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Sharing the Hate, Spreading the Pain: On the Embrace

by on Jun.05, 2008, under Articles, Sharing the Hate

I think a smile or a smirk flashed across my face earlier this evening. Definitely, a grin stretched from ear to ear as I drank deeply of a different substance than what would be considered the standard quaffing. It was a crowning achievement in my progression actually. The grimace was that of accomplishment. I remember it quite well the look upon her face as I sucked what little essence and soul clean out of her now hollow husk with one passionate embrace.

It is standard practice for a necromancer to not only communicate with the dead but to command the dead to act according to his own will. I vowed a long time ago to never exchange passion with the dead, but like most resolutions, it was broken even before I could finish the sentence. The dead are so easily to animate with the lie you can give them life. Even if you give them life for a moment, they become dead again once you leave often times before you head out the door. Perhaps to be alive, truly alive for one moment is worth an eternity of living death. Why fight one’s nature with a conflicting demeanor? These demented eyes have seen too much, have experienced too much to keep from sharing torment with those around me. The trail of blight and decay long stretches behind me with creaking embers glowing in the distance of shattered bridges. Who burned those bridges? Not I, it was always them.

The mirror in the bathroom pales in comparison to the shattered bridges of my past. The bandage on my left hand will become a warning flag to all those around me.

People often ask each other a relatively harmless question, “So, what are you thinking?” However, the answer to such a question if spoken by one capable of thought is neither refreshing, rewarding, nor requested. It is always better to lie in this case, and state what the other person wants to hear. Never let someone know what you are truly thinking, because if you do, then they will have either an advantage over you, or they will succumb to the fear of knowing the truth. Nothing is more harmful and malicious than the truth, so comfortably lie to them. Comfortably lie to them if you want to feign the truth and prolong the agony. Speak the truth and end your own suffering. There is a better answer though. Simply state that, “You really don’t want to know.”

Leave yourself in a comfortably numb state. A state where you know you lie to protect them. Protect the dead from ever having to experience true pain and suffering. A state where you know the protection comes at your own expense. This protection comes at your expense and suffering. How much longer must there be give and no take? How long will you help others at your own expense? For me, the answer is no more, or not since a while ago is more accurate. Tonight, I might regret that decision looking at the result of my actions.

Tonight’s encounter was a bit different than most. The embrace involved something that felt quite natural at the time, but never had I experienced or practiced it before. Tonight’s action was second nature, and yet there was never a guide, spell book, or instance where
I stumbled across a self-help or how to. I was not even aware that this was a skill that a necromancer or a Psion could possess. Spiking and flaring are dangerous arts though. The motion was simply to breathe in deeply during the embrace. If there is an airtight seal of both lips and essences, then the outcome if a bit different than standard fare. The motion of breathing in deeply to suck all the oxygen out of her lungs as opposed to just exchanging saliva felt invigorating. Since it was my first time, perhaps I went a bit overboard. That could explain what happened next.

She now lay twitching on the ground subdued to any sort of stimuli in the world around her. Here I thought I was merely going through the motions. Who knew that the motions held power such as this? I am done with this one. I seek other victims in the land of the walking dead. They are all walking dead, and I do not seek to find another living being in this lifetime. The dead comfort me in their emptiness.

Through my death sight, I have become a necromancer. Follow in my footsteps, and walk with me in blight and decay. I promise you a world where the grass is browner, and if you are lucky enough, you will get to attend the funerals of all of your friends before your children can attend yours. This end, I promise you. I promise you if you are able to possess such luck. If not, let my wrath provide you a glimmer of sanctuary. I continue to hate this world with every ounce of my being, and will one day find a way to….

Sincelery,
Leo

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