Zero: I got the Idea to make this after reading the Life of Blood, and its attempt to both explain the ideals that embody the class and convey them to the reader. Believe It or not the Second Class I made In Dungeon Fighter Online was a Necromancer although I never got to max her level, Playing through the story, for those of you who bother to read it, really made me acknowledge the sacrifices a Necromancer must endure. Anyways here's what happens when I write about a mysterious Origin and Dark destiny.
Necromancer's Creed
Not be, but be,
What is there, over there?
There is nothing.
I was born at the bottom of a pit where no light shone, As if pressed together by the darkness.
Uncertain of my origin,
As if born under those dark, dark sediments.
I had a Amaranth Pink Aura,
But all those around me were without Color.
In those dark forms eyes shining (Rogues) and weapons drawn as if preparing to attack
And then...
They surrounded me in great numbers and in fear, fear of what i had become.
Whether they wanted to destroy me or become as me, i cannot recall
I Just remember an overwhelming sadness consuming my heart.
Soon they were no more, a crimson warm substance dropping from my Blade.
And I had nothing, nothing except for him (Nicholas Rapport).
Then on, I felt nothing.
No rather,
it was possible what I felt was a void yet,
I could hear nothing.
I could bite nothing.
I could smell nothing.
I felt nothing as I touch.
I could not rest.
I had but one true companion.
Just walking, for such a long time.
Walking, Walking, Walking.
Until Destiny called for me.
When I found something extraordinary.
It felt as though it was the Origin of the darkness within me, a window to the depths of Oblivion
It was the first time my eyes had been captured.
This place had no color,
No sound,
No scent,
Does not interact with anything.
And its ruler, A Great King surrounded by aura of inescapable despair
It was the most magnificent thing I had ever laid eyes on.
I gave my body and soul to that Great Ruler,
To that Divine Deity,
Abandoning the only thing I valued.
My freedom was forfeit.
As i dissolved into his being
It felt as if everything had disappeared
Was this happiness?
Oh mighty Vallacre, My King,
I call upon you!
The Ultimate Slaughterer of Injustice
It is you who truly liberates the Dark Elves from oppression
Hear this calling from your humble servant!
Through this lowly form,
Unleash your true majesty upon this world!
I am but an instrument of your awesome embrace!
Arise from your dank, shallow grave, and possess this body again!
I am but a shell.
I am Nothingness.