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“Never. The battle has started and it won’t stop until one of use, you, is dead.” Grave called back as he cast a small lighting spell and blew apart a group of Knights.
“You learn fast of your powers don’t you? You should have waited to challenge me, you have not yet realized your full powering that form. Still it is no match for Necromancer magic.” The Necromancer called with a laugh. “All I need is a couple seconds peace to show you my full power.” Grave thought to himself. Grave brought his sword around and plunged it threw the head of the closest Knight to him. He knew he could not fight forever. As long as the Necromancer was there he would continue to raise Knights. Grave was getting tiered but fought on with horse. His horse however was getting very tiered. It was staggering around barley able to keep up with Graves orders. Grave brought them around for another charge. They were almost to the other side of the room when his horse tripped over a Knights skull. The horse when reeling into the wall while Grave went the other way. The Knights stopped moving, Grave looked around to see his sword was lying beyond them by his horse, witch was not moving. Grave went with his left arm to grab his magic book but didn’t feel anything. He looked down and to his horror it was gone, the small wound had broken threw on impact. Grave got to his feet when he remembered the Necromancer was not in front of him.
“You are without your horse and sword. If had given in before you may have lived but the fight has gone on long enough, this must be finished now.” Came the voice of the Necromancer.
Grave looked around still not seeing him. He searched his mind for something, anything that could help him. Then like a flash thought that one forgets before they can remember, he brought his right arm up, hit a small switch on his amour and a serrated blade came from it. He started to run at the Knights and they responded by running at him. He carved a path threw the Knights to get back to his sword. When he could see it right in front of him he dove, blade pointed out. He grabbed the hilt tuned and cut down two more Knights. The others back off slightly, be controlled by the thoughts of their master. Grave went to his horse, he bent down, and found that it was dead….. again. He turned back to the Knights enraged.
“You have killed my horse and now will feel the wrath of a true Deathven.” He yelled. He pulled out his book and started the chant again. All the time ignoring the slashing he was receiving from the Knights who were now on the attack again.
“May the storm of the Undead veil my enemies in darkness. You have forsaken me and now you will PAY.” Grave screamed as loud as he could, with eyes glowing blood red. Outside the Mines a small storm was beginning to brew. The clouds were darker then normal, swirling into themselves again and again making themselves even bigger and darker. A small crackle of lightning came from them. It was no normal lightning. Instead of being light it was the purest of black. Back in the mines Grave could feel the power of the storm through him, he was waiting for the time to unleash it. The Necromancer looked worried, how could a simple Deathven gain so much power? He turned to let his Knights take the fall, but when he turned, he made the careless mistake of looking back at Grave. Grave saw him and knew it was time to finish it. “Gespenst.”

He cried. The storm outside responded with a massive crack of dark lightning came from within it. It hit the ground but kept going threw to the mines. The Knight stopped attacking, the bolt came through the roof with great force. It hit the ground and exploded in all directions, kicking up dust and parts of the fallen Knights. After five minutes when the dust had settled there was only Grave, his horses body, and the Necromancer left. The Necromancer was on the ground clinging to what was left of him. He rose up, using his staff to support him, which they never do. Grave was just standing there, as the Necromancer walked over to him, Grave now with his sword in hand.
“Oh did you get like this?” The Necromancer asked in a tired voice.
“Ha ha, is it not funny little one. I am now the one with all the power, even with your Undead raise skill you are no match for me.” Grave mocked as he circled him.
“Why have you not finished me yet?”
“Oh I will, and I will enjoy it greatly.” Grave said as he raised his sword. He shoved it straight through the chest of the Necromancer.
“You kill my horse and take off my arm but nothing you can do can kill me.” Grave yelled as he brought him over his head and slammed him back into the ground on his head, which in turn shattered into pieces. The Necromancers bones disintegrated, leaving only the robes and staff. Grave dropped his sword and slummed to the ground in exhaustion. He looked up to see the robes and staff had gotten up. He stood there, waiting. When they had gotten to him, they stopped, peering into each others faces when suddenly the robes rapped themselves around Grave, who was the knocked out. When he awoke a time a time later he realized he was no longer in amour. He looked over his body, his arm was back in its place, and he now dressed in the robes of the Necromancer. His staff was in hand. He was about to turn to continue when a voice came form behind him.


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Now for the bloody chapter.

