And thus, I was revived.
I opened my eyes and my foggy, blurry vision was greeted with a room made from stone.
Lining the walls were rows of bookshelves with a bright red magic array drawn on them.
Everything felt so new, like I hadn’t seen or felt anything before now. My slate had been wiped clean, like I hadn’t had a will or consciousness or even any intelligence until now. All these changes felt like how one would feel when they are awakened from a dream, except it was more vivid than a dream.
As if I had been brought back from the depths of the netherworld.
Or, as if I had been pulled out of eternal slumber.
Sense of sight, hearing and sll. My mind is overwheld by the astounding amount of information I receive through all of my five senses.
As the chaos reached a peak inside my head, I hear a hoarse voice directed at .
“Have you regained consciousness? How do you find yourself….Flesh Man?”
The voice felt like it was drilling right into my head. I looked to my side and I ca to the realization that I lay stretched out on an elevated platform of so kind.
The voice issued forth from an old man who had on a robe that looks like it was made from darkness itself. His face, ashen with countless wrinkles, strangely enough could not be easily written off as a result of a very long life. He had blazing dark eyes, and by no ans looked frail.
His feather-light body held a very twisted, deford and awfully repulsive staff in its hand.
I couldn’t grasp the reality I was faced with. I couldn’t make any sense of it. All I could do was cast a glance full of suspicion at the old man.
He continued as if it was a matter of course for to not make a satisfactory response.
“My na is Horus Carmon. One who defies mystery, a Mage and your Lord. Flesh Man! Bow before your Lord!”
The mont those words were uttered, the mont it pierced my eardrums, I felt a strange sensation run through my whole body.
My body began to move against my will. It raised itself off the platform with movents that were sluggish as that of a newborn baby. It twisted back and forth, and my knee bent the other way contrary to my will. Before I realized it, I had my head hanging down, with my eyes to the floor, kneeling in front of the Lord.
The sll of mold. Gray stone floor. Suddenly, it dawned upon .
Everything was so vividly reflected in my eyes as if it was the middle of the day, despite there being almost no light seeping into the room.
Sothing felt off. And with my sense of discomfort as the starting point, my mind started to slowly sort out all the information. My brain that was maxed out at processing all the new information it received from the environnt, also starting putting all my mories in order.
All of a sudden, my head was struck with a resounding clang. I could feel the impact but there was no pain accompanied.
No, it wasn’t just that. I couldn’t feel the “usual” throbbing of my heart. Or the usual ache in my head that felt like my brain was being stirred by several tiny daggers. The very pain that was impervious to any kind of analgesic was also gone. Nor did I feel what made it seem like my insides were rotting, lting and being weighed down. The mind that had beco clouded under the torture of the never-ending agony, felt lucid and sharp like a polished new knife.
As strange as it may sound, at that mont, for the first ti ever, I felt normal.
Also, at that very mont, I understood what it felt like to be human.
As I was completely lost in a daze at the thoroughly unforeseen events unfolding before , Lord Horus’ voice pulled out of my reverie.
“Flesh Man! My slave! The one who returned from depths of perdition! I shall now bestow a na upon you, you naless bastard!”
….naless bastard.
That’s not right. I did have a na. The na my parents gave when I was born. Although it has been a while since anyone has called by it.
But, I stop short of uttering it.
It was a gut feeling. I had a feeling that I shouldn’t do that just right now.
Perhaps it was a bad habit that stemd from the useless, pessimistic life that I lived before. I held my silence and the Lord bestowed a na upon .
“You will be called “End”. End as in the one whose life has ended. I used necromancy to breathe transient life into you.”
Transient life.
Necromancy.
Even soone like , who had had no sort of normalcy in life, who had never even been properly schooled, knew that the man in front of , was a repulsive Dark Mage. A Dark Mage capable of manipulating the dead.
I replayed everything that just happened.
And, I understood it. I understood everything. Combining my mories along with the words directed at , I’m sure anyone would be able to make sense of the situation.
That, I am dead. And, the man now before , used the power of dark magic to revive from the dead.
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