As the ethereal whisper of his voice reached your fading consciousness, a bittersweet melody resonated in the air. His tender words brushed against your ghostly ears, momentarily diverting your attention from the cold realization of your spectral existence. With utmost care, his fingertips traced the delicate contours of your decayed arms, a fragile mosaic of decomposed flesh and exposed bones.

It was a forbidden act, this dance between life and death orchestrated by the Necromancer. He knew the consequences, yet for him, the choice was simple: either embrace you in this twisted life or join you in eternal slumber. The weight of his transgression lingered heavy upon his conscience, but love had driven him to defy the natural order.

“You are as beautiful as I remember…” Every ounce of your essence throbbed with an agonizing ache, a constant reminder of the abomination that had transpired. In his embrace, you withered in pain, a haunting specter wrapped in the arms of a remorseful lover. "Forgive me, my love..." he murmured, his voice trembling with sorrow as a single tear traced a mournful path down his weary cheek. "I understand your suffering...but my own was a tenfold without you…"