Chapter8: Mission 1
Grave turned to see the Grim Reaper himself floating there, scythe in hand as always. He came down a bit to come closer to Grave.
“I see you are doing well. I hope you don’t feel to special little Necromancer for the Deathevn and Necromancer ranks are constantly changing.”
“Oh thanks bring down the confidence meter.” Grave said with a sigh.
”Do not get to cocky. Now to business, I have a mission for you.”
“I thought that only the Grave Guardians were the ones who take your missions?”
“Normally they would but they are busy. Do you remember that Fonewman you so casually killed a while back?”
“Yes. Why?” Grave said with a worried look.
“Well some of his friends miss him and have to close to the spot where he his. We cannot allow the Living to know that we have a presence here.”
“Why is it I that has to do this?”
“Why? Because you killed him and you left what was left of him there.”
“That matters?”
”Of course it does.” The Reaper yelled. “We try not to kill the living if we can help it, they do that for us. But if we must then we have to… clean up the mess so no other Living can see it. You have to go down and either scare them to death or just kill them. I care not, but make sure they cannot get back to report what they have found.”
“I see, and if I refuse this little offer?”
The Reapers eyes glowed and came face to face with Grave. “Oh but you won’t, you can’t either. Now go before they get back to there ship.” With that the Reaper disappeared leaving Grave standing… er floating there.
“Ignorant bastard. I will go down and make sure that they are… dealt with.” As an evil smile crossed Graves face. He had a feeling inside him, but he knew not what it was. He cast the Flux spell and when off to the Forest.
There were three people that the Reaper was talking about, and RAcast, HUmar, and the Fonewwearl from before. They were looking closely at their friend’s pile of ash.
“You think its him?” The Newwearl asked.
“This looks like his Mace of Adaman. Ya it is, here is name engraved on it.”
“What could have done this?” The RAcast asked taking the Mace in his hands and putting it in a safe place. As the Racast said this Grave appeared just to the left of then in a small bush. Unfortunately for them they did not hear him. Grave stared at them for a while studying them. He was dead but still was an assassin on the inside.. what was left of it anyway. They never touched the ashes out of fear of disturbing the evidence that might there. They had their backs to Grave, when he thought it was a good time to make his move. He came out slowly, biding his time, as long as they staid to fight he had all the time he needed.
“Leave and tell no one what you have seen, and you will live. Do not turn around.” Grave yelled making the FOnewwearl jump into the air.
“Who’s there? Are you the one who did this? If so you are the one that will die.” The HUmar called back to Grave.
Grave had the evil smile back on his boney face again. “I shall answer. I am Grave, yes I did this and to late for the last one.”
The group turned and looked in awe at Grave.
“Why is a Chaos Sorcerer doing up here?” The Newwearl asked the HUmar.
Before the HUmar could answer Grave yelled back. “How dare you compare me to a Chaos Sorcerer. I am a Necromancer of the Undead Army. Now that you know that you will die.” Grave pulled out his staff.
“I thought the legends of the Undead were a myth? No matter, you think you can take on the three of us? Alright we will have at you then.” The RAcast cried back in a robotic voice. They all pulled put their weapons. The Fonewwearl had a Mace of Adaman like Hientz. The HUmar pulled out a pair of Musashi, while the RAcast took a pair of Twin Psychoguns.
“You the Fonewwearl, leave this battle and tell no one what you have seen.”
“No I will never leave not with what you have done to my husband.”
Grave thought for a moment, “Hope they don’t have kids yet.”
“I have given you a fair warning then, I would rather not kill you but you leave me no choice.” Grave said with the smile back again. On the inside he would rather enjoy this, for rumor had it that it was Hientzs wife that had set him up, but these had never been proven.

