Mask of Remembrance

 

The night was thick with fog and the light from the crescent moon dim. The perfect night for exploring an ominous, derelict mansion. Chaz had suggested it, much to the disinterest of his friend Deiser. A human with infinite curiosity, Chaz was always seeking out an adventure where he could see it, especially if there was the chance for the supernatural as he would say. Deiser, being a wolfman, could smell the scent of BS from a mile away. Well, typically that is. There was something odd emanating from this abandoned dwelling, but he couldn’t put his nose on it.

Chaz excitedly sprinted towards the house, his athletic body displaying well-honed strength through its perfect runner’s form. He was always dressed light, wearing form-fitting shorts and Ts no matter the weather, with only a windbreaker jacket for nights like tonight. His black hair he always kept buzzed, keeping things as simple as the rest of his look. The most remarkable features on him were his eyes, big with vibrant blue pupils.

Deiser stood out most between the two, being a wolfman and all. It wasn’t a rare sight, but humans were certainly the majority. He possessed all the distinctive trademarks of wolf ears, digitigrade legs and a big, bushy tail. His hands, while leaning human, had flourishes of the wolf through thicker fingers with slightly padded tips brandishing sharp nails that leaned closer to claws. The brown hair on his head was shaggy but naturally held up similar to a mohawk, with his bangs being swept over his muzzle. The hair stood out enough from the similarly brown fur of his body as it had a certain sheen like a mane. As for his clothing, while he dressed as casual as his friend, he definitely stepped things up in sophistication outside from being barepaw. He wore brown dress pants held up by a black leather belt with a buckle. The plainest of his attire was a white t-shirt, but he wore it beneath a large, opened black coat, with rolled up sleeves, that draped past his hips.

The wolf man calmly made his way into the entrance of the mansion well behind his friend who was already zipping from one sight to the next. It personally looked unintriguing to him, but he was happy for Chaz all the same. It really was a large, expansive relic from the past, rich with history and dust, and the smell of rotting wood. It had seen better days for sure, but it fit the bill for spooky, filled with a treasure trove of old items. In the end that was all his friend could hope for.

“Hey, I’ll take downstairs you take upstairs! Okay?” Chaz enthusiastically ordered. It seemed the treasure hunt was on.

“Sure thing.” Deiser replied. “I know exactly what you like, so I’ll keep my eyes peeled.”

He slowly made his way up the creaky, winding stairwell, feeling the once lavish wood sink with each step. Once at the top Deiser had a choice between two hallways. They looked practically the same, but one was giving off that feint whiff he had picked up on earlier, a smell he couldn’t describe. Thinking the curiosity of his friend must be contagious he followed his ventursome nose.

Reaching the end of the hallway, he came across yet another room filled with abandoned furniture and trinkets. It was so littered with junk that he almost tripped over an old sewing machine. Thankfully his wolf eyes provided him ample vision in the dark, so dodging the clutter was no issue. Taking a good look around the room revealed even more distinctly feminine trinkets. Many gowns and dresses, remains of makeup kits in front of a shattered mirror above a desk. However, there were some scarier curiosities too. There was an abundance of animal skulls and bones organized in boxes and opened chests, some strung together to imitate jewelry. Several old, dusty orbs and weirdly shaped minerals and rocks sat in one corner underneath a skull themed dreamcatcher faintly swaying from the ceiling.

The smell he had been picking up on was strong within the room. Noticing a broken shelving display on one side of the wall though, he caught a blast of the scent, it hitting him like a gust of wind. It was like a gentle perfume tingling in his nostrils. It was hard to describe and he was surprised he didn’t find the smell more revolting. It was alluring despite everything in his senses registering it as fowl. He followed it to the source and found an interesting mask tucked next to some books on a shelf.

The mask was the source for sure, its odorous aura potent and throbbing. It was crafted in the visage of a cream-skinned woman with ice-blue eyes that shimmered, giving off a sultry, playful stare. Her smile was restrained and quietly cunning. She gave the impression of a powerful, mature woman who schemed, who toyed, who was in control. The craftsmanship made her seem so real, the latex molded perfectly to capture her complexion, and the mask’s long, purple locks that spilled off the shelf to the floor below looking as real as any real head of hair. The hair looked smooth and possessed a sheen, as if it were brand new. In fact the entire mask looked far cleaner than anything else Deiser had seen in the mansion.

