Enchantment of the Dark
Chapter One; Payment
Magic is the unseen force of the world, it appears when needed and disappears when sough out. Despite the unyielding nature of magic there are a select few who have the ability to control it, bend it to their will for good or evil. There are many different types of magic wielders, there are Wizards who use magic to better the world or themselves, Witches and Warlocks are the in the grey of the scale as they do as they please or as paid to, then you have necromancers who strive to cause death and chaos.
These magic wielders can be paid for their services, and these spells are by no means cheap. In times of great trouble or danger towns would ask a magic wielder for assistance. Of course, at a heavy price.
These magic beings are none the less human in essence, they love and they hurt. Magic takes a toll to those who use it, the more it is used for evil the more it takes away the users humanity. Necromancers are those whom have lost or nearly lost their humanity to become demons.
Necromancer who regain even a portion of their humanity is nearly unheard of with the except of this tale.
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A small girl no older than ten is walking slowly in the woods. The wood is dark and ominous,and the path she treads is composed of black stones. The sound of her small feet dragging along them echoes through the wood, the only sound to be heard. The forest seems to hold nothing but the sense of dread, and yet the small girl travels deeper into the wood.
She walks for days never stopping for a break, eventually her eyes seem to mimicked the lifelessness around her. She carried only a small letter that was gripped tightly in her hands.
She reaches her destination with her small body nearly at the brink of exhaustion. At the end of this ink black path is a large circular rock. She sits on it, and catches her breath. Looking towards the sky, it was nearly night.
He would be here soon.
The young girl fell asleep as she waited. The moon rose high into the sky, shining brightly. He arose from the shadows, as if he had appeared from nothing. He saw the child asleep, and cocked his head in bewilderment.
He approached the child and swiftly picked her up by the back of her shirt, suspending her in the air. She jolted awake, and was met with bright green eyes. She was frozen in fear.
"Who are you?" He asked in a deadly tone. The small child was shaking as she held out the letter in the quivering hand. He snatched it from her hand, and tore it open. Her small hands retried back to her chest.
The man read the letter, and the longer he read the more grimm his face became. His eyes slowly looked up from the letter and locked with her small dull blue eyes. In an instant he dropped her, letting her fall harshly to the ground.
"No, tell your village I will not accept a child as payment! The payment has always been in gold or something of equal value. A ten year old girl is not equal value!" He yelled in frustration.
The young girls huffs and winces as she stands up from the ground. She brushed off her dress, and looks up at the man with anger in her eyes.
"My name is Namine! Not girl!" She yelled back, to which the man rolled his eye. He didn't care what her name was, he wanted his payment and she wasn't gonna cut it.
" Well, i suppose I could just kill you and use your parts for an incantation i've been fiddling with.." He said seemingly to himself. Namine physical froze at this comment.
"Or! I could use another black cat, they are great scouts.." He continued. He noticed her change in body language, he wanted her to just ran back to her village.
"I could send you back in pieces so they know to pay me..Usually people are keen to not upset a necromancer." He said finally looking at her, she stood firm. She was clearly terrified from his threats, yet she didn't run.
"Your potion stopped the plague from destroying our town, our village had nothing to offer you but me. They said I was to be sacrificed for the betterment of the village…" Namine said quietly not looking at the man, she was nearly sixty pounds soaking wet and shaking like a leaf in his presence.
The man ran a hand through his silver hair and groaned.
"Just return to your village. The debt will be forgot, this time only." He said turning to walk back into the shadows with her voice made him stop.
"I can't! I need to go with you! If I return to the village I will be punished again!" Namine said as she started to cry. She feared his comments of death, yet not enough to stop her.
She wasn't scared of him, she was scared of going back to her village.
He turned to face her once more and looked her over. She was nearly four feet tall and she seemed to be healthy, perhaps a bit skinny. Though overall unharmed.
"Punished? You haven't a mark on you. Do not lie to me in an attempt to protect your village." he said simply, his green eyes staring at her with annoyance.
She simply cried more, and shook her head.
"I won't go back.." She whimpered out, as her hands went to cover her eyes. The next thing she felt was the man's hand atop her head.
"I will see for myself" He said simply and his eyes flashed red.
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The Necromancer was in the young girl's memories. He recognized the mountain village, their leader had come to him begging for protection as nearly half their village had been lost to the plague.
He was in the center square, he was merely an observer to her memories as a pair of children ran right through him. He spotted Namine she was being talked to by two older men, he assumed one of them to be her father.
He walked up to them as they talked, he stood behind recognized the second man to be the man whom had groveled to him, their leader. The small girl's body was tense as the pair spoke to her, tears threatening to spill at one wrong word.