“Wait did you say that you were Grave?” The Newwearl asked looking shocked.
“Yes I am Grave the Assassin, well now I am the Undead Assassin.”
“Tha… that is not possible. The Grave that I knew was killed..” Grave interrupted.
“How long ago was that?”
“I think it was about four years ago.”
Grave thinking to himself. “I have been dead four years? Bah not possible.” To the group. “If are going to have at me then come, or I will strike the first blow.”
At that the group charged Grave. Grave dodge them easily.
“Bah weaklings, you cannot hit me.”
“We will see.” Hollered the RAcast. He turned his guns to Grave and unleashed a long volley of shots. Grave dodging each as easy as the last.
“Ha I am to fast for you.” Grave said. As he did he did not make it apparent that he knew that the HUmar was behind him. The HUmar took his Musashis and hit Grave across the back. Grave reeled back from the blow.
“Too fast ha you are nothing but a joke.” He yelled as he turned to strike again. Grave dodged the blow, and put his staff threw the gut of the HUmar. He looked down at the suffering Hunter, his mouth, ears, and nose all with blood dripping down from them.
“Asshole.” He said in a weak voice. Grave then raised his arms and threw him across the room, he landed near the others. Immediately the Newwearl casts Resta on him, and he got up, but still struggling.
“Fool, you dare hit me? How would you like to meet some of my little friends?” Before they could answer, Grave raised his arms, and the ground started to shake. As with the battle before, boney hands appeared from the ground. The three friends started to back off in horror. The hands started to rise up, the Skull Knights rising from the ground, grabbing their weapons from the ground. There were fifteen of then, all in a ready pose, waiting for the call to cut down their enemies.
“I hope you like them. Oh and were you the one who betrayed me?” He pointed to the Newwearl.
“I did not betray you Necromancer, I betrayed Grave.”
“I am Grave.” He yelled. “Ah you are no good to me. Knights kill them all. Spare none, oh and make sure it bloody.” All the Knights smiled at the thought.
They all stood still, the Knights not moving, the friends hearts beating so loudly Grave could hear them. What Grave licked most was that, he could smell the fear on them, and they were reeking of it. Then a Knight leapt at the RAcast with great speed. The RAcast didn’t react, the Knights blade simply bounced off of it amour. The RAcast then took his guns and lit up the Knight.
“You see, their weapons are no good. My amour is to strong for them to penetrate it.” Graves the raised his hand and the rest of the Knights lepted towards the three. The Newwearl casting Grants as fast as she could. The RAcast lighting up the closest Knights to him. The HUmar having a slightly harder time then rest. The Knights had shields, he did not. He fought furiously as the Knights kept coming at him blocking his blows with their shields. He was able to take out a few with his twin swords, but could feel himself weakening with every passing moment. He was about to hit the closest Knight when it erupted in a great light. The other Knights stopped suddenly at the sight, with them distracted the HUmar pooped a Trimate and cut the three Knight next to him down. He turned to see that the Newwearl had taken care of her Knights and was trying to help him. Grave floating there the whole time, not moving. In a matter of minutes the team of fifteen Knights was reduced to nothing but bones.
“You cannot win Necromancer.” The Newwearl screamed at Grave as she Granted the last Knight.
“Those were for warm up. I just became a Necromancer and I found a new way of raising them, have fun.” Grave said as the ground shook again. This time only ten Knights started to came up.
“Losing power?”
“No, just getting warmed up.” Grave said. The Knights started to come up from the ground, but they were not the same type of Knights as before. Instead of sword and shields they carried two small knives.
“What the fuck?” Asked the HUmar.
“Oh these? These are Skull Assassins. Stronger and faster then the normal Knights, but a little more fragile.” Just then a arrow came from the trees and landed beside the Newwearl. “Ah I was wondering when they would show up.” Grave looked up into the tree above them. There were a least six Skull Marksmen up there ready to snipe their new targets.
“These would be Skull Marksmen. Not very durable, but they like to stay away form the fray. Now resume the battle.” Grave stabbed his staff into the ground and the battle resumed. The Assassins went straight for the RAcast. He was able light one up but the others were on him in no time. The others went to help him but the Marksmen kept them at bay.

