The Necromancer’s Sacrifice

I never believed in ghosts or the supernatural. To me, they were nothing more than tales told in the dark, meant to frighten children and entertain adults. That was until I met her – Lilith, the mysterious woman with a penchant for darkness.

It all began innocently enough, as most horror stories do. I was a single father, raising my two children, Sarah and Michael, in a small town plagued by rumors of witchcraft and strange happenings. The townspeople would whisper behind closed doors about Lilith, a rumored necromancer who lived on the outskirts of town.

But I paid no mind to those stories. I focused on providing a loving home for my children, shielding them from the horrors of the world outside. Sarah, my oldest at twelve, had a vibrant imagination and a love for all things macabre. Michael, just eight years old, was more pragmatic but had an insatiable curiosity about the unknown.

One fateful day, as Sarah and Michael explored the woods near our home, they stumbled upon an ancient burial ground. The graves were weathered and overgrown with moss, a haunting reminder of lives long gone. Oblivious to the danger that lurked beneath their feet, they ventured further into the forbidden terrain.

That night, as I tucked them into bed, Sarah seemed distant and unusually quiet. I asked her what was wrong, but she dismissed it as just being tired from their day of adventure. Little did I know that something sinister had taken hold of her.

Over the next few days, Sarah’s behavior grew increasingly erratic. She would lock herself in her room for hours on end, emerging only to stare blankly into space or utter cryptic phrases about the dead speaking to her. Frustration and fear gripped my heart as I watched my once-vibrant daughter fade away before my eyes.

Desperate for answers, I turned to the only person who might have insight into what was happening – Lilith. I found her cottage on the outskirts of town, nestled between twisted trees and shrouded in an eerie silence. The air felt heavy with a foreboding presence as I knocked on her door.

Lilith opened the door with a knowing smile, her eyes gleaming with a darkness that sent chills down my spine. She invited me inside, her voice as alluring as it was unsettling. The walls of her cottage were adorned with strange symbols and dusty books, the scent of age and decay filling the air.

As we sat across from each other, Lilith revealed her true nature. She was indeed a necromancer, well-versed in the art of communing with the dead. I pleaded with her to help my daughter, to rid her of whatever dark force had taken hold. Lilith agreed, but warned me of the consequences.

The following night, under the cover of darkness, Lilith performed a ritual to summon the spirits that plagued Sarah. I watched in awe and terror as she chanted ancient incantations and drew intricate symbols on the floor. Shadows danced on the walls, their whispers echoing through the room. And then, they came.

The spirits materialized before us, their ethereal forms hovering in the air. Some were tormented souls, yearning for release, while others exuded malicious intent. Lilith commanded them to reveal themselves, to confess their purpose in tormenting my daughter.

One by one, the spirits spoke in hushed whispers, recounting tales of tragedy and betrayal. They had been drawn to Sarah’s vibrant energy, using her as a vessel to seek revenge on those who wronged them in life. With each confession, Lilith bound them to her will, forcing them to return to the realm of the dead.

But as the last spirit vanished into thin air, something unexpected happened. Lilith doubled over in pain, clutching her chest and gasping for breath. Her eyes, once filled with darkness, now held a glimmer of fear. “I’ve made a terrible mistake,” she whispered through gritted teeth.

The spirits had deceived her, concealing their true intentions. They had lured Lilith into their trap, using her as a conduit to escape their eternal torment. And now, they sought to claim her life force to ensure their freedom. The room filled with a cacophony of screams and wails as the spirits descended upon Lilith, tearing at her flesh with invisible claws.

In a desperate bid to save her, I reached for the nearest object – a silver dagger resting on a nearby altar. With trembling hands, I plunged the blade into Lilith’s heart. She let out a blood-curdling scream before collapsing to the floor, lifeless.

The spirits dissipated into nothingness, leaving only an eerie silence in their wake. The room was stained with blood and smeared symbols as I cradled Lilith’s lifeless body in my arms. I had sacrificed her to save my children, a choice I would carry with me for the rest of my days.

Sarah’s behavior returned to normal after that night, the darkness lifted from her like a veil. But our lives would never be the same. The whispers of the dead lingered in our minds, an ever-present reminder of the horrors we had faced.

As the years passed, Sarah and Michael grew up, carrying the weight of that fateful night with them. They became resilient, compassionate individuals who could see beyond the surface of the world. And though they would never forget the horrors they had witnessed, they cherished every moment of life, knowing how fragile and fleeting it truly was.

My children taught me the power of love and the resilience of the human spirit. They showed me that even in the face of unimaginable darkness, there is always a flicker of light. And so, we carried on, embracing the unknown and facing our fears head-on, knowing that together, we were unstoppable.

Author: Opney. Illustrator: Stab. Publisher: Cyber.

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