"You deserve to die."
"You are better off as dead."
"You're supposed to die anyway."
Those words sounded funny in his ears. Being close to death was something he did in his daily life, but not this. Not when people were screaming out loud for his death rather than asking for his help.
So in the end, nothing really matters, huh? He laughed at himself as his consciousness started to fade.
You failed, Auren. That's it.
The city glowed so bright with all the fire around him, the smoke surrounded him like a warm blanket, until it suffocated his lungs, making it harder for him to breathe.
Maybe this was what it felt like to be dead.
"You are working with the devil!" Another one shouted, but her voice sounded so far in his ear. "This is what you got by doing something evil."
Evil? Wasn't it what people wanted too? To be able to meet their loved ones. To not get separated by something that cannot be healed. To be able simply to just live again.
Auren laughed, this time really loud until blood vomited out from his mouth. That was all he could let out from his mouth. Not words, grunts, or even a harsh breath. Just blood.
This was the origin of humanity. When something succeeded, they claimed it to be a blessing, something that was worth trying. Yet when it failed, they cursed the failure.
But it wasn't supposed to fail. Auren believed that with his whole heart. All those years of his experiment were for this.
So why all the havoc? Why did it suddenly fail? He planned for a perfect resurrection, not a freaking chaos where all the dead bodies awaken with no consciousness. It's like he was creating monsters rather than human beings.
Was it really him who got it wrong? Did he really play with things he shouldn't have?
"Burn him! That way, all those monsters will die too!"
"Yeah, burn him!"
"Burn him!"
The smoke started to get thicker, making it harder for him to breathe or even keep his consciousness. But he knew instantly who was the owner of the voice that screamed, "It's all his fault!"
There was no way he didn't recognize that–the voice of his most trusted disciple, Darren Harevil. The one who tended to call him "Master" with such excitement, yet the one who screamed at him so vengefully.
The one who he least expected to do this.
Why? He wanted to ask. Why did everything turn into something this wrecked?
But then, there was nothing he could say. None, as they burned him and he started to lose his mind, his sanity, and even he himself.
People would remember that day as the fall of the Necromancy King, Auren Vailar, the one who once helped the dead, but couldn't survive one.
As years passed by, people would think of it as a myth, a warning to not play with something as forbidden as necromancy.
But nobody expected The Necromancy King to escape death, it was just in a different way than they could ever imagine.