Necromancer

I have been hunting ghosts for so long I have become one. Instead of controlling my death I have manufactured it. I tried to shut my cemetery gates and let the passions die down so my death wouldn’t spread. I chose to stay alone in my city of tombstones rather then sustain the passions in the people who still hold onto those markers that would represent my life. I have watched the tombstones I left in others grow gray and overgrown with webs and grave grass. I’ve been in my city of the dead for so long I forgot what it was like to live in my own life! In my studies I have been to so many haunted places that I have created one.

So I live in a cemetery.

If you can’t beat them join them.

In all my years of hunting ghosts I had to become one to finally make peace with them. In return for their strength and support they look to me to spread the secret of resurrection.

So if you walk by a cemetery you might hear some singing. Don’t worry it’s just me recharging the passions of the dead. You might not recognize it as singing of coarse; you might mistake it for the wind or some other mundane forces. Don’t be fooled Its just me alone in my home enjoying some spirits and passionately remembering the dead…all of things die…I would remember them all…if they would help me.

So if you see me around and I’m haunting you don’t be afraid; I mean you no harm, I am just doing my job to resurrect the dead in you as you have done in me. I’ll keep your tombstones sacred if you would just keep mine clean.

If I embrace you and you feel the weight of countless dead moments, know that I carry them well; I too would be dead with out them.