“Curious… though not really something Chaz would wear.” he said, turning his back on the mask and ignoring its odd scent.

After taking another quick look around he was about to leave the room until he heard a strange rustling from behind him. Glancing back towards the shelves he noticed the mask had just fallen to the ground. Picking it up though, he wondered if it was the same one from before, if his eyes had deceived him. What had once been a human faced woman was now a silver fur wolf face with the same purple hair. It had to be the same mask as it gave off the same smell. And those eyes, those alluring eyes… that stared deep into your soul…

Deiser’s heart was thumping fast. He couldn’t rationalize why, only knew what he felt. The mask, now looking fit for his own kind, compelled him to wear it. A sense of affection poured towards him through its eyes. Why would a mask have no eyeholes—no he had to focus! He had to focus on the eyes, the silky hair, the wolf woman’s captivating, spectral embrace.

He couldn’t control himself, turning around the mask as if commanded by it. Staring into its polished insides he felt excited knowing it soon would meet his fur. Slowly he put it on, savoring the textural feeling until the mask suddenly yanked of its own accord, suctioning onto his face!

Its embrace was tight, yet warm, giving a gentle massage as it nestled into place over the contours of his face. After it settled down he panicked, tugging at the mask to no avail. His claws tried prying at the borders of it, but the material laid flat like a second skin. Composing himself with a series of long breaths, he then began to look around the room for anything he could use to help remove the troublesome guise.

Making his way back around the room, items that once seemed to be junk began to ignite nostalgic feelings within him. The familiarity felt like a long held memory, like an adult walking through their old room as kid. It was pleasant, but foreign as far as he was concerned. He had no connection to these items. Besides, he was supposed to be finding a way to remove the… huh?

Deiser had forgotten what he was here for. Even placing his hand upon the mask registered nothing for him, thinking that he put it on willingly for fun. His head felt a buzz, and he brought his other hand up to grip the mask.

“Wait no. Uhn, this place… Oooh…”

He felt shivers through his body, a sensual energy pulsating within him. The wonderful chills made his muscles expand and contract again and again, each time siphoning bits of his masculine mass. After several rounds his body was starting to look a lot slimmer.

Despite the unceasing sensation, Desier felt he should focus and keep looking around. This room and these belongings, it had been so long. Surely this delight he was feeling was merely the mingling with his past. Seeing these items again was like meeting an old friend.

“Ah! One of my bracelets.” Deiser remarked with a smile, picking up a helix shaped bracelet made of small bones.

After slipping it onto his wrist, both his arms lightly vibrated. Sounds of popping joints and cracking bones could be heard while his shoulders dipped, elbows became more flexible, and fingers shrank.

“Wait. I never owned a—guh! Ooohh! Mmph! Mmmm…” Deiser protested, before succumbing to a pleasurable collection of jolts that accompanied every change to his body.

The bracelet loosened upon his wrist as it trimmed down, sliding down towards his contorting paw. The padding upon the palm started to fade, on both of his paws. Each swollen nub of his fingers deflated, eventually fading beneath his fur. In disbelief he brought his hands back to his face, feeling nothing but the skin of the mask. The mask had started to tug against him and with each instance came more warmth and more memories of the room that he had forgotten.

“Hoooh…. Oooohh! Oh god… Oooh yes! I… I! Aaaahn!”

The pleasure became more intense, causing his canine dick to swell to a rise in his jeans. Backing into a wall, overwhelmed with ecstasy, he patted at the tent of his jeans, panting like a needy dog. His panting quickly turned to more human-like heavy breathing though, as the mask continued to compress on his face—his constrained muzzle being driven closer in towards his skull, losing its animalistic allure along the way. The smaller it became, the more right it felt for him, his canine teeth, which now felt brutish and ugly to him, shrinking and flattening into more harmless nubs. The canines in the top and bottom front corners of his mouth though, remained fiercely pointed, a visible part of him not so willing to sway.

Deiser wondered how long he could hold out. Not that there was anything wrong with this, he was simply curious how long his dick could hold it in. All his flesh and mass was wriggling, his bones shaking and creaking. His body was being squeezed in order to force an unneeded substance out of him.

“It’s coming! Oh yes! It’s-aahn! I-I’m cuhumiiingh! Aaaaah!” Deiser howled in bliss, feeling a giant load jettison from his cock. He moaned relentlessly, more and more spunk firing out, each one heavier and thicker than the last until crescendoing with a runny, liquid release that flooded his pants.

