In a dark city filled with death and foul unearthly magics, Necra Mazoul. There stood a large spire of bone and black stone. Below this spire was a huge dungeon covered with magic circles and glyphs that pulsated in power. At the center of the room was a large red crystal shaped like a sphere, with grooves chiseled inside made to look like an iris.
A robed figure was meticulously scribbling a magic circle around the large red orb, the undead rat lich dennis (hopefully no longer one after this). He was a short ratman with black fur and red eyes, dressed in the finest robe of purple and gold stolen from a notably wealthy merchant in the overlands. He was, as the human beastman enthusiast called, a furry rat boy.
Preposterous! He was a rat man not a boy.
He placed gems around the circle, each a hundred souls. Sure it would’ve been easier to use beastman souls, but he just couldn’t do it. Despite practicing the dark arts, he still had a soft spot for his kin. Also the humans he slaughtered were racist, capitalist, and fascist scum (paladins, politicians, and law enforcement).
“You wont succeed lich!” A bound man dressed in royal blue armor said inside a pulsing dark metal cage. He was using the loud man as a power source. He captured the guy sneaking around and planning some shenanigans.
“Quiet you!” He zapped the man making him pass out. He should sedate this guy and put him in that new cell he was done making.
After placing the last of the gems, the spells littering the area activated.
“O Stacy, great goddess of darkness, queen of death, your apostle requests for your audience. I have brought sacrifices for ascension.”
He prostrated himself as a sign of worship.
The red eye glowed and focused a beam of light in front of Dennis as an image of the goddess appeared before him. A gray furred rat woman with milky white eyes faced him. She had a crown of finger bones, a robe of spiders silk, and wielded a gnarled black staff.
She grinned and place a hand on Dennis.
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“Dennypoo! I’m so glad to see you. Did you prepare everything needed?” The nigh-omnipotent being patted him on the head calling him a good boy. The goddess gave him a a sugar cube which he promptly ate off of her hand.
“Yes great goddess.” He took out and opened a chest containing a vial of dragons blood and a feather of an angel. He knelt and offered it to the goddess.
“That’s wonderful rattycakes!” The goddess touched the box and glyphs spread around the area. The offerings and the ensouled gems burned into a fine ash that encircled Dennis giving him a halo of gray.
“Well, no use dilly dallying.” She touched his forehead as arcs of black lightning zapped him making him spasm in the floor.
He never felt this much pain before. He though he’d be immune to it ever since dulling his nerves with magic, but this felt like it burned something more. It felt like it was burning marks in his very soul. He foamed in the mouth and gripped his throat as if he was going to perish at any moment. Then a jolt of energy slammed into him and his undead heart stopped, then slowly moved as if filled with new lifeblood. He was slowly becoming alive again, becoming a living lich. He was losing his undead trait.
The goddess then touched the big red orb. It shook and screamed as if it was alive. It cracked and shattered while shrinking as if it was compressed by forces greater than the weight of mountains. What resulted from the violent implosion was a small dark red gem that looked like an eye. It floated on top of Dennis, then plunged right inside his skull.
His body writhed and convulsed as light drained from the room and coalesced inside him. Then his heart started to beat faster. Dennis breathed heavily, feeling the pin pricks of restarting nerves and quenched blood vessels. He felt untold power within him, power that sparked and burned endlessly. He opened his eyes to see the goddess smiling.
“Congratulations dennybean you’re a not an undead anymore!” She proceeded to give him a big hug until a loud whining sound came from her staff. It crackled and pulsed uttering the following words that sounded like it came from another woman. Only much more annoyed and laced with fury.
“Where have you been? We were in the middle of our honeymoon and surprise, surprise my wife suddenly disappears out of nowhere. I thought you promised me you weren’t going to focus on your work when we’re on vacation!”
“I-I’m sorry my love, It’s just that my follower had a big milestone an-“
“NO BUTS! IT’S EITHER YOU COME BACK NOW OR YOU’RE NOT SLEEPING IN OUR BED FOR A MONTH!”
The goddess looked panicked before fidgeting with raw magic.
“goodbyedennisIhopeyoudogreatthingsi’lltalktoyouagainbyebye” She said before phasing out of the realm.
Dennis was stunned for a moment before smelling feces. He had actually emptied his bowels when he underwent the ritual, and he just had to do so in his favorite robe no less.
“Aww man.” He said as he looked at his robe stained with blood, piss, and shit.