Malfus: Necromancer Unchained: A Grimdark Fantasy Novel (The Damned and the Dead Book 1) by Casey Sutton

Author:Casey Sutton [Sutton, Casey]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Casey Sutton Writes
Published: 2023-06-27T16:00:00+00:00

Inquisitor Deza groaned and clutched his aching head. It throbbed in response. He gritted his teeth and pushed himself to his knees.

The room was dark and damp, smelling like sour wine, moldy books, and onions. Deza felt at his neck. It wasn’t there. His cord was gone.

He reached into the darkness, frantically searching the stone floor. “Where is it?” he hissed.

There was a grating sound as metal slid across stone. Deza sighed in relief as he felt the familiar object through his gloved hand. Four links of brass chain, fused into a diamond—the all-seeing Eye of Vesenia. Its edges had been sharpened with small barbs at their ends: a reminder of the suffering required to remain true to the path of the righteous. He removed his glove, feeling the sharp edges of the links against his fingers. He closed his hand around it, tightening his grip until its burrs dug into his palm. He gripped the symbol even tighter, and the pain faded into a burning warmth. Blood trickled from his clenched fist.

He closed his eyes and clasped his hands. “Blind Mother. I, too, am blind. I beseech you—illuminate the path of your servant with your wisdom.”

The brass amulet bloomed with a golden light, growing warm to the touch, until a gentle amber light filled the room, softening the darkness. Deza searched his surroundings, but didn’t see his keys anywhere.

“Where are they? Those fools don’t know what they’ve done.”

He absently reached down to his belt for his sword. It was gone, too. He clenched his bleeding hand into a fist. They would pay for aiding a heretic. The Colonel, the First Sergeant—the entire battalion would be condemned to the penal colony of Bleakmont, mining arcanull for the rest of their lives. But he would need to escape first.

Deza retrieved his crumpled hat from the floor and placed it back on his head. The room was small, filled with barrels and debris, none of which appeared useful. Its only exit was a narrow set of stairs leading up to a thick wooden door. Getting sufficient strength to kick down the door—or enough momentum to charge at it—would be impossible with those stairs.

Deza felt at a pouch on his belt, relieved that it was still there. He reached inside, his fingers searching its contents. He smiled as they clasped a small glass vial.

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