Bodies

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Bodies
Forty Six & 2
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“These dragons, they've seen the other side. They've been to the next world."
"So, why should I care?"
"Some part of them will forever remain there, in the afterlife. They will never be the same as they were in life."
"Is this going to be an issue? Will this do anything to harm their fighting capabilities?"
"I'm not really sure."
"..."
"It doesn't matter either way. What's done is done, thank-you for your help."
"Yes...My help."
The room was dark and shadowy. The only illumination, a few melted down candles. The floor and walls were slick and shiny with dark red blood. Seven corpses, their throats slashed open lay scattered around the room. Standing in the center of this dark room was a dragon, a mix of calm and regret on his face. His scales were a glossy raven black, and his eyes were even darker. Around his neck he wore a silver chain. This dragon’s name was Necromancer, and never had a name ever fit someone better. On this night Necromancer took the lives of seven dragons to try and bring them back from the dead. It was a necessary sacrifice.
“I enchant these corpses to walk again, to talk again and to obey my every command.” Necromancer whispered. The sounds of shifting scales followed his words as all seven corpses pulled themselves up off the floor and into rigid standing positions. Their glassy eyes stared forward at nothing, and they made no other noise. No breath no words. They looked so intimidating and terrifying, their black scales drenched in scarlet blood and ragged holes where their throats should have been. And they would grow only more disturbing. The natural prosses of decay would rot them down to the bone, but it would render them indestructible. Necromancer touched one of the corpses’ shoulders. The dead dragon did nothing, it continued to stair ahead. Necromancer stabbed his claws into the corpses’ shoulder, tearing out a chunk of scales and flesh. Still no response. They feel no pain, no sensation nor emotions. The perfect killing machine. Dragons were dangerous but could easily fall prey to such limiting things as emotions or pain. It could deter them from completing a task. An undead dragon wouldn’t have such issues. At least he hoped. Necromancer had no way of knowing whether they would remain unfeeling and subservient, that’s why he bound these seven to him by forcing them to obey none other than him. Necromancer was a scientist by trade, and one who was gifted with animus magic. He did his best to keep this a secret and use the magic as little a possible, but inevitably someone had to learn of his powers. Unfortunately for Necromancer those who knew of his powers weren’t good dragons. They were the worst of the worst, mercenaries, and tyrants who’s only goals were destruction and suffering. Their leader, a NightWing named Darkthought had kidnaped Necromancer’s daughter and threatened her life if Necromancer didn’t use his magic to serve him. Necromancer had agreed if only to keep his daughter safe, and he was able to convince Darkthought that his magic was limited and could only be used a few times. Darkthought believed Necromancer and instead of having him use his magic to hurt others Darkthought commanded Necromancer to create an unbeatable army to do the things that Necromancer “couldn’t”. And so, Necromancer had sought to bring the dead back to life to be that army. He chose the dead because as a scientist Necromancer had always wondered what happened after death. He knew what happened to the body, but not the mind and the soul. By working with dead dragons Necromancer would be able to learn new things and protect his daughter. The seven dragons who stood before Necromancer where just a test run. A proof of concept, and a useful asset. What Necromancer had told Darkthought was technically true. His magic was limited, but by Necromancer and by choice. He knew the stories of Animus dragons losing their minds and turning on the ones that they cared for, it was the one thing Necromancer feared. So, he had enchanted the silver chain necklace that he wore to limit how much he could do with it. Necromancer knew that Darkthought would take the undead and use them to further his demented goals, but Necromancer hoped that he would leave one for him study. He had many questions that needed answering. Did these undead dragons retain anything about their old personalities, and if so then how did dying affect them? He was also curious about what the afterlife was like. If there was any. 
"I fear what Darkthought will do with the others. What do you think #6?"
"..."
"Of course not. I forgot you don't talk."
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