Science Fiction / What happens when you cross a necromancer?
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Don't worry, corpses can't feel pain. Jasmine Lee flashed her most comforting smile at the nauseated werewolf. Once the life force leaves the body, the synapses are kaput you couldn't get on this dude's nerves if you wanted to. But tension rolled through the poor guy's body and the look on his face said he was either about to blow chunks or bolt. Oh, come on. Shifters have no appreciation for more humor. There's a trash can if you need it. Trace did his first time. A low growl rumbled in Tracy's chest. A chunk of his neck is missing. How could he possibly not feel it when you shove his soul back into his mangled body, synapses could put dead nerves. I thought I explained this already. Let's get it over with. If it's a dog bite, like the coroner claims we'll be on our way. If a shifter did this, we'll have a mess of trouble on her hands. She could practically feel Jax's tensing. Seriously. You could have cracked a walnut between that dude's butt cheeks. She uncovered the top half of the corpse. Jackson's stomach heaved, but he kept his dinner down. Not bad for a first timer naturally the corner doesn't know y'all exist. So he's calling it a dog bite. It happened on a sidewalk in the garden district in the middle of the night. So no witnesses. Those are teeth marks. But it's impossible to tell if a shifter did this or just an animal. We need to talk to him. Jasmine Lee necromancer extraordinaire at your service. There's no such thing as too dead when it comes to me. Fun fact, necromancers could communicate with the dead much more efficiently than mediums. But there was a reason they preferred to reanimate corpses rather than deal with the spirits directly. If she spent too long with a ghost in close proximity, it could drain her energy, increasing its own strength while sucking the life out of her. Spent too long with too many of them and she'd become a ghost herself. Dead is an antique door knocker. Gotta love that kind of irony. Right. Did you know there's never been a soul? I couldn't call back from across the bridge. She paused and tilted her head. Let me clarify. There's never been a soul. I couldn't grab that. Didn't make a deal with the devil before they died. If Satan owns them, no one can call them back. So those people don't really count. Those were the ones she had to catch before the damn meddling. Unfair. Hot reaper snatched them away and Ferried them off to the underworld. Trace. Cleared his throat. Right. Focus jazz. Y'all ready for this. As will ever be Jack said through his clenched teeth, Jasmine took a deep breath, opening her channel to the spirit world, placing her hand on the dead guy's forehead. She absorbed his essence and shuffled through the energy of the spirit world searching for his soul. Oh, this is too easy. He hasn't even crossed the bridge yet. The only way to fuse a soul with a corpse was to shove it in there like an angry housewife stuffing a turkey while her mother in law stood behind her, criticizing her every move. The stiff lifted an arm pressing it against his neck wound. As he attempted to sit up, Jasmine placed a firm hand on his shoulder probably best if you stayed down buddy, I'm not sure your head will stay attached if you move. What happened? An icky sloshing sound came from the wound when he spoke and Jack's gagged. We were hoping you could tell us what happened. You were attacked and you died. Do you remember anything? I couldn't find the light. I've been rolling around the streets but no one can see me. Aren't I supposed to go to heaven now? It wouldn't have surprised her if the reaper showed up that instant snatching the soul away before the werewolves got the information they needed. Not saying a word to her when he did it. That was typical Asher style ever since the incident, the thing that happened between them that she refused to talk about anymore. They used to be friends, good friends. She thought their friendship was turning into something more until he freaked out and don't worry, buddy, it'll all work out. Now, what do you remember about your death? What attacked you? Was it a wolf? No. Baiting the witness trace crumbled. Jasmine rolled her eyes. This isn't a courtroom. Sometimes the dead need a little help remembering. It was my girlfriend's new Rottweiler. She got it a few days after she dumped me. She looked at Trace got what you needed. Yeah, thanks, Jasmine. You know where to send the bill after she signed out and said goodbye to the front desk. She leaned a hip against the release barn and pushed open the front door. Jasmine stopped dead in her tracks. The swarm of ghosts waiting for her in the parking lot froze her to the spot. This was a necromancers nightmare.