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Gasp
Cold stank air once again filtered in to the lungs of Morgan Blackflame.
IT was very hard to take a single breath. It was if her body no longer
wished to live. Morgan slowly began to open her eyes. The light in the
room, though very little, beckoned to her to keep her eyes close.
But she eventually opened them. She was in a room, no a temple or great
hall. She could not see the ceiling.
Then the stench hit her. She recognized it right off. It was the smell of
rotting flesh. Morgan then saw the body to her right. IT appeared to be a
male body. IT was crucified up side down. But there was more than that.
All of the flesh was missing. The body was all muscle and blood. Lots of
blood. Morgan then tried to sit up.
CRACK
Morgan was shocked to see one of her ribs splinter out her side. But what
startled her the most was that she felt no pain. She then also realized
that she had no clothing on her. To Morgan's horror she also noticed
something else.
A maggot was coming out of her breast. Her flesh was barely hanging on to
her body. Her skin was a dark gray and her hair was falling out. Her
beauty was no more.
She tried to cry, but no tears came, for there were no true eyes anymore.
Morgan looked about the room. There were four other crucifixes around her.
Forming the points of a pentagram. The other corpses were also stripped of
flesh.
Morgan began to wonder. *Is this my tomb? Why has my beloved and master
not raised me. By the looks of things I have been here a long time, a very
long time.*
Morgan then stood up from the obsidian altar. She began to slowly walk
towards the entrance to the room. There was a large wooden door. As Morgan
approached the door, it began to open.
"I don't know what all the fuss is about. Yeah She was the head
priestess in her day, but she is dead now. Why do we have to keep pouring
virgin blood on her..."
"Because Master Malevolence has decreed it. He said that the spell
holding her is strong and that this is the only way. Now off to your
duties child!"
Morgan watched as a fair young, blond headed woman entered the room.
"AHHHHHH", screamed the woman before she fainted.
The door flung open and a dark robed man walked in. "Lady Morgan, you
have awakened! But you are not healed or whole."
Morgan then realized the man was staring at her chest. She looked down to
see that a gapping hole was in her and there was no heart. Morgan then
vagly remembered being shot in the chest by a necromancer. She knew he was
a necromancer but could not recall a name.
Morgan then began to feel uncontrollably hungry. She saw the woman on the
ground and made a beeline for her. Morgan knelt beside the woman. She went
to lick her lips but her tongue fell out of her mouth. It landed on the
woman's face and worms began to crawl out of it.
GASP went the man. For he saw what Morgan did not know was happening. He
saw to fangs grow in Morgan's mouth as she instinctively knelt over the
woman. He slowly began to back away.
Morgan bit down on the woman's bosom with all her might. She felt the
blood spray into her mouth. She hungered for it, she wanted more, she
needed more. She began to bite down harder on the woman's breast. Morgan
felt life flowing into her...
The man stood in horror. He saw the flesh of his student turn darker and
sink into the body like a drained corpse. But he also saw new flesh appear
on Morgan. Blood began to flow through her body. Her hair grew back out,
but it turned blond. Then in horror he realized that Morgan was changing
places with his student.
Morgan then stood up. She looked over her new body. IT was more beautiful
than before. Her body curved in all the right places. She looked up at the
man. "Fetch me some cloths before I strip the flesh from your
body!"
The man ran out of the room in a flash
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"What has happened to me Garroc? And what year is it? For the last
time I saw you, you were but a child in the church."
"Master Malevolence said that he knew a ritual that would raise you.
However you would not be the same. Your heart was destroyed be the
Necromancer. The ritual would corrupt your body to that of a demon's. You
will crave blood like a vampire but the sun will not harm you. And of
course you cannot be staked for you have no heart. Your skin will be like
ice except unto those of your blood and the Master. And you have the
ability to take the form off those you devour."
"But I am no longer truly alive anymore either?"
"Nor will you be until you retrieve you heart, which the necromancer
stole."
"Very well. So it shall be."
Morgan then turned eye West towards the country of Feldar. "Reign of
terror shall begin a new. I will find the Master and join him by his side
and find my revenge!"
And Morgan began to walk out of the small temple hidden in the Black
Forrest of Torment...
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