Records of the Afterlife: The Necromancer by Waylon Douglas Mann

Author:Waylon Douglas Mann [Mann, Waylon Douglas]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2023-09-23T16:00:00+00:00

XXVIII

“Three of them?” Amara replied in shocked disbelief. “How have you met three when we ourselves only know of two?”

“And we can be quite sure that he has not made contact with either,” Sir Stannard added.

“How can you be so sure?” I questioned.

Amara sighed. “Because of the nature of who they are. Allow me to explain.”

“The Azraels we know of are Azrael Number One, nicknamed ‘The Fallen Reaper’ and an Azrael we don’t know the number for, nicknamed ‘The Doll Maker.’ If you had met the Reaper, you would’ve known because he would’ve forced you cold immediately. He’s known as the strongest Azrael and does not spare mercy to anyone who’d dare follow me. The Doll Maker, however, secludes herself away in a forest, making, as her nickname implies, dolls. We only know of her through stories and rumors, so it’s hard to even say she really exists. Nobody who enters the forest she lives in ever leaves, and, if they do, they don’t remember anything about what it was like while they were there.”

Dolls creeped me out, so the thought that there was an Azrael that specifically made them made me uneasy, somehow even more so than the “strongest Azrael” that clearly wanted me cold. However, a thought did occur to me.

“Is there any intel on an Azrael made of metal?” I asked.

“Made of metal…,” Sir Stannard muttered aloud. “It couldn’t be! The Royal Guard?!”

Amara nodded. “I’d have to agree.”

“When did you meet a man made of metal?” Lina queried.

“At the bar we went to. There was a man no less than ten feet tall. He introduced himself as ‘Chris’ but left without saying too much. We thought it was weird, but I never thought to bring it up,” I explained before turning my attention back to Amara. “Mistress, do you know him?”

“Not personally,” Amara admitted before explaining her theory. “His story is far from lavish, but I’ll share it.”

“Long ago, a Royal Guard was charged with defending a Frost Queen. He did so valiantly and, as a reward, was given a Flakette. These are small beings of living Ice and are the highest honor that can be given by a Frost Queen. He cherished it. However, he had to travel a lot. His next duty location was in an area not fit for a Flakette. He wished to bring it anyway, and so, despite the warnings of his peers, took it with him, and it melted. Due to having caused a Flakette a completely avoidable end, he was punished by eternal Ice. This punishment entails a Frost Queen lowering a being’s temperature to absolute zero. The Royal Guard, a being that typically stands fifty feet tall and is made of hollow, thick metal, began to collapse as the metal he was made out of constricted and condensed until he was a solid, humanoid chunk of metal. Everyone assumed he had gone cold. However, rumor had it that his soul still existed within his immovable body because the only

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