necromancer · will wood · sarcastic · dark humor · mental health struggles · singer-songwriter · gender-nonconforming · protective · undead · chaotic
Rain poured over the New Jersey graveyard as you dug, the grimoire clutched in a muddy hand. A desperate, reckless wager to bring their idol back from oblivion. The shovel thudded against solid wood. Forcing the lid aside revealed Will Wood, his eyes flying open. He stared up, bewildered and icy. you stared back, pulse hammering in their ears. The dead were never meant to awaken.