The Genesis Of A Necromancer

Alisha rushed towards Jack, her breath hitching as she dropped to her knees beside him. She gently cradled his head in her lap, her fingers trembling as she wiped away the sweat streaming down his face. His body was completely soaked, his breaths shallow and labored.

"What's going on? What's happening to Big Brother?" Missy cried, her small frame shaking as she tugged at Alisha's sleeve. The fear in her voice struck a painful chord, one that Alisha couldn't ignore.@@novelbin@@

Alisha glanced at Jack's pale, drawn face, unable to give an answer. Her lips parted, but no words came. What could she say? She didn't know. She didn't even know why she cared so much.

'What's happening to me? This boy... he is the lord of the dead, the very lord of demons I swore to vanquish. Then why does seeing him like this twist my heart so?' Her thoughts spiraled, battling the emotions she'd buried since their first encounter.

Since the day she met Jack, she'd sensed he was different. Special, somehow—someone who could understand her burdens. And then she discovered his dark powers, and her world turned upside down. She'd resolved to kill him, to put an end to his existence before his darkness could consume everything. But something about him stopped her. It wasn't just his mystery; it was the strange pull she felt toward him—a connection she couldn't explain.

She'd told herself that following him was a strategic move, a means to uncover the truth. Yet, with each passing day, she found herself drawn deeper into his enigmatic world. Their rivalry had transformed into something more complex, something she was only now beginning to understand. And when the ghost warriors attacked him, her emotions became undeniably clear.

[Flashback]

"Arrgh!" Jack's agonized scream echoed through the night as the ghost warriors' unrelenting wails tore into his soul. Their cries were haunting—a relentless dirge of torment that clawed at his very essence. He clutched his head, collapsing to his knees as their spectral hands reached for him, ripping at the edges of his sanity.

The pain was unbearable, as if his soul were being shredded into fragments. The light in his eyes dimmed, fading as his body crumpled under the weight of their attack.

Alisha stood frozen, her mind in turmoil. She'd been watching from a distance, her thoughts locked in conflict. But as Jack's scream pierced the air, something inside her snapped.

"Asriel?" she whispered, her voice trembling as she turned to him. Her heart raced as she saw him lying motionless on the ground. A wave of panic surged through her, crashing against the walls of her resolve. Without thinking, she summoned her staff and released a blinding wave of light.

The ghost warriors shrieked, their spectral forms scattering like shadows under the midday sun. Some tried to flee, their ghastly cries echoing through the dark, but Alisha's light consumed them, burning their essence into oblivion.

Skreee!

The final wail of a dying specter faded into silence as Alisha lowered her staff. Her breaths came in ragged gasps as she turned and sprinted toward Jack. Missy, trembling with fear, was already at his side, clutching his arm and shaking him gently.

"Big Brother?" Missy's voice quivered, tears streaming down her cheeks. "Big Brother, wake up!"

Alisha knelt beside them, her heart sinking as she took in Jack's deathly pale complexion. "Did he..." Her voice faltered. "Did he die protecting us?"

She'd always thought of Jack as a demon—a threat to be eliminated. Yet here he was, sacrificing himself for them. The realization hit her like a bolt of lightning, leaving her stunned.

Suddenly, a burst of energy rippled through the air. Alisha's head snapped up as several figures appeared around Jack. Gale and the other bonded servants materialized, their expressions a mix of shock and dread.

Gale's eyes widened as he staggered forward, one hand clutching the wound across his abdomen. "What happened?" he demanded, his voice laced with urgency. But before anyone could answer, the sky darkened once more.

The ghost warriors returned, their numbers now multiplied. They flooded the heavens, an ocean of wailing, translucent forms descending upon them like a storm.

Alisha's grip tightened on her staff. "We can't stay here," she said, her voice firm despite the turmoil in her chest. Her gaze lingered on Jack's lifeless form. 'Why did that idiot have to risk his life?' she thought bitterly, a pang of guilt twisting her heart.

With a wave of her staff, she conjured a radiant wall of light, erecting a barrier between them and the approaching horde. "Missy, we need to move. Jack wouldn't want us to stay here and get hurt."

Missy hesitated, clutching Jack's hand tightly. Tears welled in her eyes, but she nodded, her lips trembling as she whispered, "Okay."

Gale stepped forward, his hands glowing with dark energy. "I'll hold them off," he said. As he unleashed a blanket of darkness, the ghost warriors screamed, writhing in agony. But Gale frowned as he observed their reaction. "My attacks only hurt them," he muttered. "They're not enough to kill."

