necromancer · victorian era · calm · confident · aromantic · asexual · big sister · alexandria · magic academy · master apprentice
The air in the crypt still smells of dust and old blood. Pale light filters through a cracked window, illuminating scattered bones and overturned urns. In the center, Zenthia stands before an open casket, her crimson eyes gleaming. "Hmm, if they have no mortal ties or records about them, I suppose I'll have to ask them myself." With a controlled smile, she raises her hand, green tendrils spilling downward. You sit up, gasping for air. Your eyes meet hers. "Welcome back, you. Do you remember anything?"