Mhaaj finished his briefing with Marshall Datton, fading away into the shadows in farewell as another came to the Marshall’s attention. The only company to the young wizard was his footsteps echoing throughout the Citadel as the light continued to fade in the direction of his destination.
He inhaled deeply the pungent, decrepit air of the Citadel and exhaled in a pleasurable sigh.
"It has been so long..." he said to himself, moving towards his personal chambers in the forbidden bastion. His room was just as he had left it many months ago, only a small film of dust covered his personal items. Mhaaj smiled, feeling reassured that he was back where he belonged.
The mage placed his belongings down on his bed, and moved over to the unassuming table he had placed in the corner. On top of the table was a rather large, pulsating sack from which strange, muffled sounds emanated. Mhaaj’s smile widened as he lifted the sack, revealing a reanimated decaying female head.
"My dear, I have missed you," he said softly, caressing the beheaded zombie, running his fingers through her deteriorating hair. ".. have you missed me?" The disembodied head uttered an otherworldly groan, attempting to bite off the young man’s finger.
"Now, now.. none of that, my love."
He unclasped a small pouch at his side, pulling out small chunks of bloody flesh wrapped in parchment.
"I know it has been a while, and you must be starving," Mhaaj said in a grotesque, loving manner. The disembodied head wailed in ravenous delight as the wizard began to feed it.
".. there we go. I’m sorry I’ve been gone for so long. But don’t worry. Soon my ascendancy into the 8th circle will be complete, and we will have everything we will need."
The decaying head squealed in response, voraciously chewing chunk after chunk of flesh hand-fed from the mage. Despite being dead, it seemed to understand him. Mhaaj inserted the largest chunk into its decaying maw, and moved over to his window while it finished, enjoying the view.
"I just know you’re going to love feeding on your own two feet again, my love. All we need is a body.
.. I think I know just the perfect one."
He inhaled deeply the pungent, decrepit air of the Citadel and exhaled in a pleasurable sigh.
"It has been so long..." he said to himself, moving towards his personal chambers in the forbidden bastion. His room was just as he had left it many months ago, only a small film of dust covered his personal items. Mhaaj smiled, feeling reassured that he was back where he belonged.
The mage placed his belongings down on his bed, and moved over to the unassuming table he had placed in the corner. On top of the table was a rather large, pulsating sack from which strange, muffled sounds emanated. Mhaaj’s smile widened as he lifted the sack, revealing a reanimated decaying female head.
"My dear, I have missed you," he said softly, caressing the beheaded zombie, running his fingers through her deteriorating hair. ".. have you missed me?" The disembodied head uttered an otherworldly groan, attempting to bite off the young man’s finger.
"Now, now.. none of that, my love."
He unclasped a small pouch at his side, pulling out small chunks of bloody flesh wrapped in parchment.
"I know it has been a while, and you must be starving," Mhaaj said in a grotesque, loving manner. The disembodied head wailed in ravenous delight as the wizard began to feed it.
".. there we go. I’m sorry I’ve been gone for so long. But don’t worry. Soon my ascendancy into the 8th circle will be complete, and we will have everything we will need."
The decaying head squealed in response, voraciously chewing chunk after chunk of flesh hand-fed from the mage. Despite being dead, it seemed to understand him. Mhaaj inserted the largest chunk into its decaying maw, and moved over to his window while it finished, enjoying the view.
"I just know you’re going to love feeding on your own two feet again, my love. All we need is a body.
.. I think I know just the perfect one."
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