He shakes his head, giving a small, sad chuckle. "Only "evil" magic I'm afraid. Possession, Necromancy, Demonology.....I do have a warped telekinesis, and I can open doors to the Afterlives. When I became a wraith, all my magic warped to fit my new form. Even my elemental magic is twisted." He summons a small fire in his palm, but it's a grayish black, and gives off no heat. "This is now only useful if you want a candle that can't burn your house down. It'll still hurt any living thing I throw it at though." The flame vanishes. He hesitates. "I can make...very dangerous weapons. Weapons that can suck the life out of attackers and heal the wielder. Like my scythe here, but much less complex." He lifts his scythe, and shows him the thousands of tiny glowing ruins all along the blade and staff. "As for my telekinesis, it still [i]looks[/i] like necromancy." He lifts his hand at a rock, and a ghostly skeleton hand grabs the rock, lifting it in the air, then dropping it again. "I can actually make about a dozen at a time, but it takes all my concentration."