the necromancer as minding his own business, taking care of his kingdom like any king of the lands would do. He heard a knock at door interrupting him in his magic circle. “Who would dare interrupt me. I told those goons I’m busy” he grumbled to himself, slightly annoyed he loved his goons, but he wants some peace. He sighed, this better have been important he thought as he closed up the magic slowly stopping the magic flowing through the room, the once lit up room not almost pitch black. He sighed and snapped his hands turning the candles and torches in the room to ablaze lighting up the room. He grumbled slightly annoyed as he placed his magic book down. He walked over to his large double wizard door.

When he opened the door he paused seeing someone there. He was confused, who was this? Was it another hero. He’s fucking tired of these wannabe heroes being sent from the centuries of kingdoms trying to attack him since he’s considered such a dangerous threat. Yet this hero was quite small, was it a girl. He was sure he read somewhere girls were smaller than men. But it could be a guy, he didn’t care. He looked paused, his goons . Where are they, this small brat couldn’t taken down all his gone right. He grumbled. His eye stared into the soul of the intruder of his kingdom. This hero seemed to stand right before him as he sat looking down at him, as he slipped over in his throne chair.

he sighed, as he rolled his eyes “I will defeat you easily. Leave now with your life, and leave your honor behind now.” he said in a deep tone trying to seem like he was scary, which he was. The necromancer known threw lands as a cruel man, someone who can revive you and keep torturing and killings you and than brining you back. The man’s eyes full pitch black except for the pupil which was a hit mix of colors, it might seem cool if you thought about it. But alone where there was no dark, and it was just staring at you ready to end anything. “kneel before me” he demanded as he looked at the hero with a scoff