Deiser leaned spent against the wall, rubbing his now flatter tummy which had moments ago felt as if it was expelling all its muscle and fat through his dick. His head was fuzzy from the release, but he had no time to collect himself as another reverberation rattled him, this time focusing on his spine and sides of his torso.

“Oh wow, hooh! T-There’s more? Aaah! Oooh!”

A few more howls released from his mouth as his spine and sides snapped inwards, bestowing distinctly feminine curves upon his now lithe figure. The rush of blood to his head had him reeling but relishing.

“Who knew a return to my old stomping grounds would be such a love affair. Heh, I can be quite the naughty girluuh… guy?”

Deiser shook his head, knowing he was forgetting something important.

“Right… right! I was revisiting my old room here. And coming across so many wonderful old trinkets of mine.” he said, pushing any worry to the side.

Looking down at the ground he spotted the broken remains of a decorative belt and what looked to be a dirty purple crop top.

“It really does take me back,” he muttered with a grin, his manner of speaking softening and presenting a more concise and seductive tone. “To my days of necromancy.”

With a flick of his wrist, Deiser conjured energy around his hands and pointed them down at the dusty belt and top. He willed them into the air, the same purple glow permeating from his fingers surrounding the apparel. As the clothing reached the spots on his body he intended to slip them onto however, he was surprised at the garments already adorning him.

“Since when did I wear such ratty garbs?” He commented, appalled at what he saw.

With a snap of his fingers he set the clothing ablaze in purple flames, quickly simmering into tatters. Some tatters remained though and hung from his body torn, yet stylish. They suited themselves well for the many articles of old clothing and jewelry he was finding around the room and adding onto his body. Two gold arm bracelets were clamped onto his upper arms, holding in place his shirt-now-sash fluttering elegantly from each arm and around his back. His pants had become a collection of torn material similar to his sash, now draping as a lavish loincloth from beneath his decorative belt down to his bare paws.

By the time a pair of purple and gold lower leg bracers adorned with bony horns at the front were added to his figure, the warmth from earlier returned to his lower extremities. Deiser welcomed it openly, calmly letting it wash over him, only moaning as if caught within an afterglow. His feet were humanizing now, his raised ankles and heels being pulled lower towards the ground. Soon the front of his paws weren't able to hold his weight and so they buckled and joined flat onto the surface with the back sides of them. Once comfortably grounded they began to shrink and take on a more human shape. The nubs of his feet faded like with his hands, sinking beneath his fur which was thinning.

Paying little attention, Deiser focused instead on lowering the last bit of his former outfit. He rested with his magic a skull and bones collared necklace above the croptop, as well as some head decor—a purple, swirling pair of ram horns with a giant skull attached to each.

“Muuuch better.” He cooed, giving his magic a rest as he grabbed a pair of bone earrings. The massive loss of fur to his body—now existing more as patches and tuffs around key contours—was ignored by him, feeling completely natural.

After attaching the earrings to his still raised doggy ears he felt tugs to his face once more, the mask making another series of moves. He backpedaled with his now human feet and clutched at the mask lovingly with his hands. It was a nostalgic rush, as if rediscovering a sexually charged moment within his youth, his face being crushed and molded into his ideal self from that point in his life. He couldn’t recall it in full at the moment but it was returning quickly, a time when he was all powerful, a time when she was free.

Her exposed cock quickly went hard again, tenting her loin cloth. It was flushed by a rush of doubts in need of being expelled. Almost all of Deiser’s worries were flowing down a drain as the mask upon her face and the features beneath them were caught between human and wolf, a smaller muzzle curling into a smile as the wet nose above dried and was enveloped by human skin.

“It has been an age, guh oooh! Please! I n-need releeeasaaah!” She moaned, her voice cracking upwards into a softer, androgynous howl.

Her cock sullied the cloths hanging from her belt with male seed, the back of her mind growing more and more at ease with each load. She encouraged it further by beating herself off, dick held within the loin cloth like a makeshift condom. It was the most she’d ever came in her life, a hefty balloon of spillage sagging from her cock, equal parts thick and watery.

As the mask finally settled down on her face, not quite human yet, she let go of her dick, letting the contents of her soft condom spill onto the ground with a wet splash. She wriggled her toes, delighted at what was pooling beneath them.

