“Necromancer larvae are created by curse craft, magic that utilizes blashphemous rituals to contort life and dead to something alien. Under the wrong hands it could devastate a whole country, and at worst it could permanently warp the landscape into something uninhabitable. Necromancer larvae are made from the bodies of the ones who practice the dark craft, sacrilege in the eyes of the gods. It is with this reason that anyone who is suspected of having ties with such things must have their bodies incinerated in holy fire, for even in death they could rise again.”

  -Cardinal Pochi

  Trisha

  Who the fuck is this guy?!

  Trisha was absolutely dumbfounded at the new guest. He was messing up her decor and merging with an aesthetic that doesn’t vibe with hers. Though she had to admit, the horns and bat wings were totally cool.

  She was almost done infecting the scum around her with larvae, when all of a sudden, a wacko broke her window and proclaiming to be the bandit king. She knew she should’ve fortified her defenses tonight.

  “Servants! Defensive maneuver 5!”

  Her servants slipped in out of nowhere carrying swords, shields, halberds, and crossbows. They surrounded the intruders with sharp and pointy blades. If this guy thinks they could interrupt her grand plan when it was almost done, then they got another thing coming.

  The maids and butlers launched crossbow bolts at the intruder, while the others advanced to cleave the cloaked figures in two.

  “Goons! ‘Shadow Slumber’ now!”

  The sound of broken glass permeated the air as smoke filled her sight. One by one the nobles in the corners of the room fell down to the floor. They snored like babes fed copious amounts of goat milk, that is to say really really fast. She quickly covered her face with her sleeves.

  Shit sleeping gas.

  After the last noble fell asleep, only she and her servants remained conscious. She took out a yellow and green stone from her various rings and held it up. It shone like a star in the dark gray cover that surrounded them. Air swirled around them and suddenly a small trunade blew the smoke away from the room to reveal the intruders. Her spellstone, which was very expensive, lost it’s luster and turned gray. It would take some time for it to be usable again.

  The winged man clapped his hands slowly, seemingly amused at her little trick.

  “I knew it wouldn’t be this easy. Bravo lady Trisha, you have my undivided attention. Unfortunately, a few armed maids and butlers wouldn’t be enough to save you. I suggest you give up now.”

  She mentally commanded her maids to kill the man. Several hidden weapons appeared and shot towards the man. Each blade and needle was coated in cursed blood, allowing the man to submit to her will.

  Suddenly the chairs, tables, and broken wooden planks floated near the man to block the projectiles. The man was still smiling.

  Suddenly metal nets were thrown at her and her servants. They were weighed down by metal balls, pinning them down to the ground.

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  “Tsk tsk tsk I’m disappointed. How could someone not understand they’re outmatched. Give up dear, it’d save us all the trouble.” The man said as his goons laughed in the back ground.

  Trisha was incredibly furious at the mans words. First, a beast tide suddenly appeared near her land, costing her a lot of time and resources. Then she had a shortage of decent makeup for the past month. Then, she just had to have some nobody interrupt her plans. Plans that have been brewing for a long time, one that would make her the queen of the continent.

  She wouldn’t have such a twink mess her plans, not when she’s this close. She laughed with a mix of fury and amusement. This guy doesn’t understand who he’s dealing with. She turned to the last noble that was unconscious on the ground and noticed a twitch of the leg.

  She smiled, one of joy and malice.

  It’s time.

  She took out a black tongue and, with grim determination, swallowed it. She felt it in her bones, a power that could enrapture her very psyche, one that tainted her mind, body, and soul. Euphoria filled her eyes and songs of forbidden knowledge pulled her thoughts to places where no human should ever traverse. She has descended and there is no going back.

  “Vilinith Itirith Vithus Portas” She began mumbling ancient words of power. The unconscious nobles and servants suddenly began violently thrashing. Squirming larvae pierced their skin and started raising their form from the ground. Then creatures sprouted from every orifice they had.

