The Journey of the Dead (1)

I accepted its offer. I accepted its embrace and soon, power flowed through my veins as I could feel it drilling into my soul and heart. I felt it, that black substance infecting and taking over. Power came, and with it, my sanity.

I snapped apart the chains which used to be roped but were changed because I tried to escape, then I stood up and got one of the knives used to torture me everyday, the smell of blood and iron still on it. And then, I headed out. It was night, a darkness surrounded the entire camp, which was now in my hand. That was the day I committed my first massacre of many to come. I ran through what seemed like barracks, stabbing their necks like a phantom and quickly leaving each barrack after killing everyone.

It was exhilarating, the feeling of revenge on the people who caused me so much pain, but most importantly, the taste of blood was so sweet yet tender, like the perfect meal waiting for me to gobble it up. Soon I was finished halfway, but it seems like someone woke up and found out the bodies which led to bells being ringed all across camp. Soon tens and tens of bandits came out and surrounded the barrack I was in.

Although I felt like a god, a hundred bandits was too much even for me to handle due to my weak body, I had the skills and the will, but my body couldn't support it. And so I tried to see another way out... which was when the voice told me again... 'Remember who you are.... Death's Successor... utilize your inner urge. Listen to your insticts and pray to Death, for only he shall see and care for you.'

And then, without knowing why I found myself raising my arms to the ceiling and saying... "Grant me your strength, and I shall honor you, grant me your trust, and I shall not disappoint you, follow me even to the depths of Hell, now live again and serve my command. IMMORTUOUS"

(Author note: Immortuos is latin for Undead)

The air shook and the sky quaked, the dead bodies I killed were rising once again. And soon they all knelt in front of me. It was magnificent, even if these dead bodies couldn't compare to a well trained army, they knelt like their entire existence was meant for that very action.

Then-

"Kill them." I coldly ordered the undead. They stood up and ran at a humanly impossible speed. As soon as they got out of the barracks they lunged and bit, scratched, stabbed and punched the other bandits. Although they had weapons and a numerical advantage, the undead had an insane strength and were completely oblivious to fear. As if the word of the person who awoke them was the decree of a deity. And slowly, the advantage shifted to the undead. the bandits were dying rapidly while the undead attacked even if their limbs were gone, or if their head was missing, and soon, they even began to take their old limbs or heads and put them back in place while some mysterious power regenerated them.

I assumed this power came from me as I felt like my energy was being sucked out. And after a while, no bandit remained except for the 6'4 feet man with a tooth necklace. He was trying his best to survive but was quickly overrun by the sheer power and numbers the undead had. I stepped out.

"Wait."

<UGH YOU BASTARD, DEVIL, WHAT DID YOU DO?!>

<Devil? Am I Devil here? Is that how you see me after many torture? Did you ever stop as i beg you? No. So I won't stop either. Oh and, sorry for bad Plantorian, you retarded fuck. Eat him very, very slowly, make it painful.>

And then the tens of undead lunged at him, each ripping apart flesh in order, the man's screams filled the empty dessert, and soon, nothing was left. Not even bones. I awoke the hundred bandits or so by simply saying "IMMORTUOS" as it was much easier and practical, and it worked as well.

And then, I said "Avicta"

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Personal Information

Name: #%^#^@???@^#

Sex: Male

Age: 32

State of mind: Extremely Unstable (Warning! Extrmely unstable levels of sanity can lead to heavy after effects, please seek help!)

Level: ?@&#&$

Health condition: Very Stable

Strength: ??#^%?

Dexterity: ?#?%%

Intelligence: ?!?#*$

Mana: 999343/999999

Mental Fortitude: 0

Physical Fortitude: &@^#^!^

"Abilities"

Undead Summoning Lv.1

"Sub-Ability"

-- Mana Heritage: Use your mana to heal your undead subordinates.

-- Death's Blessing: Sacrifice 10 Mana to bestow an undead subordinate Death's Blessing, increases stats by 200% and triples intelligence to the point of semi-sentience. (3 Minutes duration)

Pain Tolerance Lv.MAX

"Sub-Ability"

-- Pain is a Gift: Increases your Physical Fortitude by 10x when you experience unbearable pain. (10 Minutes duration)

-- Optional Immunity: Gives you the choice to completely block off all pain or allow pain, however due to Pain Tolerance overriding this sub-ability you will only experience 50% of the original pain even if you choose to experience it fully.

"Titles"

Death's Successor

Rank: !^#&%&

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Although I would like for the main abilities to have a description, I guess the name is pretty self-explanatory.

I wonder what's up with all the censored stuff though? I guess it's because of this black substance within me.. I hope it disappears soon.

"Now then, my dear subordinates, I assume none of you know which way leads to civilization, so we are going to be exploring around here for a bit of time."

Oh right. My name. What was it again? Well, it doesn't matter now. I am simply, Death's Successor.