Dezenym fell deeper into the darkness, like a plague in his mine that he couldn't escape, nor would it heal. As he did so, drifting away from reality, his once tight grip on the living and the dead loosened. The veil separating the two became weak and distorted. Wavering beneath his vacant state. His dulled golden gaze was emotionless with a lifeless stare reaching out for the empty abyss in his soul he so desperately longed to fill. This guilt and fear that swallowed him whole only caused him to become more so unresponsive, and so he became lost in time. Simply forgotten.

Every curse he casted, every Necromantic word he had ever uttered for the greater good of his love, weakened. Those deeds seemingly lost too as the world moved on without him. Undoing his work and awakening the chaos he put under. If only he knew what a toll his pain had on the world around him. His power was stronger than he ever knew, and now it was betraying him. Leaving him as he fell deeper in his mind. He would cause the end without ever meaning to. He was the evil the world craved for.

If only he knew, all he had to do was simply wake up from his desolated condition.

Wake up