The Shadow Goddess whispered the names of the Dead for protection. Her breathing came out in loud, harsh pants as she struggled to draw in breath. They were coming for her. She knew she had to finish the spell to save the future on, the last Daughter of Anubis. The Daughter would be the only one to master the sacred art of necromancy. Unless the Goddess failed to finish.
She could smell the Necroses. It was an awful, putrid stench that could kill a normal mortal in an instant. Time was running out.
"My Lord, Anubis, please buy me some time! I'm almost finished," she cried out.
She dipped her reed into the growing pile of her blood again. She brought it down on the papyrus paper, her fingers moving quickly as she wrote down the spell to destroy the Necrosis, her creation. They would feed on souls of others until destroyed, and only the Shadow God and Goddess could destroy them.
Her lip trembled at the thought of the Shadow God, now one of the Dead. Had he not been so foolish, he wouldn't have had to be killed. If they both had known the danger of their magic, they wouldn't have created the Necrosis!
The Necroses scratched at the door behind her. Any second now, and they would have her. She added her name and the Shadow God's name to the paper. They were now the Dead, along with the original Shadow God and Goddess Ezraziel and Rammelet.
She concealed the script with her spirit mists and had it hidden away. She turned as the Necroses burst inside of the room and devoured her soul.