Writing Crumbs #2

I think I’m just gonna throw my half-baked ideas and see what sticks for people.

Here’s the first:

To sum it up: a dark fantasy land where the dead still feel everything that happens to their body and are actually glad if a necromancer passes by and ressurects them.

It starts somewhat like this:

“People have the wrong image of dying. They tell you it is the end of pain, the end of suffering and sorrow, but they are lying. The pain doesn’t stop, it never does. Death only severs the link between your will and your life, trapping you inside a coffin of your own, decomposing body. Because you feel everything, oh, yes. You feel rot eating at your flesh. You feel your unbeating heart shrink day by day, you feel the cold biting at you from every corner. You feel the maggots, the vermin, all the disgusting and maddening things you cover your eyes from until nothing but your bones remain. And even then, your immortal soul, the flickering consciousness that cannot die remains attached to the dusted skeleton, unable to move, see, feel – but it remains. And after your bones turn to dust… well, no one really knows. Noone came back from that point to tell us if after countless centuries are you eventually granted the freedom to cease existing.And you wonder why all Revenants return mad. What choice do we have? After the one hundred years of sacred solitude that the Vigil enforced upon every dead. Imagine that for a moment. One hundred years as a rotting corpse, lying silently in a marble grave, slowly losing your sight, your hearing, your touch until you are left alone with your thoughts that you probably attempted to flee from in death. More than thirty thousand days of the blackest, deafest night unknown to all but us, burning and shivering in the pain. Our only escape is madness. It is the rational choice, to give up our sanity in exchange for a brief relief from the shadows haunting our nightmarish sleep, an escape from the cruelty of the real world.Either that or the unholy calling of those you call Heretics. The lawbreakers of the Holy Vigil.I didn’t hesitate when I heard it. Not for a moment.“