The Necromancer: Part Twenty-Seven
by J Jericho Born
A flurry of sensation ended as Oz and Willow found themselves bolted down at the wrists and ankles. A group of zombies that had fastenend them down leisurely exited the underground cavern they occupied. The tables they laid on were uncomfortable to say the least.

"Welcome, welcome," said Abel. He didn't seem to talk to either of them in particular, but addressed them like a crowd. It was obvious he had made this speech before.

"Yes, welcome, people. Some meaning will come to your insignifigant lives as you become subjects in the greatest calling of mankind. Be assured any hurt, pain, loss of limb or life you may incur is for matters literally of life and death," Abel advised. He put his arms out from his sides and a zombie removed his coat without any prompting.

Willow and Oz were still disoriented with the sudden change of enviornment.

"We necromancers sometime need fresh specimens for our research," Abel explained to Willow as he checked her eyes and mouth like a canine on show. He then walked over to Oz to do the same then rip open his shirt.

"I've always wanted to play with a werewolf. In my short, distinguished career I'd never had the opportunity," Abel said while mixing together a concoction nearby. Oz recoiled in pain as a clump of hair was ripped from his scalp and tossed in with the mixture.

"This may sting a bit," Abel cautioned as he dumped the mixture onto Oz's chest. Oz contorted in pain, but was held fast by his bindings. As the fluid scalded and bonded itself into his skin he let out an agonized yell.

"The thing about wearwolves is they are so moody. I mean, they're only bloodthristy, amoral killers a few days out of the month. Where's the fun in that?" sarsastically questioned Abel.

"But, we necromancers always seek to improve. Procedure to make the wearwolf state permanent is common knowledge," assured Abel. That being said he began reciting yet another incatation. It was quick and comparatively unspectacular. Once it was finished hellfire leapt onto Oz's body and ignited upon contact with the mixture that was burning itself into his flesh.

Willow squinted and looked over with horror and the turmoil her companion was going through.

"Oz!" she screamed.

"Don't worry it's much more painful than it looks. . . oops, slip of the tongue," Abel attempted to comfort.

Once the hellfire died down it was apparent Abel had once again succeeded. The werewolf that was Oz easily ripped itself free from it's confines and lunged at Abel. Unimpressed, Abel curbed it back with a blast of hellflame.

"Run along and play naughty," ordered Abel with another blast of hellfire that herded the werewolf out the exit of the room. Willow looked on in disbelief at the beast that was her boyfriend as he scurried away.


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