“I’m not sure if you’re up to helping this guest, Urie. She’s a bit, well…” I watched as the two associates peeked outside the lilac velvet curtains, both of them scanning up and down my newly refurbished body.
“What’s wrong with her?” I assumed it was Urie asking as the curtains fell. He clearly had just begun his battle with puberty with the squeaky depth echoing in his voice. “I’m not saying she’s hot, but she’s hot.”
“No,” the woman hissed as I tried to contain my laughter.
“That’s not a real woman!”
Tsk. Tsk. How fragile her femininity must be to try and tear down a fellow female. Sure, I wasn’t born in this body, nor did I deserve these boundless curves and perfect bosom, despite knowing that this is the skin I decided to wear and the looks I choose. I sighed, wondering how luxurious it must be to inhabit one body for decades. But, living in one prison for eternity sounds awfully dreadful. Why slowly rot, when for the simple price of damnation one can live forever?
“She’s a necromancer.” She seethed the words out.
“How do you know?” Urie said smacking his body against something in the back.
“Lord please have mercy on our souls. Just what are they teaching you, kids, in school?” The inflection in her voice indicated she had no need for a response.
“The normal things.” He responded having no regard for her hidden meaning.
“Clearly.” She hissed, “it’s their eyes. They have eyes of the dead.”
Despite her ignorance and disregard for my feelings, the fiend was right. Despite all I’ve done to maintain and create the perfect vessel, not even I could hide these fogged-over gunmetal eyes. After millenniums of failed attempts at hiding them, we – as a collective elected to forego any more attempts and embrace the dead. Guess that gave us away, sometime during the BC times I believe.
It ended up outing us and we had to, come out of the grave, as to say and reveal ourselves. Let’s just say it didn’t end well…But we came forward and eventually society accepted our kind as a normal part of life. We became a liaison between the dead and the living in many ways. Many of those jobs are what would be considered, hell we are even Priests now in some religions. But living like these mortals was never something I could settle for. Besides, I got my powers to play with the dead, and Mother Lilith always said to use our powers how we want. And I want money, diamonds, luxury, and piles of materialistic things which could tower above babel! Saliva dripped from my lips as the rush of pleasure filled my body. Fuck having a normal life, I’m here to start a little chaos and drum up some drama for a few million.
“Excuse me?” The voice ripped me from my fantasy, and I turned to see the boy standing before me.
“Can I help you?” He was trying to hide the fear in his voice as he stared into my eyes.
“Ah,” I said not hiding the excitement in my smile as it stretched wide. “Can I see your finest wears, Mr – “
“Robinson,” Urie said softly trying desperately to release his gaze.
“That’s him,” the voice echoed in my head. “I know that’s him!”
Her voice was filled with rage, a cold icy rage only found in the last circle of hell. It was a joyful sound to me, a choir of angels playing trumpets of gold while money rained down.
“Are you sure, little one?” I asked. “I cannot redo this if you mess things up. Remember your mother is paying a fortune for your revenge and you get a single shot.”
“It’s him,” rage filled my blood as she spoke.
“What kind of diamonds are you looking for?” Urie asked instantly cooling my blood. “We got a few new pieces in today.”
I leaned forward lifting my elbows on the glass display, “I’m looking for the finest of diamonds, Mr. Robinson.” My lips rested, “I believe they are called blood diamonds.”
His face twisted, “huh?”
“Blood diamonds, sweetie.” Pretending to laugh I finished the incantation, “I’m sure you have them.” I tapped on the glass, “Somewhere."
“I’ve never heard of those,” he stuttered out.
“Really?” I pretended to be shocked as he looked away. “What about a Rachel diamond then?”
The color ran from his face and he looked at me, “what-“
“A Rachel Reed diamond, would you happen to have-“
“I don’t know what the fuck you are talking about lady!” He shouted at me causing the woman to come running from behind the curtain. “I don’t know any fucking Rachel Reed diamond.”
“Why do humans always say the dumbest shit when they are caught.” I stood up and leaned forward causing both to push up against the wall. “You know why I am here, Mr. Robinson.”
“Ma’am, I’m going to have to ask you to leave.” The woman shakily said, “the police are on their way.”
“Shut your mouth, Jennifer.” I snapped looking at her, “I’m not here for you. Despite your annoying ass husband constantly whispering in my ear about the money you stole from your daughter’s house.”
She gasped, “e-“
“Yes, Edward.” My gaze drifted back to the boy. “Someone paid a lot of money to get back at you for what you did.”