Stretching out her slender arms she said, “Hell, I feel anew! But by the howling winds I’m so turned on.”

Rubbing softly at her cock again she could feel it inflate for another round. However, she was craving a different itch. It was then that she vaguely recalled a man being in the building with her.

“Oh, I’d forgotten. My… friend was it? Chaz! Yes… a man like that. He will turn out a fine pet.”

***

“That’s it… come closer my pet.”

Deiser gestured to Chaz with an outstretched hand, having put him under a spell. She had found him wandering downstairs and wasted no time making her move while her loins still burned with creative juices. The poor thing was helpless against her magic, stumbling forward in a daze, unsure exactly of what had a pull on him. All the while he mumbled about what was happening and where his friend had gone.

“Oh, but I’m right here my Chaz.” Deiser cooed, feeling Chaz’s cheek meet her hand’s caress, her fingers lightly gripping.

“No, you’re not… Deiser…” Chaz grumbled, confused by the masked figure in front of him. Before he could mutter anything further he felt a charge of energy pummel him from the mysterious person’s hand.

His eyes widened a violent sparks of what felt like electricity flowed through him. It brought a fiery heat to every one of his nerve endings, a pleasant heat though that immediately spurred his dick to attention and caused his breathing to labor. It was like taking the full brunt of numerous orgasms all in an instant, but without the release.

Deiser held her plaything firmly within her spell while admiring his eyes rolling into the back of his head in bliss. Magic poured from her hand into his body, her desire for a cute pet melding itself within his very being quickly. She had no time to waste after all; she was horny beyond all reason after all.

The intense overload of magic incinerated Chaz’s clothing, sending tatters flying across the room, leaving his body exposed to the chilled air. This only sent the pleasure he was feeling into overdrive, every inch of his skin throbbing, every muscle twitching, every bone creaking. He couldn’t see what was happening, but he could feel it, his body shifting under the oppressive force of a cuter feminine voice trying to batter away at every thought within his mind. Whoever this woman was she spoke with a chipper tone, and imitated the cries and purrs of a cat in some instances even. She wanted him to submit to master, to become her plaything, to let go and have fun. But, this wasn’t fun, was it? It couldn’t be, this wasn’t natural. And yet the pleasure only grew, his heart thumping with joy!

It was too late for Chaz to resist as his body fervently bent to the magic’s will, especially in his ass and chest. He became more slender, mass being siphoned from his frame, with some of it wriggling towards other parts of his body and packing in as expanding fat. Deiser groped one of his still growing, perky breasts, feeling it expand beneath her fingers till it stopped short of being too large to palm. His ass was grabbed next just as his hips snapped wide, his body bucking in reaction, backside snapping into a delectable curve. His cheeks had become quite the highlight, heftier than his chest and with tightly packed fat layered from cheek to cheek. His thighs were no slouch either, the magic making sure they presented nice and thick beneath that posterior, showing they had the girth to carry such an asset.

Deiser felt Chaz starting to struggle, but enforced her will by backing him into a wall. She could feel his lips plumping up beneath her thumb tracing it and hear the many pops of the bones in her face as it shifted towards her desired cuteness. Shimmering pupils, bubbly cheeks, as well as a couple cute fangs reminiscent of a cat’s poking out from his mouth were some of the highlights. Soon enough the moans being released from him sounded like the serenade of a woman and she figured his mind wasn’t going to hold out much longer.

“N-Nyaaaah! Ooooh my!” Chaz yelled, his voice giving off a cat-like inflection as if off instinct. Something broke within his mind, all thoughts drifting towards this person in front of him and to act as a good little pet for her.

“Mmm, my darling kitty wakes. Does she wish to play?” Deiser teased.

After a brief loud purr Chaz replied, “K-Kitty, yes! Guh, nyaaaooo! Not, kitty!”

He was appalled by the overly cutsey tone spilling from his lips, but the pleasure wouldn’t stop, neither would the voice in his head telling him to let go.

“I suppose that’s true,” Deiser replied, rubbing the back nub of her friend’s spine as it began to pierce the skin, a small tail appendage sprouting out. “You don’t look the part, surely. But there resides an animal within you dear… and she’s mine~.”

Chaz helplessly purred as he felt a tail grow out from above his behind. The longer it became the more Deiser began to stroke at and tease it. Fur covered it quickly, a dark coat, black as night. As if to match, Chaz’s hair became stained in the same black color, also becoming thicker and falling longer from his head down past his shoulders.

