YOU HAVE BEEN REBORN AS A SPIRIT FLAME. 

FULL STATUS UNAVAILABLE UNTIL BODY FORMED.

CURRENT AVAILABLE STATUS: INCORPOREAL, UNDEAD, RITUAL COMPONENT

“Well fuck.” 

I really should have known that taking that crazy goddess’ deal would blow up in my face but the drawl of being a wizard was just too high. 

Alright spirit flame… not sure what that is. Type of ghost I’m guessing. Guess I'll be forming some type of body sooner or later. Incorporeal… makes sense with the spirit thing. Undead… little redundant with the whole spirit thing. Ritual component… that’s definitely not good.

“Great spirit from beyond the planes! I have summoned you from the great beyond to serve me! You have answered my call now, bind yourself to me! Together we shall create an army of the undead to destroy this pitiful kingdom and rule the world!”

Well I guess that explains the ritual component. Jackass over there wants me to bind myself. He’s definitely a bad guy. He’s even wearing a long black robe and has the hood all the way covering his face. Can he even see? I don’t think he can see. Sh-should I answer? He probably can’t even tell if i'm here or not. 

“That doesn’t work for me. maybe some other time. You seem like kind of a prick.” I yell, startling him.

Throwing back his hood, he yells “If you will not serve me willingly then I will just enslave you like any other undead!” The fanatical gleam in his eyes was scary but not really surprising. What really blew me away was how young this idiot was. He looked to be maybe sixteen tops.

I knew he couldn’t fucking see. Alright guess its murder time. Now what are my options? “Abilities”... “skills”... “spells”... fuck nothing. I guess I'm a spirit FLAME so do I just… run at him? 

While I’m trying to figure out how to attack my would-be-evil-overlord, he was charging up some kind of spell. Small green flames had gathered around his hands and he was chanting in some language that sounded like latin mixed with hebrew mixed with klingon.

“CURSE OF ENSLAVEMENT” He shouted at the top of his lungs forcing his hands forward in a dramatic gesture. A large hand made of green fire shot out heading directly for me. I realized that i had done absolutely nothing during this entire time other than yell out some basic gaming terms and make fun of him in my head. The hand moved much too fast for me to get out of the way and I had no other plan for how to get out of this.

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 Thankfully the giant hand passed right through me. Didn’t even hurt. Guess incorporeal means that curses don’t work on me. Finding this out shocked me but it really demoralized cloak boy. His spell seemed to have taken a lot out of him as though he’d lost a lot of blood. He just sorta stood there after it passed through me with a blank look on his face. I almost felt sorry for him. He was really relying on that to work.

Well guess it's my turn. Time to fuck up cloaky’s day. I thought as I rushed towards him. 

It's an odd experience being a spirit flame. My body feels just like it did when I was human and I run as if I was but I’m actually just a small blue fireball about six inches wide. Being six inches wide let me get right inside his fucking head though. Turns out that having spirit fire inside of your skull is bad for you. At least that's what i gathered by cloaky screaming at the top of his lungs and trying to rip his own eyes out to get me out of there.

It took a long time for him to die. Made me pretty sick as well but he didn’t seem like the kind of guy that should be shown mercy. I had killed a few people in my life. Went with the job. But I never took any pleasure in it. It's just sometimes needed. 

When he finally stopped screaming, he started to really burn. The fire that was me spread. Quickly turning him to ashes. Even burned the bones. However when he was finally incinerated the ash lifted up and spun around like a hurricane. Compressing into the core of my little flame. It was a very odd feeling process. The ash built up in my core and slowly over the course of about eight minutes took the shape of a black skull with my fire as the brain. As soon as the skull finished forming, my consciousness shifted. I became a skull and it no longer felt like I had a body anymore. It was terrible.

CONGRATULATIONS! YOU HAVE STARTED TO FORM A BODY

CURRENTLY CLASSIFIED AS: CURSING SKULL

FULL STATUS UNAVAILABLE UNTIL FORM IS FULLY CREATED

AS A CURSING SKULL YOU HAVE ACCESS TO A LIMITED STATUS

CURRENT AVAILABLE STATUS:

NAME: N/A

AGE: N/A

ABILITIES: HEX SORCERY, FORM BODY

MANA: LVL 1 (ROUNDED UP)

PHYSICAL: LVL 1 (ROUNDED UP)

MORE HIDDEN 

Well that really doesn't explain much. What the fuck is hex sorcery? Which version of sorcery does this world use? But as I thought that, I knew. Somewhere in me just knew exactly what I could do with hex sorcery.

Sorcery is natural spell casting. No chants, no formula, whatever magic I had would take care of that for me. As long as it dealt with hexes anyways. I also knew what Hex covered. It was not just debuffs and curses. I could do those too and was really only limited my mana and imagination. More complicated and effective I wanted the curse, the more mana it would take from me. However Hex wasn’t limited to curses, I could buff people with the same limitations. 

I’m a support character… fuck. I don’t even have a heal or anything though. Well maybe I could curse people with regeneration? Maybe? Well maybe, as I form more of my body, I’ll get more abilities. I’ll probably have to kill more people. I hope it's not one person per bone. That will take forever.