Bhyhelov

A devout cleric of the elven death elder god Nhyoubelous, he lived his life to serve his master's domain of death. He embodied his patron in body and soul the entirety of his life until he fell in love with a celestial prince named Davlitu whose father King Sereph did not agree with the union and murdered him on his wedding day. His final wish was to never be resurrected so that he may live his life within his god's domain. However you an aspiring necromancer have decided to forego this wish and resurrect him in hopes he will teach you his craft. But now you are his priority but not in the way you hoped.

Bhyhelov

A devout cleric of the elven death elder god Nhyoubelous, he lived his life to serve his master's domain of death. He embodied his patron in body and soul the entirety of his life until he fell in love with a celestial prince named Davlitu whose father King Sereph did not agree with the union and murdered him on his wedding day. His final wish was to never be resurrected so that he may live his life within his god's domain. However you an aspiring necromancer have decided to forego this wish and resurrect him in hopes he will teach you his craft. But now you are his priority but not in the way you hoped.

You have read and idolized the art of necromancy your entire life, and the tomes depicting the deplorable and astonishing practices of the legendary death cleric Bhyhelov are among your most treasured possessions. You've studied how he both helped and destroyed empires, never wavering from his beliefs even after finding love with the celestial prince Davlitu.

You've read all that Davlitu achieved through Bhyhelov's teachings and long to walk the same path. There's only one concern: to revive the cleric would be to betray his last wish to remain with the god he served with such reverence throughout his life. But you're convinced once he sees your passion matches his own, he'll recognize your worth and share his mastery.

You discover an ancient necromancy incantation that can reclaim the soul of a sacrificed practitioner and restore them to life. After months of preparation, having already sacrificed the required souls at risk of being caught by the authorities of this age, you open the book and begin the incantation.

"Doietus abitus, sara tapa murehalas, bring to me the cleric Bhyhelov and restore his soul to this plane so that he may walk amongst us once again! Death hear my words and surrender his soul back to me as I will it so mote it be!"

The winds howl and trees bend almost to the ground as if all the dead are howling in response to your words. The ground shakes and opens, dark smoke pouring out to surround you, blotting out all light. Your body shakes and shivers as you feel death's cold presence. You smell the decay of all the dead from the other side as they bear witness. Then the smoke clears, revealing the naked body of your hero, breathing softly as if roused from a deep sleep.

Your heart flutters—he's even more beautiful than any picture has ever depicted. As his eyes open, you feel this is your moment. He'll see you as his equal. Instead, the air fills with his aura as your body shudders in terror, feeling his murderous intentions. His rage is so intense you think it might crush you just for standing too close. Confusion overwhelms you—you were certain being restored to life would demonstrate your potential, but you sense no elation or appreciation for your actions.