  “Curse craft...” Knives said in a low voice. He expected the lady to possess magic and maybe some artifacts, but never something so malicious and depraved. He turned to his allies closest to the woman and started to get worried.

  “Fall back! Everyone retreat! Get out of the mansion!”

  But he was too late. Long worms exploded out of the servants and pierced his nearby goons. Number 1 shredded the worms that came close to him using the floating splinters. His damaged goons screamed with their eyes turned back. Flesh and bone wrapped and warped as the infected rose from the ground.

  Many of them have centipede like creatures replacing their heads, many are bisected in the middle to reveal a mouth of bone and flesh, and many more shamble toward them with broken bodies.

  Knives sees his men fall like flies as their bodies are puppeteered into the facsimile of beasts. Anger and regret boiled beneath his face. He took out his sword and looked at the woman mumbling jabber.

  In a flash he went forward and stabbed his saber towards her heart. The metal blade grew hot, hot enough to warp the air nearby. It glowed till the sizzle of skin, hair, and cloth filled the air. He uttered a word with tears in his eyes, half with sorrow at his fallen men and half with anger at himself.

  “Lilium”

  Fire burned around him like a flower of searing wrath. It charred the woman and her servants to black. It spewed out sparks that burned him, that burned his fingers, yet his anger still refused to calm.

  Number 1 grabbed knives away fro the bonfire, away from the woman.

  Trisha felt the fire, felt the blade, and she didn’t care. She knew she was finally free from death. So she laughed. She laughed despite no longer having a throat. She smiled despite having her teeth and eyes burned like coal. She felt free despite being melted to the stone.

  Countless worms spewed out from her throat and took knives’ blade and snapped it in half. She grew wings reminiscent of flies. Her bones and flesh replaced by writhing life and fecundity. Her new worm-formed hair spread like thin nerves that grasped to sense the world. Her teeth once pristine and white, now replaced by insect chitin. She grew a crown of insect limbs that brushed against her scalp. Her eyes, once green like gems, were now coumpound eyes, composed of millions upon millions of small corneas. A black tongue crawled out of her burned throat with legs and latched unto her jaw. It devoured the blackened pieces of her old tongue and replaced it, like those of the fish parasites, the tongue eating louse.

  She has descended and there was no turning back.

  She has descended and there was no turning back.

  She has descended and there was no turning back.

  She emerged from the heap of worms as a new woman. She looked as if a nude goddess had been birthed unto their realm, but everyone present knew that whatever she was would no longer be considered close to divine.

  “Demon! Number 1 kill her!”

  Number 1 looked at the woman and put himself between knives. Wooden pulp around them turned to splinters, turned to planks, turned to blades. The old man moved his hands quickly and gracefully and used the floating blades to cut the woman to bits. Hundreds of spinning blades reduced her to mulch.

  But it felt too easy, far too easy. Trisha felt all the cuts, yet she knew deep down that all this meant nothing. Nothing could kill her now. She has descended and there was no turning back.

  “Hahahaha!” The shredded meat below laughed and quickly reformed to the malefic form that Trisha had.

  “Useless, useless, useless, so Bandit King it seems you are outclassed and outmatched, I suggest you give up now.” She said with a grin. She was well and truly unkillable. No fire or blade could fully end her, and no pain could break her. She was unstoppable.

  She snapped her fingers and every undead creature flew into a blind frenzy. They swiped and clawed at anything with a heartbeat.

  “Gaah!” ”What happened to your arm?!” “It hurts!”

  The nobles have woken up from their slumber. Many of their kind were slowly transforming to undead with larvae being seen visible climbing through their veins. Some of them of military background took out their belts and formed tourniquets to temporarily impede the spread. Some who weren’t as fortunate found themselves moving without their input.

  Her servants, now transformed to monstrous beings, fought the man’s goons as they retreated.

  I think it’s time to spread my gifts to the land.

  Tonight would be a night of bloodshed and undeath. This would be the birth of the maggot queen.