, and Im reasonably certain if I acted at an ideal mont, I could do enough damage to ensure that he failed.
Dont hesitate. If you get a bad vibe, or feel like theres even the slightest chance he might inventory the knife? Hit him hard."
There was another long pause. Youre comfortable giving this much autonomy on sothing so critical?
Weve already been over this. I trust your judgnt. Speak to him with suggestion, tell him Im safe but trapped for the mont. Then tell him I said to get the lux and get out.
Very well. Be safe, Matthias.
You too.
On so level, I registered that it was the first ti Talia had used my na.
I returned my attention to the necromancer. He was bent over the hospital bed, hands gripping the railing hard enough that his weathered knuckles were white. Tears stread down his cheeks.
Quite the performance. Seeing as how your experintation was the cause of his death in the first place, I prodded, despite knowing from that none of this was an act.
Eleven. The necromancer whispered.
Co again?
Benjamin Hudson, Abigail Wallace, Evan Robinson, Emma Wright, Ramon Weaver, Alan Copeland, Denzel Price, Oscar Davidson, Isabella Bates, Zoe Weber The necromancer extended a hand to the man on the table. And Hayden Greer. The nas of the eleven people Ive killed. Only three of them were productive. The rest died in vain. Pointlessly.
Didnt hesitate or stumble once until he got to the end. Hes morized their nas. Guilt or self-flagellation. Probably both.
The necromancer looked straight in the face, then reached up slowly. I tensed, relaxing only when his fingers clasped around his black-patterned tie and began to undo the knot, folding it gently and placing it on the counter. A gift from my daughter. Id rather leave it intact, if its all the sa to you.
Did he intend to fight? My instincts and title said no, but Id been wrong before.
Still think youre getting out of this?
The necromancer shook his head. On the contrary. The people funding this operation will keep doing so, on a smaller scale. If you spare , I can tell you beyond all certainty Im not going to stop. Im incapable of it.
I cocked my head. Because you enjoy it.
No. Again, the refusal was as clear as it was definitive.
Self-hatred. Pure as driven snow.
A stony smile played across my lips. Youre giving as little information as possible on purpose. Because you dont want to empathize. You dont want to get out of this. Youre in too deep, and a bolt to the head is your way out.
Why muddle what should be definitive? He asked, unknowingly echoing my earlier sentints. By any and all definitions of the word, Im a murderer. I have every intention of doing it again. Ending would spare dozens, maybe hundreds. Pulling the trigger would make you a hero.
I shrugged. Potentially. But I dont care about that. Being a hero. What I want is information. Intel on what you intended to do here, and as many details on the organization behind you as possible. Give that, and maybe Ill grant your request. What were you doing, here?
The necromancer bit his lip. Sothing dangerous slipped into his expression. For one tense mont, I wondered if he might rush . Try to force to kill him.
Then the dangerous gleam faded. He sagged, and sat on the rolling stool next to the table. Its a harvesting operation. Nothing more. I stop their hearts as painlessly as possible, then check them for cores. If theres no core, I try to bring them back.
Hence the low bodycount, I said. When he looked at , horrified, I added, relatively speaking. Why are the cores so important?
The necromancer shifted uncomfortably. From what Ive been told, the other classes can kill monsters and gain significant experience from quests. Its easy enough to accumulate power without coming into conflict with other Users.
Necro doesnt work that way.
No. He shook his head. We have quests, but the rewards are limited. Almost all our experience is derived from manipulating and consuming cores.
So, what? You just decided, hey, I need more power, guess Ill just kill people?
A dark chuckle escaped from the necromancers lips. Please. Everyone loves to poke fun of the Hippocratic oath, but theres more than a few of us that take it seriously. I took one look at the skill tree and swore to never touch it.
Hes dancing around the truth. Push harder.
I held out a hand to the body on the table. Yet, here we are. Doesnt look like it stuck.
You should really just kill . He leaned forward on the stool, his head down.
Im considering it. But first, you have to tell why.
His gaze was fixed on the floor. I wasnt the only one who beca a User after the asteroid hit.
The first puzzle piece fell into place, followed by the speculative ghost of a half-dozen others. I closed my eyes. Your daughter did, too.
That dark chuckle filled the room. It was a manic sound, filled with madness. God, she was always too smart for her own good. She had all these ideas about how to profit from her ability. A few days after the teor hit, they found us.
They? I asked.
I cant tell you who they are, or were theyre at. They put every one of us
Under a geas. I finished.
His dead eyes lit up, slightly. Youve encountered them before.
Tell what happened, I said, my stomach twisting.
The necromancers voice took on a broken monotone. They were straightforward at first. But when my daughter couldnt give them what they wanted, things took a turn. They took us into separate rooms. She tried to escape, and they killed her in the process.
Why would you work with soone who killed your daughter?
Instead of responding, the necromancer reached towards his side. As didnt give a warning, I saw no reason to stop him. He withdrew a small pearlescent orb and held it out to .
I reached out to take it, only to find his fingers locked around it, gaze still pointed at the ground.
If thats what I think it is, Id never take it from you. Let see it. Please. My voice was gentler than before, even as anger boiled within .
Fuck.
Thats hers. My daughters. After she died. They let see the body. I was in shock, completely broken. Then soone ca in to speak with . The way he said soone, seed to indicate he knew and actively hated the person, but couldnt speak the na. He seed genuinely apologetic. Maybe thats a strange thing to say about a man who tortured you and your only family, but sohow, he did. He said it was an accident. That shed tried to run, and the guard who killed her was no longer with the guild. The necromancer sobbed once, then hardened, his eyes flaring with hatred. Id let it slip a while ago what I was. Maybe that makes a coward, but I was so convinced that if I could just offer them sothing equally valuable as a rchant
Theyd take you instead. I offered, filling in the rest of the blanks with damning clarity. The man hed spoken to had to be the sa gray-haired suit Id negotiated with in the tunnel.
I already gave him all the information I had about my class. At a low-level, it seed practically useless. Summoning ghosts that faded away after minutes. Farthest I could see up the skill-tree, it led to eventually upgrading to reanimated bodies that were nothing more than shells. Everything after it was question marks. Which is uncommon, apparently. And this man claid to have knowledge of what presided at the top of the tree.
Gray-hair deserved a special place in hell.
And what was that? I asked, already knowing the answer.
The necromancer rested his chin on his hands. True resurrection. The ability to fully restore a deceased User from their core. I was a fool. A desperate and grieving one, but a fool nonetheless. I realized too late that there was no way he could know that. But after making that connection, the idea itself was just as insidious. Even if he was lying, wouldnt it make sense? That soone with a mastery of life and death could eventually fully restore a User? So I kept going. And going. And now Im here.
I absorbed everything slowly. The necromancer had no way of knowing how drastically hed just turned my world upside down. Still, I needed to be certain. One last piece to confirm the horrible theory in my head.
Whats your daughters na?
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