I once had a family that I loved. A husband, a daughter, and a mistress…they were take by a sickness so terrible it seemed unnatural. Devastated, I hid their bodies and pursued an ancient evil, a power I thought could return them to me. I studied for years, absorbing all I could about the darkest magics. Thought lost, I finally unearthed the manuscripts I had searched for, the key to raising the dead.
I performed the rituals detail within my new treasure, and each ritual took a piece of my soul. I could feel myself changing, growing more powerful, but also cold. My emotions dulled, my desire to see my family faded, and an unstoppable hungry for power took hold. I no longer age, I no longer require sustenance, I only feed on knowledge.
