Chapter #3Elvira by: Hole   Elvira was in her room examining all her reagents. “Ceremonial knife? Check. Deadly poison? Check. Phylactery shell? Check.” Currently she was standing in front of the spell circle she had triple checked she had drawn, because if she got it wrong then she wouldn’t get another chance to draw it right. It would be an anticlimactic end to her 18 year long legend.
She was currently in her most lich appropriate clothing: Black boots, fishnet stockings, black spiked bracelets, a black choker, and a black shoulderless dress that left plenty of space for her heart to be carved out, despite how much that put her oversized breasts at risk of popping out. She didn’t need to carve out her heart to become a lich, she just thought it would be cool to keep it on display or use it for something later. But that could be decided another time. For now-
“Riley! You got the potion?”
The zombie and her current best friend held up the vial. “I got it, same as the last 50 times you asked me. You gonna finally drink it?” Riley was her best friend since middle school and shared her interest in necromancy. Not because she was goth and edgy, but because she was a rebellious delinquent who liked breaking the law for fun. She was a real tomboy delinquent and that behavior got her killed when speeding a red light on her 16th birthday. Luckily, Elvira graciously volunteered her for her first revival ritual, and now Riley was both her friend AND unwaveringly loyal undead servant.
Riley hadn’t changed much since that car crash, stuck in her 16 year old body, it was at least tall and quite muscular, which she wasn’t afraid to hide by wearing only jeans shorts and bust wrappings, which also showed off the massive scar across her chest which she thought was ‘badass.’ Her skin was an unhealthy green and her blonde hair had never been fixed since the accident nor had it grown beyond chin length, leaving her other scar on her forehead exposed too.
“In a minute, my undead servant. I just need to… prepare for it. Remember I need to drink the poison right after it.”
“Or are you just chickening out?”
“H-How dare you! I’m Elvira, the soon-to-be most powerful necromancer of all time! Don’t you DARE call me a chicken!”
“Buck buck bacawk! Sounds like a chicken to me!”
“I said not to call me that!”
“I didn’t CALL you chicken, I’m COMPARING you to it.”
“GRRR!!” The problem with having a delinquent as an undead thrall was that she LOVED finding loopholes in her orders. Were she not her friend already and grateful for giving her a second chance in unlife, Riley would’ve probably turned the tables on their master-slave relationship by now.
“That’s enough. I don’t think you’re a chicken Elli.” The third voice in the room was Elvira’s girlfriend, Angela. The preppy girl was in her normal attire: A pink blouse, a tan skirt, white flats, and a white cardigan. Despite being the total opposite of Elvira, Angela somehow managed to convince Elvira to start dating her. Maybe it was just the fact Elvira had a weak spot for cute nice girls despite her dark exterior? Who knows. All that’s certain is that despite Angela having no interest in necromancy, she still took time to indulge her girlfriend in her passion and support her. “Take all the time you need, baby. Riley and I both will be here to help you if something goes wrong,” she said cheerfully ignorant of the true consequences of getting the ritual wrong.
“Yeah yeah, just get this over with, will ya?” Riley snarked. “I know I basically live with you now, but I don’t got all day.”
“Shut up! I’m doing it, I’m doing it.” Elvira took the potion and the poison. According to the instructions, she’d have to drink the poison first, and in the time before it killed her, she would need to draw the blood of a living sentient being (Angela volunteered for that) on the phylactery and then drink the potion so it knows to take her soul when she died. If a single step went wrong, then she would die. Or worse, she’d live and get really sick from the bad poison and not become a lich. Taking one last breath, she took the poison, the knife, and the potion, and stepped into the spell circle. Finally, without giving herself a chance to rethink her decisions, she uncorked the poison chugged it down.
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