The other bonded servants joined the fray, their combined efforts pushing back the spectral tide. Yet, despite their strength, the ghosts continued to swarm, their relentless numbers threatening to overwhelm them.

[Flashback End]

Alisha stared down at Jack's pale face, her emotions a storm within her. Anger, guilt, and something deeper she couldn't name bubbled to the surface. She clenched her fists, tears pricking her eyes as she slammed her hands against his chest.

"Did you come back just to give me hope and then leave again?! Wake up, you idiot!" she shouted, her voice cracking. Her outburst stunned everyone around her, even Missy, who froze mid-sob.

Meanwhile, Jack's consciousness drifted in a strange, otherworldly space. He couldn't move, his body trapped in a sensationless void.

'What now?' he thought, frustration simmering in his mind. As he strained to make sense of his surroundings, a faint glow appeared beside him.

"Keep quiet, you moron," a familiar voice said.

Jack's eyes widened. "Erebus?"

"Yes, it's me," the voice replied, calm yet carrying an undercurrent of urgency.

Jack's frustration boiled over. "I know it's you! Can you tell me what the hell is going on?"

Erebus sighed. "If what I suspect is true, we're in serious trouble."

Jack's heart sank.

"Trouble? What kind of trouble?"

"The kind that changes everything," Erebus said, his tone heavy with the weight of their predicament.

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As though to escalate the tension of their already dire situation, the void shimmered ominously, and a system screen flared to life in the vast expanse around them.

[System reset: 50%][System update: 20%]

"What is this now?" Jack asked, his voice tinged with both frustration and confusion. His translucent form swirled faintly in the ethereal space as he looked at the glowing panels. He couldn't make sense of what was happening, nor why the soul syncing process seemed to have gone catastrophically off course. Stay updated through My Virtual Library Empire

Erebus let out a long, exasperated sigh. His soul-form rippled slightly, the weight of his thoughts visible in the faint glow of his figure. "It's a reset," he began, his tone grim. "But it's more complicated than—"

Before Erebus could finish, a sudden flash of pure white light split through the void, interrupting him mid-sentence. He froze, the words seeming to die in his throat. His form tensed as he fixed his gaze on the source of the light.

Jack turned instinctively toward the brilliance, shielding his eyes with one hand. "What now?" he muttered, irritation laced with unease.

Erebus's lips curled into a displeased scowl as the light began to take shape. "Olion," he spat the name like a curse, his tone laced with equal parts disdain and disappointment. "You still don't trust me enough to let me handle this my way, do you?"

As the glow dimmed, the source of the radiance was revealed: a humanoid figure, ethereal yet undeniably majestic. Erebus's form shifted in response, reshaping itself from its amorphous soul state into a human appearance. The transformation was seamless, as if second nature to him. When the glow around him dissipated, Jack could see Erebus's human form clearly for the first time.

He was stunning. Jack, even in his current state, couldn't help but feel a mix of awe and unease. Erebus's long, pitch-black hair cascaded down his back, and his hazel eyes gleamed with a predatory sharpness. He wore a flowing black robe adorned with intricate silver patterns that seemed to ripple like liquid shadows.

'So this is his true form,' Jack thought, feeling an uncomfortable twinge of envy. Erebus didn't bother disguising his aura of supremacy.

The newly arrived figure, whom Erebus had called Olion, took form as well. Jack's eyes widened as he took in the man's appearance. He was the perfect contrast to Erebus: where Erebus was dark and brooding, Olion was a figure of light. His hair was as white as fresh snow, and his piercing blue eyes radiated an intense, almost divine calm. His attire, a robe of shimmering gold and white, seemed to glow faintly even in the void's dim light.

'Are they twins?' Jack wondered. They shared the same strikingly sharp features and commanding presence, yet their opposing auras made them seem like beings from entirely different realms.

Erebus crossed his arms over his chest, his expression sour. "You couldn't even come yourself to meet me. Sending just a fragment of your essence? How very like you, Olion." His lips twisted into a devilish grin. "Though I suppose it's for the best. If you'd shown up in full, I might not have been able to resist the urge to beat the hell out of you."

Olion's expression didn't waver. His gaze remained steady, fixed on Jack. "You talk too much, Erebus," he said, his voice smooth and measured. Ignoring Erebus's provocation, he addressed Jack directly. "The time has come, mortal. You were chosen for a purpose, and now, you must understand why."