POV - Sven Deegen (MC)
Contrary to my belief, when I died I didn't move on to heaven or hell. I ended up floating above my body watching as my sister and mother mourned for my death. Sadly my dad was to busy to come to my funeral so it was just my mother and sister. The strange thing is that when my body was buried it pulled in my soul trapping me underground in my rotting corpse. There was nowhere to go, nothing to do, and nobody to talk to. So I spent my free time doing to only thing that I knew I could do without moving. I practiced my evil speeches inside my head.
As time slowly went by I started to talk to myself and the darkness around me. Sometimes I wonder how long I have been down here. Over time my skin and meat slowly faded leaving only bone. All I am now is a pile of bones that slowly perfect's its speech in its thoughts into the perfect way to sound evil. I wonder why I keep practicing even though I wont be able to talk to anybody anymore. My guess is that it is something to keep me sane down here. I have been looking into this darkness for years so I am probably not sane anymore but I still try to keep my mind occupied so I don't lose anymore of myself.
'AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH WHAT THE FUCK!' Unbelievable pain shoots through my head as everything goes pitch white. Going from pitch black with no light to pitch white in a room full of light it hurts. It is so painful that I almost wish i never left the comfertable blackness but that was before I heard a voice!
"Welcome, we made a little mistake so you didn't reincarnate right away our bad!" Said a sweet female voice. 'I AM NOT ALONE! how long has it been since somebody has talked to me? What should I say? Where is she anyway? Did i finally go insane?' as my thoughts run through my head I look around as much as I can to find the voice. I long to have company to not be alone anymore! When I turn around there she is standing there looking at me with a smile on her face.
She stands at around 5'6 with long blond hair, pure azure blue eyes, pure white skin like fresh snow, luscious curves and attractive assets. 'She is more trouble then she is worth' I shake my head sadly. Seemingly when she waves her hand in front of my face I realize I haven't said anything this whole time and just have been staring at her. 'shit now its awkward what do i say?'
"Hello? you in there Mr. Skeleton?" She asks with a worried look on her face. 'Well first of all lets introduce myself since being called Mr. Skeleton sounds lame'.
I reach my hand out to give her a handshake as I open my mouth to say "kek keek kek kk kek keeeek". When I tried to talk I realized I am nothing but bones... I cant form words! I let a sigh escape from my metaphorical lips as she puts hits her palm with the side of her fist as if she got an idea.
"My name is the Goddess of Love and I am here to represent the Gods. Sorry about trying to make you talk I forgot your undead." she says with a smile on her face again as she shakes my hand. Shaking her hand made me notice that somehow I can move around without tendons or muscles. Not only can I move but I can also feel how soft her hand is as I let out another sigh. 'They just had to send the Goddess of Love didn't they!? Am I supposed to not get mad or something just because she is beautiful and loving?'
"We where supposed to reincarnate you into a new world as soon as you died but your sister has innate magic which held your soul in your world. Since nobody was paying much attention you ended up spending ten years trapped in your body." The Love Goddess gave me an apologetic look.
"But if you forgive us we will give you an apologetic gift letting you keep your memories as well as choose any race you want from your new world which is filled with magic and monsters! Maybe you can be a famous adventurer or a hero." the Goddess blushes a little and looks away from my skull. "I can even throw in a kiss to the cheek if you forgive us..." she whispered softly.
'how am I supposed to answer since I cant talk? I really want to keep my memories but the rest is kind of unnecessary' I sigh and nod my head trying to answer the only way I know how.
The goddess smiled brightly giving me a peck on the cheek before she waves at me. "He-he thank you for being understanding have a good life in your new world."
The lights went out plunging me back into pitch blackness with nothing but my thoughts. 'huh? wasn't I supposed to be born into a new world? what happened to the part about choosing my own race? Fuck me!'. As I laid there I heard a voice in my head.
'ops I forgot I could use telepathy to ask you stuff so you could answer... it is to late to ask you what race you want to be so you are going to be born as a skeleton dredge as compensation I can offer you a non-magical item? So what do you say?' the voice in my head said who I now believe is the Goddess of Love who seems a but ditzy. 'If I am going to be a skeleton at least make me different from the other ones I wanna stand out being scary or evil looking! Also for my item can it be a mask and cloak instead its more frightening then a skeleton with a sword more so if skeletons are common in the world.'
