1 WIP name: exorcist necromancer
I awoke from my experience, on the ground and bloodied, the miasma of the spirits pocket dimension faded, i look on the ground, expecting it to be my head, praying it was all just a dream. But yet again I'm met with tile of my school, and a pulsating orb in my hand, i dont even need to look in my hand to know what this vile orb is, i attempt to sit up and yet I'm met only with sharp cold pain, i know what i have to do with this orb, and yet i want to hold off on it for as long as possible, my current life is basically over after they arrive at the awakening point.
after around what i count of twenty minutes, my wounds close and flow with an indesernable energy. As i slowly sit up and look at the black foul orb i consider lying and saying it just popped up, but all these corpses dont lie, they flow with the exact same energy i flow with. Without a second thought, i open my mouth and swallow the orb like you would a painkiller, just more slimy and lighter, the soul of that wretched cat now fueling this weak untamed energy inside me, a symbol pops in my head, i already know what it does, what it means but in what world would i ever call *that* to my aid, even though i can eat these unconcentrated souls, I'm nothing like those bearers of light i looked up to, I'm a borderline monster, one that creates, and uses other monsters to my will, all because of that damned miasma.
soon the people who fought off the other dead and left me to die arrive, they look in horror at what they see, not that i blame them, 200 or so dead high schoolers body's is quite a lot, but for them to flow with the energy of a hypocritical power, and then theres me, tattered clothes and yet perfectly fine, as if nothing happened to me, my full void like black eyeballs now a horror to what would have been my mediocre looks, its not that different or unusual to have your eyes or a feature change to fit whatever you developed a technique, if you do develop one instead of die, but all the people who rise in popularity have a change that makes you cuter or more attractive and unique looking, never have i seen anyone with scary or other traits rise. I got sidetracked, i apologize, the people who left me for dead seem to be yelling at me, probably blaming me for this mountain of corpses, i mean, they aren't wrong.
after a few minutes of my unresponsive staring into space they seemed to have taken me into a car, a Jeep i think, put some paper on my arms and eyes and cuffed me, i assume their talismans, they probably think I'm a possessed, its not like i wanted to have the features of one, and these talismans aren't working either, i can still feel my energy flow through me. That's the only good news i think I've received, knowing that I'm not considered a possessed. One, a male, i think, he has longish hair, and his voice is muffled by the protective screen, i assume thats what it is, is trying to talk to me.
"hey! Kid!" The long haired man yells after opening the screen door.
i dont recognize him, he must've been in the car the whole time, so i might as well try to be social "what?" My voice comes out pretty unsullenly, a bit surprising.
"So the la creatura talks!" The man laughs as he says this "I'm sorry about my companions, i already told them what your deal is, I'm what you'd call an identifier"
"never heard of them"
"I'm not surprised, we're basically humans with differing information seeing powers, so we just check the scene and check for possessed" he says matter of factory
"so why am i in these, they dont even work on me"
the man pauses, in what i assume is shock "they dont? Interesting, cloe take the damn things off of him" he grumbles
after a second my arms and eyes are unwrapped, i knew the people surrounding me, my eyes showed me their outlines, the one who i assume is cloe has a golden red sheen to her soul, its bright, almost blinding, i put the paper blindfold back on "it dampens my passives"
"so why'd you put the blindfold back on?" The man asks
i point to the lady called cloe "her soul hurts my eyes"
The man looks at me "soul"
"aura, if that makes more sense" i respond, trying to make it simpler
"whys it hurt?" Cloe asks, sounding a bit offended
"its to bright, like the sun" i respond bluntly
the man laughs "finally, i may see a game screen, but whenever i observe her, the panel color is bright as hell"
"So what is it?" I ask "i want to know who to avoid"
the man responds enthusiastically "avoid fire and light types! She's both! Sacred flames!"
"if you keep talking like I'm not here I'm going to burn you both alive" she sounds deathly serious, i actually feel the air heat up a bit
"yes ma'am" we both respond in unison.