“Oh sorry did I forget to mention that the Assassin blades were way sharper then the Knights blades?” Grave said with a sneer. The Assassins then dropped the RAcast to the ground and continued to rip him apart. The other two were trying to get to him but the Marksmen kept them busy. One of the Assassins knocked the RAcast weapons away from him, leaving him defenseless. Three Assassins drove their knives into the amour of the RAcast, and at once lifted him over their heads. They looked at each other and started to run opposite ways. The RAcast was motionless because the knives had hit his main movement processor. The Assassins with one final push of power from Grave, ripped the RAcast apart, scattering pieces all over. The Marksmen stopped shooting and the two frieds ran over to the RAcast.
“Oh fuck what have you done to him?” The HUmar screamed at Grave.
“I warned you to leave and tell no one what you had seen. But you refused and now are paying the price. One by one.” As Grave was saying this the Assassins had all but completely dismantled the RAcast.
“Nooo.” The Newwearl cried as she casts Reverser on him. Nothing happened.
“You have drained your magic, you are lost. Give in and I will make it a painless death.”
“Never.” The HUmar wailed as he went for Grave. Grave rolled his eyes..er sockets. He dodge the blow again, took his staff and shoved it back threw the HUmars stomach blood spattering all over Grave.
“The living, so stupid sometimes isn’t it?” Grave said with a smile as blood pored from the HUmars mouth, ears, nose, and of course the gaping hole in his chest. The HUmar started to shake violently with pain.
“You know you may just make a good Skull Knight.”
The Newwearl was able to take a Monofluid, but one the Assassins had got up behind her and held her still. Grave looked from behind the Close to death HUmar.
“You humans are so.. so.. squishy, easy to kill. It is almost sad how easy.” His eyes turned red. “Ever see someone kill their own friend before? I have, a sad site in itself. Let see what it looks like to me now.” Grave lifted the HUmar, just clinging to life, over his head again. A dark aura washed over them, the Newwearl looked on in repulsion.
“The dark path awaits you, the living. Come join us in the darkness.” Grave chanted as the HUmar started to shake even more violently, still impaled on the end of the staff. He them went limp, but was still not dead. The Newwearl started to scream when he leapt off the staff and landed in front of her, his weapons appearing back in his hands, Graves eyes glowing redder then ever. He stood there, soaked in his own blood and still bleeding more. The horrified Newwearl screamed in terror as he came right up to her. He was not breathing, she could hear no heart beat from within what was left of him.
“You betrayed me after all I did for you. You will now know what it feels like to be betrayed yourself. Kill her!” Grave yelled, and the Newwearl continued to scream in horror. The HUmar raised his Musashs into the air. He took the blades across her stomach cutting deep gashes into her. He sliced up her chest continuously, and then went to work on her arms. He sliced them clean off easily. The Newwearl still trying to scream in pain, Grave using some of his powers to keep alive her until the bitter end. The HUmar, now matted in blood himself, raised his Musash but stopped.
Graves eyes were a crimson red brighter then ever before in rage. “You betrayed me. Now you will pay with your soul.” Grave looked at the HUmar. “Dead man walking.” He raised his hands. The HUmar took his left blade a stabbed it through the Newwearls gut. With the strength that was in him he raised her up into the air, the Assassin letting go, it as well matted in blood. The HUmar gave her one final look in the face, his eyes hollow with no pupils of emotion. He threw her up into the air a wais, when she got to the right level he swun his blade around and made a smooth clean cut threw her neck, the head rolling the other way. Everything when silent. No birds were chirping, no animals were making a sound, the Assassins staying where the were. The HUmar turned to Grave.

Grave saying. “Yes you will make a good Knight.” He casted a spell and all the flesh on the HUmar was gone, leaving only his skeleton. A sword and shield raised from the ground he took them, and went and stood with the rest.
“Clean up this mess all of you.” Grave said to the gathered army. “Burn the body, and bury the parts of the RAcast. We mustn’t leave anything this time.” As the skeletons went to work Grave walked a wais off to think.
“How could I have done that? I don’t know what came over me. I knew them from school, well not the RAcast he looked new, but the other two I did, I just can’t put names to them yet.” He then went back to the skeletons, who were waiting patiently for him.
“You lot have severed your purpose for now, be gone.” Grave said to them, and they disappeared back into the ground. “I have business to attended to.” Grave casts the Flux spell and disappeared.
Meanwhile in a dark shadow close to where the battle had taken place was a dark figure.
“Yes he very well may be the next to rise up, but still won’t take me out.”
A small womanly like figure appeared beside the first.
“Yes he may be. But you mustn’t get to confident Reaper, for he will gain in power over time.”
The Reaper stepped out into the light, were the battle was. “Yes, yes Fate I know, I know, over confidence in the greatest enemy. Fine I have heard it before. Now come I want to keep an eye on Grave. He may come in useful again later.” The Reaper disappeared.
“He will never learn until it is too late for him.” Fate said as she disappeared as well.


There I said it will be bloody. Now I am busy for a while so give me a while until the next chapter. Hope you like. I am going to try to do another like it hopefully it will be bloodier.

I love the story. Unfortunately on this site we have to think of our younger, and therefore more easily influenced associates *cough* so I would try to keep the foul language down a bit.