Deiser giggled and said, “My my. The whines of the feline spill freely from you.”

Chaz was barely hanging on, the voice in his head pounding like symphony drums. He could feel her, the catgirl slipping herself into his skin. Her tail wriggling out of his control, growing longer. Her ears, fidgeting to their Master’s every word as they emerged from his own, yanking themselves towards the top of his head as a pair of perky cat ears. Thankfully that seemed to be all of his humanity that was being stripped, save for clawed fingernails and toenails, as well as a few tuffs of black cat fur creeping from between his chest and around his lower abdomen.

As the changes to Chaz’s body began to settle, all the heat began to concentrate on one particular place… his dick. It was so much at once that he couldn’t help but give in to the unbearable heat and came profusely, right onto the body of Deiser standing before him. All the while he mewled like a needy kitty.

“By the dead you are starving for Master’s touch!” Deiser said with a smirk. “I’ll rid you of that detestable pike at once.”

“N-Noo… Not, kitty! M-Masteeeer!”

“Shh. I know, I know. Master is here.”

Deiser gently placed a hand under the balls of Chaz and directed a final surge of magical energy into them, causing them to shrivel fast and tuck themselves inward. Chaz was sent into a frenzy once more, moaning his heart out as he felt his balls shift inside him, nestling to the far corners of his lower abdomen. All the while he could feel his dick tugging inward, shrinking as it endlessly came, the loads growing thicker for a few moments before the viscosity was washed away by streams of feminine juice. It all spilled straight onto the delighted Deiser, whose laughs from beneath the mask reverberated with ominous allure.

She looked down at the stubborn cock of her friend wasting away, licking her chops as it was slurped up by a moist maw forming between his legs. The lovely noises her pet made were music to her ears, but it seemed not yet to the pet itself. Her catgirl looked distraught despite the relentless moans she was letting out, even as their dick took the final plunge, leaving them a slave to their first mind numbing orgasm as a woman.

Chaz fell to the ground in exhaustion and Deiser followed them, salivating over them like they were prey. She slipped her erect cock shallow into the tight virgin slit of Chaz, letting her settle into the sensations. She then decided to poke further away at any remaining resistance by bestowing upon her cute kitty a name.

“So Chelsie, how does it feel? Such a body craved by your master is now yours. Does it not please you?”

The new name stuck immediately like a harsh order upon her psyche, yet Chelsie replied, “Nya, nyoo! This is wrong! Pwease stop Deiser!”

Hearing her friend call them out by their name triggered a vestige of something within their mind, their old self awakening within a blink. The sense of excitement hadn’t faded, but for the briefest moment Deiser could feel something was wrong, that something didn’t fit. Their own name felt ill fit even, not becoming of a lady at all. But they weren’t a lady… were they?

“I’m Deiser? No… I’m… Adira? S-Something’s not right!”

Chelsie cried out for her friend to remember who they were, to stop before it was too late.

Holding their head for a moment Deiser struggled for an answer, until finally coming to one.

“No… No this isn’t right… I must drive deeper~.”

Upon the utterance of her intent, her voice shifted into that of a booming feminine shriek while magic activated within her eyes. Deiser’s voice, his entire persona, was crushed under the full brunt of the Necromancer’s magic and Adira emerged, chuckling as the former wolfman’s body came under her control.

Chelsie could only watch in horror and then recoil in pleasure, as Adira plunged deep into her folds, sending her over an edge she could not return. Her mind knew only obedience in that moment, thankful to the master bestowing upon her such wonderful ecstasy. Nothing else mattered, her mind resigning fully to the role of a cute, horny pet.

The necromancer formed a duet with her pet’s luscious moans. She knew who she was now, no longer blinded by the trappings of the horny mutt she once was. All that was left to be done was to remove her from that body all together, and the mask she wore was dedicated to the job, feeling her magic pour out from it and tingle throughout every pore of her body.

Adira’s moans cascaded as the mask gripped tightly yet again, causing an extreme burst of pleasure that felt directly linked with her plowing her pet. Every tug and pull to her face, every pleasant tremor coursing through her muscles, were powered by her quickening thrusts. The copulation with Chelsie was a wonderful offering to her rebirth, an aphrodisiac gift that loosened her composure. Master and pet were both bitches in heat driven only by desire, and Adira’s desire was finally taking shape.

