Whether Zia wanted a babysitter or not mattered little to Leo. Hunters were a thing that existed and he wasn’t going to let one find the other.
He took a sharp turn, making a beeline for the edge of town. He needed woods and trees and no damn demons trailing after him.
Am finally home from a long and pretty bad shift at work. Please, for the love of my sanity, gimme things to do so I don’t cry.
If you successfully reanimate somebody with their mind and body intact then don’t ever call yourself a necromancer. You’re a fucking cleric and don’t belong in our community.
this is lich-exclusionist and i will not have it, just cause i managed to keep my mind through the process of lichdom it doesn’t make me any less a necromancer, not only that the creation of a cadaver allows me to keep the minds of whoever i reanimate intact but still under my control, reapeat after me 👏IF 👏YOU 👏 REANIMATE👏WITH👏 CONSCIOUSNESS👏YOU 👏 ARE 👏 VALID👏
I am sick of liches derailing my post and making it all about them.
This is a post for necromancers and if you have cast off the shackles of mortality then you can’t still call yourself a necromancer. Undead and necromancer are mutually exclusive identities and if you are a lich you need to make your own community with vampires lords etc. and leave us the hell alone.
Oh and living thralls are NEVER valid. That is enchantment. Read a
grimoire, idiot.
“If Cassiel prefers his chains, so be it. Then again, the little lapdog never did have it as bad as Az did. At least Cassiel had a choice over taking up a sword in carrying out His will instead of being stripped of all agency and forced to be nothing more than a guard dog and a killer.”
“Well, I mean, he’s not allowed to intervene in anything either, is he? That’s got drawbacks of its own. Shit, could you imagine? Befriending someone and then not being allowed to help them if something comes up? Fuck that. Not as bad as the shit deal Azzy got saddled with, but still pretty shitty.”
He kept his commentary to himself as he followed the hybrid. Shutting up wasn’t his strong suit, but even he knew when to stay quiet and Zia clearly wasn’t up for talking.
The longer Leo followed, the more irritated with it Zia became. He didn’t need a goddamn babysitter.
He gave Zia a slight head start beforee heading out after him. Obviously the other needed space but Leo wasn’t just going to leave him completely alone in this emotional state.
The wolf could hear the other following, but he was determined to ignore him as much as humanly possible. He was still tempted to set the damn demon on fire, but what good was that going to do?
“Maybe if you ask nicely,” he returned, more out of reflex than anything else. This wasn’t the time for that kind of joke but he couldn’t stop it.
He didn’t answer as he walked out, the door’s hinges protesting at the force he used. He wasn’t in the mood for this shit.
His eyes rolled and he sat himself down on one of the beds. “Too damn bad. You. Are. Stuck. With. Me.”
“Fuck you,” he shot, grabbing for his jacket and heading for the door. If Leo wouldn’t leave, he damn sure could.
He moved to avoid taking a phone to the face and inched towards Zia. “I’m not fucking leaving and you know I’m not so quit suggesting it.”
“I’m not fucking suggesting, I’m telling!” he snarled, moving away from the other, pacing just a little.
He didn’t flinch at the action, eyes never leaving Zia’s face. As the other pulled away, he crossed his arms over his chest, leaning more comfortably against the wall. “No.”
He chucked his phone at him, not caring if it hit Leo or the wall. He wanted to break things, to set shit on fire, but he couldn’t, not to a hotel room.