'Well I cant change much all I can give you is a change of color and let you design your mask and cloak... is that okay?' she asks. While she meekly tell me what I am allowed, a 3D image of a skeleton with white bones shows up along with a mask and a hooded cloak. First I turned the cloak pure black though sadly I couldn't make the inside have stars in it like the night sky. So a pure black cloak with blood splatter pattern on the outside will have to do for now, i will get the night sky pattern on the inside latter. Yes it is important because it will make me look bad ass! Next I worked on the mask turning it pure black with the mouth made of stitches and made sure it was smiling. Then I made it blood red around the eyes with four lines down the face to make it look like I cry blood. I added more stitches here and there adding more detail and try to make it as creepy as possible before fixing it onto my face by chipping my skull and permanently putting it in place on the 3D image. The next problem was that my bones where white and stood out way to much drastically lowering my awesome/fear factor. I change the bone color to the color of blood a nice dark crimson color after which I felt satisfied with my now pure evil looking form.
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'Okay I am done how is this miss Goddess? Can I be born now?' I ask in my head waiting for a reply at which never comes. I let out a deep sigh and move my hand up to my face to rub my temples only to notice I now have a mask on my face. 'Do not tell me I was already born in this world I just didn't realize it?'. I reach my hand out thinking maybe I am just blind. As my hand hits the ceiling which is perfectly a arms length away I push on it a little and surprisingly my hand sinks into it a little.
I give my self a mental slap as I realize I am buried in the ground, most like a grave. Where did I think I would be born if not from a grave? As I claw at the roof of my grave I slowly make progress enough for me to be able to sit up as I hope I am close to the surface. My hand finally breaks the surface and I climb out of my grave to find myself standing in a foggy graveyard.
In most games skeletons are low level undead who are only a threat in large groups. This is very bad news for me since as I look around I am the only undead in this graveyard. 'why am I always alone? lets just hope some of them are stuck and need a little longer to dig themselves out'. In the meantime as I wait for my brethren I decided to look for a cave or something where I can hide. I decided I couldn't stay here in case somebody came to pay respects to the dead, so on my way to look for a new home I stumbled across a man in a red cloak wielding a staff made of bones with black jewels in the eyes of the skull resting on the top of the staff.
The creepy guy in the cloak is facing away from me chanting something as he raises his bone staff up in the air. There is no doubt in my mind that this guy has to be an evil necromancer of some kind. Since he is going to raise up some fellow undead I might as well wait for him to finish his spell and maybe I can even get him to teach me some magic! Waiting i sit down against a nearby grave and watch the cloaked man chant as he cuts his wrists and lets his blood run down the staff. I hope you don't need blood for necromancy or I will never be able to do it.
"klenkenka krenklek kod klesk krenk knne ekkt klekke khikhka" The cloak man chants as I listen with nothing better to do. But to my surprise I unexpectedly hear a sound and something pops up in front of my face.
Do to your race you have learned 'Language of the Undead'
"In darkness and death, may your life not rest, rise once again to tread, Oh army of the undead!" the cloaked figure yells out before slamming his staff onto the ground. My thoughts are still on the magic box in front of my face. I try to touch it but my hand goes right through it and slowly it fades away. I am glad I can now talk with others of my kind but I wonder how that living necromancer knows the language of undead? I watch the massive amounts of undead raise from their graves and look around confused just like I did at first. I wonder who I should befriend since there are to many for me to befriend them all I should pick out the ones that are different from others and be in the group of misfits since I am different then the others.
As I started walking through the massive group of undead the necromancer starts loudly yelling trying to keep the undead from talking. "Quite you bag of bones! I am your master so line up, shut up, and let me take a look at you! I only need the stronger skeleton dredges to join my arm the rest of you will go attack a nearby village for me as a distraction and if you survive i might let you join... NOW LINE UP GOD DAMMIT!"
I have no plans to be some dumb necromancers minion so I will just make sure I get put in the team to attack the village then I can take control of the group and have them be my minions! But first i need to learn at least a way to raise other undead first or me and my group wont last long without a necromancer.
I stand in line at the end and look around while I wait for the necromancer to slit use all up into four groups. As I understand it he is splitting us into the those with swords, those with staves, those with bows, and those he thinks are useless trash. It is going take him awhile to get to me so I guess I will take a nap while I stand here. I cut my consciousness off and slowly drift into a black void that I assume is how I sleep.