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"When I was, a young girl, my father... took me into the city. To see a marching band...."

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A Beautiful Disaster: The Garlean Gloom Witch.

Want to read a story involving her powers? Well you're in luck! (But she's not super happy in the story for reasons, er, you'll read, if you do...)

THANKFULLY she's since been okay and even managed to smile a bit more lately as she learns to live beyond being afraid all the time.

A Necromancer's Pain

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Meanwhile… elsewhere….

Snapping awake, Morana gasps, holding her hand over her heart.

Something is wrong.

“No… no no no… he can’t slip away. No.”

She darts out of the bed she’s been staying in and falls to her side, letting out a soft groan. She needs to get to him, she needs to make sure he doesn’t truly die. Dragging herself up, she’s noticed there’s no medics around. No one. They must be busy elsewhere….

She would rush over to the side of Finn’s bed… he looks gaunt. This isn’t looking good. “Finn!” she gasps, feeling him slip away. She’s so low on aether. She’s so low on…everything. Taking in a deep breath, she tries. “Stay with me… stay with me…”

Tears start streaming down her cheeks as she lets out a whimper. “Please stay with me…”

Finn opens his eyes. He looks up at Morana, blinking. Then… he gives a soft smile. Morana takes him into a hug, crying on his shoulder. “I thought I lost you, I thought—”

“Hey,” Finn says in a weak voice, giving her a hug before very gently pushing her away. Something…. Is still wrong. He tilts his head, giving a soft yawn. “... Morana… I’m sorry,” he says in an exhausted tone. “I..can’t hold on anymore. But I wanted to say goodbye. Truly. Thank you for this second chance…. I love you, and all of our comrades, so dearly. Don’t forget me. Alright? Please say goodbye to everyone for m-me… Ares and Sparrow too… find Kali. She’s hurting out there.”

“NO! FINN PLEASE! NO!”

Finn reaches up and cups her cheek, yawning again. “...I’m so sorry, Morana… so sorry…”

His eyes…flicker out.

….

Morana wakes up sobbing, her entire body shuddering. This has been the worst nightmare yet, and she can barely handle it. She pulls herself out of bed, heading toward where Finn is. Claudia and Flora rush over to her, and Flora has her lean on her shoulder.

“Morana! Oh no… another one? He’s okay, he’s here still, we can feel it…” Flora whispers, then takes the crying woman into a hug.

Claudia frowns deeply, a tear trickling down her cheek. This is a rough time… possibly the worst she’s seen the necromancer.

When Morana pulls away from the hug though, she does notice Finn is very gaunt… it’s been four days and he hasn’t been able to eat. He doesn’t take in fluids or anything like normal, and what she’s doing isn’t enough.

She knows what she has to do.

And she doesn’t have much time left to hesitate.

But it’s tearing her to pieces inside….

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Flora says in a reassuring tone to her, “We will be okay. We do not ever think differently of you because you can do this. You are saving Finn’s life…erm. Undeath. It is for a good cause. He will agree. Remember, this is Finn - he would likely ramble about the battle implications.” She tries to give a smile.

Morana can’t even force a grin. She does say, “...Yeah. He would.”

Closing her eyes… she sighs.

There’s a… chill in the room. The temperature begins climbing down, to the point where Morana can see her own breath. No one else in this room would be able to see their own breath, as theirs wouldn’t be warm. Though, if anyone were to enter right now, it would be similar to stepping outside into the calm after a blizzard. The door wouldn’t be locked or blocked. There would just be an…eerie calm about the area.

Morana begins to glow a miasma of dark blue, the color of the aether that flows through the veins of her Ashkin. After taking in another deep breath, she allows her pupils to grow and cover her entire eye. The lights flicker eerily, but remain on. Tendrils of aether reach out toward and attach to Finn like branching capillaries.

Morana utters command, her voice holding an eerie, unnatural echo to it.

"̷͌̌R̴̛͋i̸͋͂s̷̽̓e̷̡͛.̵̉̚"̵̈́

["Rise."]

Finn twitches… once. Then twice. Then again. He jolts up, his movements unnatural. When he opens his eyes, he fixes them on Morana.

They are pitch black.

Morana clenches her jaw, then glances toward Flora. She gives a nod… Flora wanders up to the freezer and pulls out a bag of…parts. She tears it open with a swift motion and places it on Finn’s lap. Severed limbs spill out on Finn’s lap. Morana’s breath hitches, and she needs to keep all of her focus on this. She usually avoids trying to watch her Ashkin eat…

The next command is uttered.

"̶̊̃C̴͈͗o̸͑̓ǹ̶͠s̴̫͠u̷͚͐m̶̋e."

["Consume."]

Finn would begin tearing into the flesh like a starved animal, gulping down chunks like he’d never eaten anything in his life. Morana keeps her eyes locked on him as he does so. She’s going to wait until he eats everything, and then will let him rest.