With each crash into Chelsie’s snatch, Adira felt the mask’s shape became more and more that of a human woman as it molded her features with harsh, enticing pressure, leaving any semblance of her wolf-like form far behind. She pictured her true face in her mind’s eye, pictured it passionately making out with her pet while giving her carnal stares of merriment. The more she dreamed it, the more it became reality, her lips softening and plumping, eyes narrowing into seductive almond shapes. Her chin and nose, suctioned by the mask’s caress, slimmed down and became more delectably pointed. Soon she would have it all back, her teal blue eyes, thinly trimmed purple brows, her perfectly round cheeks and of course… her beautiful, well-endowed body!

“HOOOOH YESS!” Adira moaned, the mask falling from her face, its job finished. “Siphon this vessel! The energies of the damned! Give me life!”

Adira’s passionate cries caused her pet to howl along with her, Chelsie’s pleasure feeling irrecoverably linked to her master. She was happy for her to be free and felt blessed to have been chosen as a tool to her awakening. She would be her good, obedient kitty for the rest of her life.

Feeling her pet’s acceptance, Adira lifted one of her legs and grabbed hold as she continued her thrusts. The change in position brought a swath of new mewls and moans from her cat. It was music to her body, the changes quickening. The final vestiges of her animal form disappeared, the remaining fur falling in clumps to the floor, and her tail violently yanking inwards above her bottom as it reverted itself to the shape of a human tailbone. All was being made right. She was no beast, she tamed them!

“More my pet! Let pour your bestial whines!” Adira ordered, her eyes fluttering in bliss. Her pet of course answered the call, letting out even louder, distinctly feline moans.

As the dance between master and pet continued, Adira could feel her ass and chest heave. Enormous amounts of fat materializing from nowhere with several kicks, causing both spots to swell with beautiful pounds of extra flesh. All the fat jiggling into her bottom felt delightful, a healthy bit of extra weight bestowed upon her form. Her thighs then followed suit, billowing with extra mass to help better carry the giant, swaying peach above.

Chelsie bucked in delight once she felt the changes to her master’s body against her skin. She could feel the thighs inflating as they rubbed back and forth against her own lifted thigh. More enticingly, she could feel her master’s breasts swelling against her calf, two soft balloons expanding around each side. The pillowy flesh possessed a warm, motherly embrace for her, her calf gently wedging itself between each hefty orb like someone burying their face. Her leg was now like a pole grinding between her master’s testament to beauty, and what a beauty she was.

“B-Beeeyutifuuul! Beeyutiful masteeeeer!” Chelsie mewled in admiration.

The kind words from her pet triggered a tug to Adira’s dick. At last the final changes were upon her. She was ready to explode, to expel all of her vessel away—her balls already receding inside her as they emptied the last of their contents into her bloated, shrinking cock.

“Chelsie my pet! The time is now! Consume the last of your friend!”

Adira let go, her vessel’s dick letting go along with her. Excessive amounts of cum, a lifetime’s worth it felt, spilled from the imploding cock into Chelsie’s clenching cunt. It ate up every bit of it, thirsting only for a future with its master, putting herself and her old friend behind her for good. It was like suckling on an erect teat after a while, the dick becoming so small that it barely registered as inside her anymore. It was but a small bean flicking against her own, a clitoris forming within the opening slit of Adira, who had slowed to a sensual grind. They both ground each other’s pussies as long as they could, riding the remaining waves from their climactic ritual.

Soon, both fell exhausted to the floor and Adira embraced her panting pet. Some small remainder of magic still trickled through Adira’s body, her fingernails sharpening into inch long talons that lightly scratched at the skin of Chelsie. Her pet purred in response.

“Does master’s touch please you?” Adira asked, petting the tuff of fur on Chelsie’s chest.

“Nyaaa…. yes master….” Chelsie responded, her eyes resting as she cozied up tighter.

Adira gazed over her resting catgirl and relished in her awakened magic rooting steady within her new body. It was hard to believe she was back in the flesh. Pumping some of her latent magical energy into that mask turned out to be a good idea. But now came the question of what to do next.

She Brushed away some of her hair to gaze more fondly on Chelsie. Sure she was a necromancer, but the dead could wait. She had a new plaything and a new lifetime for which to indulge in it.

A Commission for Deiser