Chapter 1

The dead should stay dead, it is a fact many know to be true. When death hath laid his icy hands on the ones that you love, you may fight him, yell at him, curse him, but you cannot curse the damned. The cannot fight the immortal traveler who roams the earth, ready to take those who have served their time. Perhaps that is why the powerful think they can cheat death, that they can just use their title as a tool to knock on death's front door and demand unspoken. Death never answers and for good reasons. But there are those who still are persistent, I guess that is why I was called here, to this darkness around me which makes my entire body cold. Hands clasping the glass staff in my hands, I allow myself to cross further into a darker magic mother once warned me of. Never allow the temptations to take over, those words spiraling through my mind as I try and remember the woman who raised me. She was a woman who used darkness in her favor, the world seeing her not for the woma