There are many kinds of spirits in the world. I almost wana describe them as species but that's not quite correct. When a person dies, there spirit normally ushers to the next life. That bright light at the end of the tunnel. A fresh slate... or what i assume is a fresh start for the wayward souls that make the trip seamlessly. However, sometimes its not the case, and the soul can latch to the current world.

When this happens, they can take various forms. Some, vengeful and violent. Others, lost and scared. And then there's these little fellahs. Wisps. lost souls who simply linger and haunt. Have you ever had someone close die, and yet you feel at peace, and can sometimes feel there presence with you? This is often a wisp. They tend to haunt the locations of there last resting place, but with how free these souls are, they often tie themselves to places, people and so on. Perhaps the most flexible ghost type you can find, as there emotional ties can bring them what they want in death.

My job as necromancer is not to diddle with these poor vagrants. They are simply lost on there path, and need someone to guide them to there next life. I have found that, simply being able to commune with them is enough to bring them peace. A final chance to speak of there lives, or deaths, before sending them onwards. So, here i am once again. In the night, lurking in a graveyard with my palm bleeding, to allow my own soul to speak out into the spirit plane.

Found three of the little guys this time. First ones name was Talia. She was on a date with a lover, when a mugger turned up. Scared and frightened she hoped her date would protect her. He did not... much to my disdain and anger. She doesn't remember much, as is often the case. Death doesn't do well for little details. She remains worried for her partner, scared he hasn't seen him. Souls in this existence often cannot interact with one and other, tho there can be circumstances were they isn't the case. I assured her i would find him and let him know she still cared. Thankfull, she let me usher her on. I hope she finds someone fucking better in her next incarnation...

The second one didn't have a name. the guys been here a while and he cannot remember for the life of him... or... death of him... sod it, sticking with it. He used to be a builder, and the last thing he remembers was a loud crash, people yelling to look out. Doesn't take a galaxy brain to figure were that ended up. Asked him why he didnt go to the light and, the poor creature said he still had work to do. Took a little talking but, managed to bring him some peace knowing the job would be done without him. Even in death, the guy cared about his job. I can respect a man who takes pride in his work, even to this extent.

I should note that, ushering souls to the next life takes it out of me. my very soul needs to act as a slingshot of sorts, to help coax them towards the light. i duno if theres a better way to describe it but, imagine your very being acting as a conduit between the physical, spectral, and the void. And in the void is a bright light, a beacon to guide them. by giving them energy from my own spirit, i help them move on. it can be taxing, but the soul is a wellspring of energy. takes time to recover when i use too much, so these sessions tend to be short.

The last one was the boyfriend to the girl... When he mentioned his name, at first i was sympathetic. But experience has taught me to be smarter with waybound souls. Many rely on trickery to get what they want, especially when a physical form is able to interact with them. This... thing, was a vile man. He made sure i was similar to him, curious to the extents i would go to in order to achieve a profit of any kind. A little word play here and there, and he began to spill his dam spiritual guts. Talia was a mark. And the robber was his accomplice. The plan was to lure her to the ally and rob her, whilst he remained to comfort her afterwards, eventualy using the experience to break it off and find some other poor sap. Unfortunately, these two thieves were not quite as thick together, and the robber ended up killing her first, before turning to gun on him.

This was soon after speaking to Talia. I know for sure that he could feel my rage building. He wanted revenge on the robber, for stabbing him in the back as he did. Offended that this happened to him, making it out like he was the victim of all this. His desire to shift blame from himself made my stomach turn. But, this is my job. A duty i have taken on myself.

The things i was tempted to do. Drain him of his essence and leave him as a barely functioning soul.. to torment him in his death, simply to leave him in anguish and never let him have peace. But i am a necromancer. One who gives life to the dead one last time so they can achieve there peace. And despite my hate for this scum... Haaris would receive a peace he doesn't deserve. I assured him, that enough time has passed since his death, that his accomplice is more then likely already deceased. That wasn't enough for him, so i tried a different angle, telling him that i spoke to Talia, of how she was still looking for him, even in the afterlife. This oddly settled him... did he actually care for her? A bit late but, at least there was something redeeming about this figure... or perhaps he simply saw it as a chance to not be alone. i cannot say for sure.

Haaris took the longest time to persuade into the light, but eventually, his spirit was eased and he moved on. Sometimes, this job is hard. The power i have is one i need to resist, and not give into temptation to abuse it. That is how my title has always been seen, power hungry maniacs who thrive on there new dominion over the dead, to use them however they want. But its not what i shall do with it.

I will be better.

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This was a fantastic commission from a freind,  GenghisConz showing me doing what i do as my job implies. :3 talking with souls and putting them to rest.