Chapter 30 - Necromancy, part 3

What would his father have thought of him?

Had he been alive, he would have disinherited his prodigal son from him and cursed his immortal soul. Right now he must be turning in the grave.

And what would his beloved sister think of him?

The thought of her face haunted by her, horrified at her, was almost enough to make him burst into tears right there.

But the reality was that the blasphemous invocation had failed and he had been saved.

For all the time that he had wondered if he could control his powers, he had never once questioned whether he should.

How could he have been so deluded as to believe that the powers that had awakened within him could be a gift, when they had lain dormant for so long?

They were a curse: a filthy stain on his immortal soul that would require years of penance and restraint to erase. But if that was what it took, Viktor would do that.

The bells had just struck midnight. The skies thundered as the rai

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