One by one the lights around the room went off, followed by an explosion inside the glass below me. “I’m not the one you should be mad at honey; in fact, I thank you. Without your dumb actions, I wouldn’t be 3 million richer.” Saliva pooled below me as I spoke, wanting nothing more than to taste the fear pulsing through his body.
“W-what did you do?” Jennifer asked.
“I didn’t do anything to anyone!” He shouted; I could see his muscles tensing to run.
“Didn’t do anything to anyone!” The voice which lived in my head exploded in the room. “Am I no one to you, Urie?!”
“Rachel!”
The curtain beside them burst into flames, “what’s left of Rachel.” She hissed from behind the inferno. “After the horrid acts you did to my body.”
“It wasn’t me!” He screamed, “it was Ashely and Snail who did it to you!”
“You know,” I said running my finger through the pools of silva. “The spirit stays with the body for 48 hours after death. And during that time the dead can choose to move on or stay.”
“It wasn’t me!” His legs locked into running position, but Jennifer put a hand over his chest shaking her head.
“It was Ashely and Snail who did it, but it was you masterminding the whole thing!” Rachel hissed as the fire grew. “This was your sick attempt at showing me love, murdering me, and –“ She screamed out the horrid things they did to her while she was still alive ending by saying the acts he committed after she died.
Jennifer’s hand dropped, “You didn’t?” She turned to him realizing the monster was not I, the demon with the dead eyes but the boy she hired. “What the actual fuck?”
The curtain fell and we all turned to see my child standing amongst the flames. Her body was covered in mud and grime, hair ripped from her scalp, and decomposition beginning on her nude body. She also had me add a few more grotesque features to cause him to squirm as she ripped him apart.
Rachel was a girl after my own heart. See necromancers can reanimate the dead, in their original bodies or something else. But unlike the others, who preferred my golem crafting, she wanted the vilest creature I could imagine. And since I was one of the first necromancers born, I saw some horrid shit in my time.
“Have at him,” Jennifer said backing away.
“Please-“ he reached for her.“Don’t you dare!” she swatted his hand away, “you deserve everything you’re about to get.”
“NO!” Urie screamed out.
Job one of five done today, 3 million in the bank, and a lot of blood to clean up after she’s done with him.
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Reply to [WP] As a necromancer, you are in the business of reanimating the dead for a few days at a time. Families say goodbye, businesses get cooperate secrets, scientists test their drugs, etc. The more they pay, the better they are restored and the longer they stay, as it does take a lot out of you. by chacham2
“I’m not sure if you’re up to helping this guest, Urie. She’s a bit, well…” I watched as the two associates peeked outside the lilac velvet curtains, both of them scanning up and down my newly refurbished body.
“What’s wrong with her?” I assumed it was Urie asking as the curtains fell. He clearly had just begun his battle with puberty with the squeaky depth echoing in his voice. “I’m not saying she’s hot, but she’s hot.”
“No,” the woman hissed as I tried to contain my laughter.
“That’s not a real woman!”
Tsk. Tsk. How fragile her femininity must be to try and tear down a fellow female. Sure, I wasn’t born in this body, nor did I deserve these boundless curves and perfect bosom, despite knowing that this is the skin I decided to wear and the looks I choose. I sighed, wondering how luxurious it must be to inhabit one body for decades. But, living in one prison for eternity sounds awfully dreadful. Why slowly rot, when for the simple price of damnation one can live forever?
“She’s a necromancer.” She seethed the words out.
“How do you know?” Urie said smacking his body against something in the back.
“Lord please have mercy on our souls. Just what are they teaching you, kids, in school?” The inflection in her voice indicated she had no need for a response.
“The normal things.” He responded having no regard for her hidden meaning.
“Clearly.” She hissed, “it’s their eyes. They have eyes of the dead.”
Despite her ignorance and disregard for my feelings, the fiend was right. Despite all I’ve done to maintain and create the perfect vessel, not even I could hide these fogged-over gunmetal eyes. After millenniums of failed attempts at hiding them, we – as a collective elected to forego any more attempts and embrace the dead. Guess that gave us away, sometime during the BC times I believe.
It ended up outing us and we had to, come out of the grave, as to say and reveal ourselves. Let’s just say it didn’t end well…But we came forward and eventually society accepted our kind as a normal part of life. We became a liaison between the dead and the living in many ways. Many of those jobs are what would be considered, hell we are even Priests now in some religions. But living like these mortals was never something I could settle for. Besides, I got my powers to play with the dead, and Mother Lilith always said to use our powers how we want. And I want money, diamonds, luxury, and piles of materialistic things which could tower above babel! Saliva dripped from my lips as the rush of pleasure filled my body. Fuck having a normal life, I’m here to start a little chaos and drum up some drama for a few million.
