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Drifting silently through the crypt Mortis admired the coffins around him. People paid so much for being placed in such nice places even when they had no real need of it. Mortis enjoyed graveyards the stench of death was heavy in them and filled him with energy. If he had a heart it would skip a beat at the idea of visiting a mass grave. Alas he would be hard pressed to find such a thing in such a civilised city.

Gesturing to one of the coffins it rumbled silently. There was a loud clunk then a hiss as stagnant air escaped the confines of the coffin. Two arms raised out of the coffin using the edges of the coffin to lift it out and onto the floor. The slightly decomposing body looked up at Mortis, the eyes on the dead face were like those of a drunk. Bending down Mortis breathed into the man’s face. The body instantly stood to attention groaning with effort as it did so.

“What?! Who’s there?!” 

Mortis watched the man in silence his dark robes concealing him in the darkness of the crypt. [color=FFA07A]”Reginald I Dominus Mortis have brought you back to life so that you may share with me the secrets you once had while you lived. Tell me who you sold the murder journal to.”[/color] Mortis’ voice was raspy and deep, his voice echoing around the crypt as he spoke.

Reginald turned to face Mortis looking at the Mortis with fear. “Are you the devil? Is there any way I can repent my sins? I want to be with my wife in heaven!” The man was on his knees hands clasped together waving them towards Mortis. 

Mortis growled angrily. [color=FFA07A]”ANSWER ME AND I SHALL RELEASE YOUR SOUL! WHO DID YOU SELL THE MURDER JOURNAL TO?!”[/color] Reginald scuttled backwards towards his coffin, his hands still clasped together and his head now scraping across the floor.

“If that’s what you want oh benevolent lord of the underworld I will tell you. I sold the journal at the pennsylvania auction to a man who owned some big business in Lost Haven."

 Mortis silenced the man with a wave of his hand, watching with mild interest as the man’s soul left his body. Catching it before it floated from his grip he brought it to his face and breathed in its energy. A cruel smile was etched across his face as he felt the spirit being absorbed into his body fueling his magic. Leaving the crypt he looked up at the moon above. The moonlight lit up his features causing his rotting and sunken face to dance with the shadows of the light and all the glories of his robbed body. 

He took in the smell of death one last time and departed the crypt. He had a city to tear apart after all, he could feel his phylactery calling to him a low throb in the back of his mind. Thanks to the man he knew it’s general location and he could start tracking it down.