"Namine, he saved our village and must repay him. Your father has been kind enough to offer you as payment for our village. We have to gold to give the Necromancer, and all our livestock and food is needed to live as winter is fastly approaching." He said with a smile on his face. The Necromancer looked at him with a smirk, truly evil. Selling a girl and lying to her about why.
"You have a duty to our people Namine, you are the youngest in the village. You must give yourself up to the Necromancer, death will be painless. I promise." Her father said in a prideful tone, yet his words came of jagged and forced. He was lying, he had no idea what would happen to his daughter and Namine knew it.
Namine didn't say anything, and the Necromancer seemed confused by this. He one of the most powerful magic wielder in the realm, and when he had offended her she had yelled and stood er ground. Though here she was being submissive to a man she should be close with.
Namine nodded and followed her father into their house. The night was coming and the town rested.
The Necromancer stood in Namine's room and simply looked at the child as she cried herself to sleep. She was afraid to die.
The Necromancer sat at the foot of her bed. There was more to see, his spell of memory was absolute. He had yet to see what she deemed punishment, so he would wait.
Namine had cried so much the room smelled of tears and was the bringing and manipulator of death usually he enjoyed evil deeds, sorrow, and tears. Yet, when he looked upon the small girl, he found himself dissatisfied with her pain, he didn't like it.
Before he had time to dwell in these new feelings the door cracked open. Light from a candle poured in through the crack, it was her father.
He came into the room very quietly, and shut the door. Then processed to lock it. This caught the Necromancer's attention.
"Sweetly… Namine, wake up" He said to her softly. The young blonde awoke and she physically froze. A new scent filled the room, fear.
"Is it time to leave.." She asked in a hopeful tone. She was hoping to leave.
Her father slowly sat on her bed, placing a hand on her thigh. She started to shake in fear.
"No, sweetness. I thought that we would play one more time before you leave…" He said in a sweet tone, as he slowly removed his shirt.
The Necromancer looked into Namine's eyes so filled with fear and hatred. This look was nothing compared to what he had seen from her earlier. This was her hell.
Her father proceeded to undress himself and Namine.
He played as she cried in pain.
The Necromancer felt his stomach churn. Seeing her in pain didn't sit well with him. It was the most peculiar thing.
The Necromancer watched with disinterest and anger as her father dressed himself and kissed Namine's head,and told her how much he loved her. He was lying of course.
Namine didn't cry after he left, she just stared at the ceiling.
The Necromancer gently touched her forehead, his fingers going through her.
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When he opened his eyes he was back in the clearing. His hand resting on the small girl's head. No time had elapsed as he viewed her memories. She was still crying, and he truly was starting to hate seeing her tears.
"I am sorry, but you must go back. I am not a being that walks in the light. You must be with your own kind." He said softly, his hand caressing her hair gently in an effort to calm her down.
"Please.. I can't go back.. I won't cause trouble, turn me into a cat or a bird or - anything! I will be useful!" Namine pleaded with heartbreaking eyes. She was desperate for a savior even if it should be nearly a demon.
Namine tried to convince him, but her words fell on deaf ears. The Necromancer was tall, nearly seven feet in heights, he had weight length silver hair and bright green eyes. He wore a long thin silver chain that held a blue crystal pendant.
She pleaded and pleaded, her small hands gripping his coat.
"Namine, let me show you what I really am. Then you will see why." He said simply as he removed the necklace from his neck. When the gem was resting fully in his hands is when he changed.
Before Namine's eyes, the fair skinned man turned into what she assume a true demon looked like.
His milky skin was now a grey soot color. His silver hair was the darkest black she had ever seen. His hands grews claw and his teeth were now fangs. Upon his head were now two black horns that almost blended in with his hair. The most drastic change was his eyes. They were solid red, no pupils just blood red in color.
She gasped in shock.
He turned his head to look away from her, only to feel her small hands in his hair.
"You're so beautiful.." Namine said with a smile as she touched his hair tenderly. The look in his eyes was of confusion and shock.
"Child, I am the son of darkness. A necromancer, a bringer of death and destruction. I am not beautiful." He said simply as he looked at her marvel at him.
She pouted and in the most childlike manner disagreed with him.
"I think you are!" She retorted with a bright smile. He simply rolled his eyes and returned the necklace to his person. Restoring his illusion.
"Think as you wish" He said as he rose and brushed of the dirt from his clothing. He turned and started to walk into the forest then disappeared entirely in the darkness.
Namine screamed when he suddenly disappeared. Only for his to reappear in an instant, he held out his hand to her.
"Will you follow into the darkness with me?" He asked his tone even and calm.
Namine only hesitated for a moment before taking his hand and walked off into the darkness with a Necromancer at her side.
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Next : Chapter Two: The Bride of the Necromancer