As he is pinning The boy Mage down, he realised that the boy was up to something. His body under The Man's hands had become rigid and in some sort of way... more controlled and aware. It made the man's eyes widen in shock, it took all of his will power to keep hold of the boy that he was pinning by the Neck' What is this Socery Boy!' He yelled through gritted teeth, snarling at the boy with his angry fangs. Suddenly the earth starts to shake uncontrollerbly like an earth quake, this makes the grip on the boy's neck loosen and the man to lose his footing a little.
Falling back a little, using his right hand as a pillar to keep him up right, he screams in anger as he looks on with shocked rage, as Big bloated hands come pounding up from the bottom of the earth. 'It can't be' he whispered Not believeing his eyes. His golden eyes were full of fear and rage as he looked down to the boy, who was now smiling menacingly at the vampire's reaction to his Necromancy magick.
'You Devil's son from Hell!! Where did you learn that!!' He screamed in rage as he launched him self on the boy again, Aware that the dead were walking towards him. The smell of rotting flesh stinging his nose. It took all his might to stop himself from gagging from the putrid smell. He coughed. Putting The sleeve of his duster to his nose, to try and ease the smell. 'Where did you get that power SCUM!!' He was still maintaining a good grip onto the boys neck, Before he was ripped from him by a dozen bloated hands. 'GAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!' He yelled, with a plee for help hidden under the screams tone. He was dragged away as if he weighed nothing more then just a feather and was pinned to the nearest tree. All he could see, was a series of bloating unseeing, blind cloudy eyes. The lips of the dead were blue near black, the skin falling off, the bone showing. The next emotion that ceased the Vampire exiled lord was fear. His bright gold eyes widening, he saw the boy run through a shadow and vanish... with the body of one of the exciled vampire lords Ancestors.
The lord Screamed in utmost fury again and began to struggle. As soon as the Necromancer had exsited however the dead became lame once more. It seemed The boy was using the dead as an opportunity of distraction, to get what he disired and to leave without a fight or infact dying by the lord's hands.
The lord stood there, on his own, watching the space where the boy had excited from, seething. His breath coming deep and shallow, from his struggle. He wanted revenge on the necromancer who stole his ancestors body in dishonour.
'Grave ROBBERRR!!!!! GAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!' He screamed making his lungs and throat hurt while he let out all his fury into the once again silent and 'calm' night. 'I will find you Young Necromancer. And mark my words... when I do I will MAKE you PAY for what you have done!!' He yelled at the top of his voice. He punched a whole through a tree, making it splinter into thousands of pieces, not caring that he was near the deadly shards, out of rage and then ran off to his little coven. He would tell his younger sister EXACTLY what happened here tonight. His short hair pulling back with the force of the wind from his speed, he headed back to home, not caring about the other dead bodies of the humans that were laid carelessly around the graveyard, as if somebody had just pulled the bodies out of the graves and let them fall limp in odd random places, for some sick joke.
He seethed as he went on running. Always thinking of a plan to bring down he necromancer who had tricked and deceaved him aswell as stealing his ancestors body.
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