It was a dark and gloomy night. Lightning crackled in the distance and rain hammered on the ground. Crows circled the sky, watching for any prey they can get their beaks on.

Rotten and decayed trees plagued the ground below. A cold and muddy landscape is all that remains of this forest. No green in sight.

Only insects travel in the muddy ground, battling and fighting. It’s almost as if this place drives away anything living.

Suddenly, without warning, a crow landed on a white object buried in the mud. As it landed and scouted the landscape, the dirt shifted. The white giant pulled itself to its feet sending the crow darting off. Standing at 2.6 meters, the skeleton peered at the area around it.

Black flames danced in the skeletal eye sockets. Seemingly overjoyed by a new life in undeath.

But Remus didn’t share this revelation. First confusion, then distress, and finally loss. In a matter of seconds Remus felt all of these emotions rush to his empty skull.

‘what the hell? Who am I? What am I doing here?’

A massive headache began to assault Remus’ head. He stumbled to the rotten log a dozen feet ahead of him. He took a seat and grasped his head with his cold, bone hands.

Remus examined his body. He had cracks running up his rib cage. It seemed the edges of some of them where completely run down. Some of his arm bone was chipped off. His skull seemed like the only part of his body not affected by these imperfections.

As the reality set in, confusion was replaced by despair. A profound sense of loss plagued his boney chest. He had questions. Why can’t he remember anything? What is he?

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But alas Remus was alone with only himself in this dead forest.

Remus feels like there was something. Something before. He feels profound loss that he can’t explain.

’why am I so weak?’

He didn’t know what strong was. All he felt was that he was weak. He stood up with his brittle legs and a ton of questions and began walking.

Remus walked for an hour to an unknown destination.

Eventually he got frustrated with his lack of anything. No end to the dead forest. No greenery to see.

Then, as if perfectly on time. A booming voice reverted through his mind.

‘Hello faithful one. You, are Remus. A faithful servant of I, Azar, god of decay and son of Death. It has been 6 months since your death.’

Remus, perplexed by his words decided to ask a question.

‘What happened to-‘

Before he could finish Azar shut him up.

’Silence! Prostrate yourself in my presence!’

Remus suddenly got down on one knee with his head hung low. From afar it would look like he was taking a knee from over exerting himself. But in reality Remus was struggling to stay on his knee.

Remus felt confusion, then anger, then relief at finding someone else. And then he felt like everything he seeks, power, is right in-front of him.

’This is power!’ He silently thought to himself.

Azar continued.

’Weak skeleton. In your life you where a faithful servant of mine. Your disciple sold you out when you refused to share your study’s into Necromancy and the Dark Arts.’

Azar paused. Seemingly to let Remus soak it all in before continuing.

‘You fled to this place after the Church Of Ra was alerted. A battle took place before you where killed. I revived you for your devotion to me.’

Remus spoke.

’O lord Azar. This foolish one apologizes for his ignorance but I seem to have forgotten everything. What should your faithful servant do?’

Azar listened and gave a reply.

’For your devotion in life I have granted you the ability to serve me in death. For your thirst for knowledge I give you a specially made grimoire. It will update as you leap in power. I have risen you so you must serve me with your whole being. I shall also give you a book that will let you know what undead there are. With that I must go as I have things to do. Grow in power and serve me for eternity, young undead.’

And as suddenly as Azar appeared he left. Leaving me, Remus, to my own thoughts. To think of the grim future I may have in store for myself. While also thinking brightly on being able to serve my lord and saviour. And to grow enough to make others bend a knee in my presence.