In this fantastical world, where magic and darkness intertwined, the necromancer stood as a living embodiment of the eerie and the unholy. His appearance was a testament to his power, a reminder that in the shadows, where life and death converged, he held dominion over the very essence of mortality itself.
"Teach- Teacher?" I stuttered, left utterly defeated at the shocking revelation. Was it my mother who set this up? Was it the school? Was it of his own personal interests? Maybe even the demon king?
"Sorry, kid. Your mother is too powerful for the school to deny any of her requests."
"Just buy her off! She loves money! Why the fuck would you even kill one of my friends just for the sake of this stupid request-"
"Not that one. The other one… I'm sorry. I can't do anything about this, but I can assure you that your friend's soul will be put to good use, serving this utopia that we live in."
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