Necromancer's Descent

84 - Eternal Condemnation

Odelgarde's Point of View

"Hear me!"

The unpleasant call of the divine stirs me from the half sleep I've been trying to maintain. It's been quite a while since I was called like this. It must have been a least a thousand years by now.

I sigh and roll over, trying to ignore the situation.

"Odel"

I click my tongue as Sulon calls me with excitement in his voice.

"Go away, whatever it is, it'll be done in a year."

"No seriously, get up here, something new is happening."

New?

That's unlikely... but Sulon does keep better tabs on what goes on above.

"Hear me, you who gave your lives for this land. I come to end this war, not just a fleeting trice, but to put an end to it, once and for all."

I sit up in the darkness from my remains, seriously?

With a light jump, I return to the surface, to join the throng of the younger, and in particular the newest generation of ghosts. I don't think it's been that long since they died, because the mere presence of soul magic unsettles them.

"Over there, look," Solon says as he puts his hand on my shoulder, and uses the other one to point downhill to a rather fragile looking refugee, whose soul doesn't quite match her silhouette.

"This land is gripped by the darkness, an ancient necromancer, who has loved for thousands of years, and raises the demons you've died fighting, again and again, in a cycle that never ends."

One thing is for sure, it's a necromancer, and one that Morset apparently adores quite a lot, to give her something like Hearts in Union Beyond Death. I haven't seen any necromancer be favored to such a degree ever since the princess started cursing them.

"Look, it's Joshua," Sulon whispers, pointing to one of the two figures standing next to the necromancer.

I can't help but to let out a hum.

Unlike the rest of us, Joshua still has some hope that this hell will end somehow, and spends his time awake, harassing the clergy. To think he found someone he likes enough to stand by them like this... even if he's half our age, he has suffered more than most here. Watching his desperate attempts to get them to fight the princess was one of the most painful things I've watched.

I begin to walk through the crowd of young ghosts, as I watch the necromancer continue, and hear the whispers of 'Saintess' being thrown about.

Morset doesn't choose Saintesses.

Morset only favors.

"I ask you, brave souls who've fought and sacrificed you lives in this war, stand with me one more time, to put an end to this war. Save the land you've fought for, and protect the people you love who are still alive."

It's a misunderstanding, honestly, caused by the princess.

As a part of this hell, the princess demands of Eostra, that the saintess always be from the other world, from where she brought the saintess that started all of this.

This girl isn't a saintess, not even close, but she's favored by Seid. The amount of mana that you can almost feel radiate from here feels life  giving.

Still, it seems like this speech of hers is aimed at the newly dead, rather than those of us who have been here since everything began.

"It won't be the end of all war, it won't be perfect peace, but never again will an entire generation grow up knowing that their lives are sacrifices in an endless war. Never will an entire generation of parents scramble to sacrifice everything to try to make just a single child survive a returning genocide."