In a normal voice, she says to Flora… “... I am going to turn around. Please tell me when he is finished.” As if the silence from the sound of flesh tearing wouldn’t tip her off. Still, she’s not thinking straight.

Flora says, “Of course, Morana.”

The power of the Necromancer is in full view now, and the reason why so many are afraid. “This is…so wrong… so wrong…” Morana whispers to herself over and over. She feels her heart shattering into a thousand pieces because she had to take control. She could do so easily, turn these people she brought back into true minions, souls trapped in bodies they couldn’t hope to ever control again, watching as they did the unspeakable….

It was all. So. wrong.

She stared at her hands, shaking like a leaf. She’d never done this before to her people, those who had their souls and weren’t just puppeted corpses of the long departed. The capability of great horrors and harm were at her fingertips, but it was never a thought that crossed her mind.

Finn wasn’t there right now. He was still entirely unconscious. Yet… he consumes.

Morana covers her face with her hands.

Irimi listened to her, her own heart dropping hearing the pain in the Necromancer's voice.

"Morana. I know you don't see it right now, but you're doing the right thing. You really really are."

The amount of sorrow in Morana's voice was evident she didn't want to do this- Irimi could tell. But Irimi then looked to Flora nodding but then asked the same question to Morana, "May I approach you?"

Morana continues to stare at Irimi. "...They need to have their wills... I brought them back because of their screams... I c-could hear them... but not like... normal hearing..." She's babbling a bit now but can't help it. "...They deserved a second chance... but need full control of themselves. I am failing him... This is so wrong... s-so wrong..." It's almost like she ...misses Irimi's question.

There's a five second pause. Then, a whispered, "...yes."

Flora, meanwhile, walks forward cautiously, as to not disturb Irimi. She would watch this exchange carefully, not wanting to interrupt, but wanting to be there to explain and answer questions further before someone made the wrong assumptions about what Morana was doing.

Irimi would say nothing to Morana and walk carefully towards her.

Without warning Irimi would kneel down in front of her and take her into a hug.

Morana doesn't do anything for a few seconds, but slowly attempts to hug Irimi back. If she can, she'd bury her face into her shoulder and begin sobbing. The sound of chewing flesh comes to a slow, however.

Flora says gently, "He's done, Morana."

Finn's pitch black gaze would be fixed on Morana as he waits for another command. He looks a lot better now. His cheeks don't seem pulled too close to the bone. His muscle mass has returned, and a few wounds have mended better than before. It's clear he is far, far better off now. But he can't rest yet.

Not without Morana's help.

Morana sniffles, lifting her chin to rest on Irmi's shoulder before uttering one last command. "Rest." Her echoing, commanding tone is tinged with sadness.

The room is still cold, but may slowly begin to grow warmer again. The aether visible aether link melts away, and Morana radiates exhaustion.

Finn's eyes....flicker on as he lays back down. This has actually woken him up. (15) Though he'll still need to actually sleep (as he's indeed not just an animated corpse and (allegedly) uses his brain), he does murmur, "... ... ... Did I get drunk and go after some of Rook's mercenaries or something...."

Irimi would hold Morana tightly, hugging her and not letting go until Morana would pull away.

The word Morana spoke felt... powerful. And much to Irimi's surprise she would hear Finn speak- relieved? To hear him? Irimi sighed relief. "You did great Morana." She whispered to the Necromancer.

Morana is still crying, possibly not hearing Finn at all. She can hear Irimi, as the woman is right there. "...I don't think I did... h-he... had to obey me.. he..."

Finn blinks, then looks over to Claudia. "...Did she use her powers or something?" He can clearly hear Morana now. He looks down at his meal. "Huh. Was I being uncooperative? I-in that frenzy again?!" he gasps, now widening his eyes in alarm.

"No, no, it's alright. You took a hit and died three times... and she needed to command you to eat. You were completely comatosed," Claudia murmurs.

"Oh..." he mutters. "How interesting," he says with a grin. "...The implications in a war situation are--" he cuts himself off, giving Claudia an apologetic stare when she facepalms. He then focuses on a sobbing Morana and Irimi hugging her close. And then looks down at the bones on his lap. ".... I am too tired to clean this up, damn it..." He would casually try to pull the blanket over said bones to be less alarming. Three cheers for the bloody golden retriever! He's trying to be helpful!

"Hey, Morana? Are you alright?" Finn asks. He looks toward Irimi. "Are you alright?!" The last he remembered of her was, well... right before Genji woke up. He has no idea what's going on and appears hopelessly confused. He's shirtless and hooked up to all sorts of things right now that don't do much to help monitor him, but are worth a shot. At least the aetheric-activity tracker is working on him.

OOC: A picture of Finn, one of her Ashkin she ressurected (again...)

Trebol_queen is the one who did this commission for me of Finn :)

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