Raising The Dead

Gimme Time. I am dying

We had known that this day was coming. Despite returning to her old self again, what Eryn had done as the Demon couldn’t be ignored. There were only a few that knew of her intentions, complicated as they were, so it was hard to separate the truth from what people saw. As a Queen, Katalina

I walked into the guest room, where the first things that caught my eye were the neat stacks of papers on the desk and a girl by the window, dressed in a casual, blue blouse and matching skirt. Her clothing seemed odd only to me, as my memories found it rare to see her in

“Chancellor Evers! I need your help over here with the materials!” The commanding voice of a competent secretary broke my train of thought. Though, I had to get used to his new title as he was no longer a mere assistant. Looking briefly toward the raven-haired, sharply-dressed man walking toward me, notebook in hand, I

Seeing that the ordeal was finally over, Cornelius and Katalina came forward. The two of them looked rather exhausted, taking short, gingerly steps as their arms hung weakly at their sides. It couldn’t have been easy expending so much mana to keep Eryn contained, but there was no other way for me to hit her

I rushed forward, throwing another swing at Eryn. Now that I knew exactly what to hit, the mana empowering my strikes would do no damage to her, but only to the foreign god that had integrated itself into her being. However, it knew that would be the case, so it leapt out of the way

Eryn stared at Claude like he had gone crazy. “My turn? For what?” “To purge you of that darkness.” The way that Claude said that made it seem like it was so simple, like the swig of a potion or an elementary recovery spell would do the trick. “What are you on?! I AM the

Darkness enveloped Eryn as soon as she passed through the portal. Her eyes darted between the buildings that were cast in an eerie shadow, an endless night blanketing the town that she made. Here, it was her domain, the only thing she had left, or rather, what she inherited from the Demon. She forced a

A flash of death. Eryn thought it was over once that final blade came down upon her neck. For a while, it seemed like everything was silent and dark, the end of suffering. But then, a glow of purple still illuminated the world, broken as ever. She was conscious, but not fully so. There were

This was the story of a girl who only wanted to live. But her very existence seemed like a curse, causing those around her to succumb to tragedy. First her parents, then her friends and relatives. It seemed like no matter how hard she tried, none of them could be saved. Even when a spark

Chen Shi Yuan prided himself on the impenetrability of his defense, forged through countless training and combat. When it came to being someone’s shield, he fully believed that there would be no equal to break him. Due to Sanshiro’s history of shunning familiar summoning, Chen felt like even Electi were obsolete compared to his ways.