Page 32 of The Cruelest Undead
This was payback, and about damn time.
What Mathew didn’t know was she was there with him. Not far away, on a crypt, Fate was enjoying the show as it went down.
“Come on, Mathew. Raise your arms and use some of that Latin. You can do it. Jolie hurt you. Make her bleed. Use your anger. Destroy her,” she cajoled, being that tiny little voice in his head.
He listened to the voice, and it was alluring.
Mathew wanted to do what he could to not only help the beautiful blonde woman, but to also get what he wanted.
PAYBACK.
“Do it,” she whispered. “Do it!”
And he did.
“Veni ad me et consurgam!” he whispered, telling them to rise up and come to him.
The wind began blowing in the empty cemetery all around him as the spell was woven.
“Hunc mundum iterum regemus!”
Fate knew the truth.
She would rule this world again.
Bet.
On.
It.
All around Mathew, the wind got wilder, and the flowers and Mardi Gras beads danced on the crypts making an eerie sound.
“More,” she whispered.
“Iterum do tibi vitam!” he said, giving them life again with those powerful words.
The ground vibrated, and the crypts on the graves shook from the Latin spell.
It was happening.
They were coming forth to do his bidding like he’d asked them too.
He was magick!
He was finally powerful.
From where Fate was perched, she egged him on, whispering even more into his ear.
“You need to offer up some of your blood. Let it drip onto the one crypt. Bring her back to life. Do it! She can help you destroy them! You will be the necromancer that undoes all of Rinnon’s work!”
Hearing her, he did what she asked.
He pulled a silver blade from his pocket and moved to the one dead woman’s crypt.
On it, there were offerings and flickering candles, marking the spot by her followers and tourists.
She was beloved after death more than anyone in this cemetery.