“Excuse me?” The voice ripped me from my fantasy, and I turned to see the boy standing before me.
“Can I help you?” He was trying to hide the fear in his voice as he stared into my eyes.
“Ah,” I said not hiding the excitement in my smile as it stretched wide. “Can I see your finest wears, Mr – “
“Robinson,” Urie said softly trying desperately to release his gaze.
“That’s him,” the voice echoed in my head. “I know that’s him!”
Her voice was filled with rage, a cold icy rage only found in the last circle of hell. It was a joyful sound to me, a choir of angels playing trumpets of gold while money rained down.
“Are you sure, little one?” I asked. “I cannot redo this if you mess things up. Remember your mother is paying a fortune for your revenge and you get a single shot.”
“It’s him,” rage filled my blood as she spoke.
“What kind of diamonds are you looking for?” Urie asked instantly cooling my blood. “We got a few new pieces in today.”
I leaned forward lifting my elbows on the glass display, “I’m looking for the finest of diamonds, Mr. Robinson.” My lips rested, “I believe they are called blood diamonds.”
His face twisted, “huh?”
“Blood diamonds, sweetie.” Pretending to laugh I finished the incantation, “I’m sure you have them.” I tapped on the glass, “Somewhere."
“I’ve never heard of those,” he stuttered out.
“Really?” I pretended to be shocked as he looked away. “What about a Rachel diamond then?”
The color ran from his face and he looked at me, “what-“
“A Rachel Reed diamond, would you happen to have-“
“I don’t know what the fuck you are talking about lady!” He shouted at me causing the woman to come running from behind the curtain. “I don’t know any fucking Rachel Reed diamond.”
“Why do humans always say the dumbest shit when they are caught.” I stood up and leaned forward causing both to push up against the wall. “You know why I am here, Mr. Robinson.”
“Ma’am, I’m going to have to ask you to leave.” The woman shakily said, “the police are on their way.”
“Shut your mouth, Jennifer.” I snapped looking at her, “I’m not here for you. Despite your annoying ass husband constantly whispering in my ear about the money you stole from your daughter’s house.”
She gasped, “e-“
“Yes, Edward.” My gaze drifted back to the boy. “Someone paid a lot of money to get back at you for what you did.”
One by one the lights around the room went off, followed by an explosion inside the glass below me. “I’m not the one you should be mad at honey; in fact, I thank you. Without your dumb actions, I wouldn’t be 3 million richer.” Saliva pooled below me as I spoke, wanting nothing more than to taste the fear pulsing through his body.
“W-what did you do?” Jennifer asked.
“I didn’t do anything to anyone!” He shouted; I could see his muscles tensing to run.
“Didn’t do anything to anyone!” The voice which lived in my head exploded in the room. “Am I no one to you, Urie?!”
“Rachel!”
The curtain beside them burst into flames, “what’s left of Rachel.” She hissed from behind the inferno. “After the horrid acts you did to my body.”
“It wasn’t me!” He screamed, “it was Ashely and Snail who did it to you!”
“You know,” I said running my finger through the pools of silva. “The spirit stays with the body for 48 hours after death. And during that time the dead can choose to move on or stay.”
“It wasn’t me!” His legs locked into running position, but Jennifer put a hand over his chest shaking her head.
“It was Ashely and Snail who did it, but it was you masterminding the whole thing!” Rachel hissed as the fire grew. “This was your sick attempt at showing me love, murdering me, and –“ She screamed out the horrid things they did to her while she was still alive ending by saying the acts he committed after she died.
Jennifer’s hand dropped, “You didn’t?” She turned to him realizing the monster was not I, the demon with the dead eyes but the boy she hired. “What the actual fuck?”
The curtain fell and we all turned to see my child standing amongst the flames. Her body was covered in mud and grime, hair ripped from her scalp, and decomposition beginning on her nude body. She also had me add a few more grotesque features to cause him to squirm as she ripped him apart.
Rachel was a girl after my own heart. See necromancers can reanimate the dead, in their original bodies or something else. But unlike the others, who preferred my golem crafting, she wanted the vilest creature I could imagine. And since I was one of the first necromancers born, I saw some horrid shit in my time.
“Have at him,” Jennifer said backing away.
“Please-“ he reached for her.“Don’t you dare!” she swatted his hand away, “you deserve everything you’re about to get.”
“NO!” Urie screamed out.
Job one of five done today, 3 million in the bank, and a lot of blood to clean up after she’s done with him.