"Where else could her soul wander if not consigned to the infernal depths?" he pondered aloud. "The fates of souls are many, but Eighty percent are doomed to hellfire, while others ascend to celestial realms like heaven or the Hall of Valor. Some linger as forlorn specters, others are cursed to roam as inhumans or even lowly vampires."
"Yet, there are those unfortunate enough not to reach undead status, ensnared instead by wild necromancers, their essence refined for dark purposes," he continued, his tone somber.
"A select few mortals, though, possess such formidable power that they ascend to the God Realm, taking their place as lesser deities or divine generals."
He frowned deeply. "The clergy, knights, and devout of the major temples harbor a profound revulsion for these rogue necromancers. To capture and purify one is considered a sacred duty."