Dark Side of the Moon - Early Morning

Lazarus stood over the open grave. He’d bothered with a shovel. Funny thing doing it with your own hands, when you used magic it seemed so callous. Disrespectful really if you thought about it. If you’re going to use someones bones for soldiers then you could at the very least go to the trouble of digging them up. 

The coffin lid was open exposing the bones of a cop killed in the line of duty. Lazarus pursed his lips. Perhaps it was time to stop doing this, diggin up the dead was never a good thing to do. Reanimating them was an even worse thing to be doing, but never the less he needed them. Lazarus hopped into the open grave to collect the corpse. 

Passing his hand over the open box he whispered an Egyptian prayer for the dead. It was the least he could do. Drawing Dracul he planted it in the earth beside the coffin raising his hands he drew on the essence in the sword. It was like submerging oneself in oil a thick hateful oil that poisoned the skin. It sloughed off him and into the box. First Lazarus stripped away the remaining flesh, leaving behind a clean set of white bones. The next part was harder. Unlike in movies and video games skeletons wouldn’t hold themselves together, they needed something to hold the bones together. 

Lazarus began weaving a semi organic material between the bones so that they could become mobile again. After that was done he began using a set of miniscule crystals to etch very old ruins into the bones. They would store the energy he needed for them to be mobile. They would also store tactics and techniques for combat as well as spells to enhance their capabilities. Revenants were deadly tools, they had a very limited intelligence which meant he didn’t need to be in constant contact with them like his zombies. The last thing he did was layer in the last set of runes, runes that when activated would consume the Revenant. 

No one else needed to know how to make these monsters. It was bad enough that he did. 

‘The creation is not the monster, it’s the creator.’ He thought back to his conversation with Hazumi, she wasn’t a monster just because she’d been created for a deadly purpose. Lazarus narrowed his eyes. “Guess that means i’m the monster, Kathleen forgive me. I have good intentions.” He stopped as chills ran up his spine and his vision narrowed The Road to Hell is Paved with Good Intention, Lazarus. Lazarus grabbed the hilt of Dracul. “Rise Again! And serve a greater purpose!” The Skeleton lurched from its grave. With a sour look Lazarus pointed. The creature climbed out of the grave. 

Lazarus veiled it and lead it back to his flat where he interned the Revenant. The room was like a morgue with large square locking doors, He’d had them added recently. And there were rows and rows of them. Lazarus rolled the pull out tray back into the recess and closed the door on the Revenant. Looking left and right down the tunnel he sighed, there were some many. With that he turned and walked down the corridor. Climbing the stairs he switched off the lights. They clunked out, a bank at a time till the whole corridor was shrouded in darkness. With a heave the heavy door slammed shut with a resounding bang. The locks slammed home. With that closed, Lazarus went for a drink.