A pretty girl with long honey-brown hair. With large eyes twinkling like stars. And with a cruel smile which had overturned everything inside the necromancer. As if someone had ripped his stomach open, tearing out his bowels with a jagged knife.
Her face transformed. Now there was a pale man who had grown grey before his time. He was quite young but had wrinkles under his dark green eyes. The man glared hatred and contempt at Reive, and it was this glare that moved Reive to murder.
The necromancer raised his eyes, driving the delusions away and trying to return to reality. But completely unexpectedly, the nightmare became reality. The grey-headed man didn’t disappear. He was sitting on the brushwood beside Angelina with a ghastly smile. The girl didn’t notice him.
“What, you didn’t expect to meet an old friend of yours?” Ulfricus said calmly, his dead green eyes burning into Reive.
“I killed you,” the necromancer answered scarcely audibly, clenching his teeth.
The ghost grinned repulsively.
“What’s wrong?” the girl asked, frowning. Reive wasn’t looking at her. All his attention was fixed on his enemy, on his old friend sitting alongside.
“You’re dead,” Reive pronounced this with only his lips.
“You too, but does that matter?” Ulfricus said, savoring each word and grinning.
Reive shuddered. But the next moment, he lowered his head sharply. The girl’s small hand lay on his clenched fist. It was white, contrasting with his dark skin. Burning hot.
A pulse throbbed in his temples.
The necromancer looked again at his grey-haired enemy, but he had vanished into thin air, as if he imagined the whole thing.
“Are you all right?” Angelina asked quietly, looking at him with wide-open eyes.
She was so close to him that he felt her breath. Faintly. But suddenly, he wanted terribly to feel it more.
The faint sweet odor of the girl began to seep somewhere deep into him. To excite something dark and hungry inside him, awakening the wild animal. Painting vague images in his mind and throwing out all his morose thoughts quickly and easily.
Little one...
Her soft, half-open lips, over which he so much wanted to run his tongue. To penetrate inside them. And to tip the girl over onto her back. To feel her hot languishing body under him. To roar, biting her vulgar wet mouth while she pressed her legs over his thighs and moaned his name in a low voice.
Reive seized the girl’s wrist and pulled her sharply towards him. Angelina screamed and fell onto him, for one short moment finding herself on top of him.
“What are you?” she only managed to say.
She didn’t have time to say anything more.
Reive hadn’t had a woman for so many years.
Without raising her eyes to him, she continued, “My name’s Angelina Vallebour. I grew up in the family of a potter, Ilona Vallebour, in the province of Arc. But the woman who replaced my mother wasn’t my real mother. I knew that from childhood, but it wasn’t done to talk about it, even to this day. My real mother gave me to Ilona. And every month, she paid her large sums of money, so I would need for nothing. I shouldn’t have known who my parents were. But one day, I overheard the truth.” The girl paused. Then, she shot a nervous hunted glance at the necromancer. Reive stiffened feeling how the young graduate’s voice held his attention. It wouldn’t let him go. It forced him to keep listening to her story. “So, my real mother turned out to be a very influential woman. Duchess Myria Clarian Castro-Arcs. The owner and sovereign of the whole province of the Arc. The sister of His Majesty the King. She concealed my birth because I’m a child born out of wedlock.”
He’d began acting weird, as if his sight had suddenly unfocused. Then, his face reflected deep despair. I wanted to touch it and run my finger over the slightly down-turned corners of his eyes until his confident mocking expression returned, with the light predatory gleam in its very depth.I didn’t know what came over me but I raised my hand and touched his palm. It was so smooth and hot... For just a moment, an unjustified irrational anxiety exploded in my breast. Then, through the nerves on the tips of my fingers, little lightning bolts began to spark. The longer I didn’t pulling my hand away, the stronger this strange sparkling tension grew between us.Nevertheless, I could be satisfied with my action. The confusion and the oppressive misunderstanding disappeared from the man’s eyes. Now, his eyes were flaming. He was looking only at me. It seemed that it was about to burn me to ashes.No one had ever looked at me like that before. An
“Sure,” Reive nodded calmly, gesturing to the monster. “Put it here and go out. Wait outside and guard the entrance. And don’t you try to stick your nose in here. See how you’re scaring the lady!” The necromancer gestured with his hand and the horrid scream-producing zombie gave me a nod. A cold wave ran down my spine. For a second, a blood-red flame flashed in his eye sockets. Then, everything became as it was before. It occurred to me that this zombie was very lucky: he still had his eyeballs. Now they were yellow-grey, with black pupils. From a distance, they might seem quite normal. If they didn’t flash with such a hungry red light, of course. I desperately wanted to huddle against Reive. To seize his hand, to hide behind his back which didn’t shudder like mine from each movement of the zombie. Then, I realized: a man who could raise the undead was much more dangerous than the undead he raised. I shifted my gaze to
What’s happened?” the girl asked anxiously.The necromancer clenched his teeth. It seemed like he was going crazy.Was this a side effect of being raised from the dead? Or was it because of the damned locusts who’d been finishing him off for seven hundred years?“It’s okay. I just remembered something unpleasant,” he said, scarcely hearing himself. His gaze was focused a little to the left of the girl – to the place where once again his old enemy was standing. Damn Ulfricus Ayris, smiling repulsively.Yet, Angelina obviously didn’t see anyone.Reive slowly closed his eyes, mentally ordering the spirit to get lost. To the place ordained for traitors.“And where is the place for people like you, Reivy?” the ghost smirked.The necromancer opened his eyes, but that asshole Ulfricus didn’t disappear. Inste
The remains of the fire glowed drearily before my eyes. The sun was going down, and I was no longer thinking that I had spent the whole day with a stranger who was really strange. That I had almost slept with him in a bear’s lair. That I had almost died from a seizure. And now, I’m watching the dying embers with him in the company of an undead called Zomzom.For the first time in a long while, I was feeling calm and comfortable. Even though everything should have been the other way round, I felt good. I had already told Reive the history of my own birth. I told him something that no one else had ever heard from me during the five years I studied at the Academy. During my whole life! So, there was no point in holding back from telling what will happen.“In a month, there will be a royal wedding,” I uttered gloomily. “My birth father has found a new fiancée. And now, all the rich and high-born people are gathering in the
“It just can’t be,” I gasped, looking into the mocking dark-brown eyes. “The descendant of the very King of the Dead? Can I touch you?”I carefully put my hand on his knee.What was going on in my head? Something like “there’s a great necromancer’s blood in his veins! I’m touching a legend!”In fact, everything looked rather strange. Reive stiffened, and then he glanced sideways and said with a fixed smile:“Angel, you do remember I’ve got nothing on underneath this coat, don’t you?”I started back in fright, biting my lips nervously. True, he didn’t have anything...Oh, the Dark!The next moment, the necromancer shrieked with laughter. And it seemed to me that I blushed even more.“Don’t worry,” he added with a slightly guilty smile. “That I’m sitting here half-naked is my fault, not yours. So, I’m sorr
“Who’s shy here? You know what this jacket was like? Everyone dreamed of having such a thing! Ah, what do you know anyway?”Reive gave a wave of his hand and huffed angrily. It seemed to me I hadn’t had such fun for a long time.For some time, we just looked silently at each other, and I was even managing to get used to Zomzom’s silent presence. By the way, I began to like his name more and more as if no other name could suit the undead.“Reive, aren’t you going to... kill the zombie?” I said thoughtfully.The undead shifted his scary but altogether too clever gaze to the necromancer.“No way.”The dead eyes flashed red then went dull.“I’ll need a servant and a porter soon,” he continued. “And to expend my energy on raising someone else is...”“To expend your energy on raising the dead?” I snorted. “In such a situa
“Yeah, it’s a tradition.”Now, I shook my head, “What for?”I really didn’t understand this.“Necromancy’s absolutely useless nowadays. Well, you can raise the dead. But who needs that now?”I tried to spread my hands in a gesture of incomprehension, but suddenly, the ring fell through my fingers and dropped down to the bottom of the pond, lost between the thick water plants.“Oh, no!” I exclaimed. “I’m so sorry!” I was about to go into the water when the necromancer stopped me.“Wait, there’s nothing to panic about,” he said calmly, turning to me. “Except that you think necromancers are useless.”Unexpectedly, he frowned. I wouldn’t have thought that the loss of the family ring would distress him less than my opinion about the twilight science.“But really isn’t it so? What use to the wor