Walking through the halls of the mansion, Felicia's magic stirs, bone spears forming in mid-air and shooting out to kill every stray maid, butler, chef, gardener... just about anything with a pulse was subjected to her magical onslaught, soon resurrecting several moments later as lower undead. Felicia cleared the castle in minutes, her final kill the terrified Baron responsible for the ruling of this town.
When she'd entered his office, the man had stood quivering, he back to the wall and a gleaming sword gripped tightly between whitened knuckles.
Baron PoV
The embroidered doors to Baron Frostedge's office open. The luxurious doors that were once a symbol of wealth and prestige, now slowly revealed the harbinger of death and destruction. Stepping through the doors was a petite girl -no, a witch- her expression one of sadistic glee as she paced into the room. The Baron stared warily, his grip on his blade tightened. He'd taken a few years of swordsmanship classes in his youth, but even more years of sitting behind a desk dealing with paperwork had left his form sloppy and his stance chock full of holes. Usually, a confident man, the Baron found himself quivering, an instinctual fear stemming from his very being, icy fingers waltzing up his back and sliding gentle caresses across his neck.
There were few creatures that could instill such instinctual fear. It wasn't a matter of power, but instead race. Creatures such as undead or Demons released an unholy aura that grated unpleasantly upon the senses of humans and other more conventional races. The deathly energies emitted by these creatures would prickle at the life-essence of other living creatures as long as they were within a certain range of each other. Without any attempt to conceal their energy, an undead would be immediately identified.
Knowing the undead were a heartless race, the Baron swiftly banished all thoughts of bargaining for his life. He'd need to fight his way out. His feet dug into the ground, finding traction, his eyes locking onto the undead witch. His tongue wetted his lips, and he prepared to move. Mentally, he mapped out the quickest way to end the fight. He'd charge the witch, taking her by surprise and then lopping her head off with a swing of his blade. Unfortunately for him, fate had different plans.
As he bolted into motion, instantly descending upon the girl, his sword already mid-arc in a diagonal swing, a fuzzy shadow approaches from the doorway. With no regard for its life, the figure stepped forward, the Baron's sword burying itself in the figure's shoulder. As short as she was, the petite girl remained wholely unharmed, his sword having stopped several centimeters above her head.
As the Baron gaped in shock, slowly coming to the realization that one of his zombified butlers had blocked the sword swing with his own body, he could see the tiny devil look up at him the smile on her face dominating her features. Scalp prickling with a sensation of deadly crisis, the Baron retreated, but it was far too late. As the man moved backward, the waifish necromancer pointed forward, that was the last thing the Baron ever saw as a bone spear soon found its way through his head...
Felicia PoV
A victorious smirk hanging on her lips, the girl paced forward, prepared to collect her prize -the castle, and village now belonged to her.
Although she was upstairs, she still heard when Astrid entered the castle, loudly claiming herself to have finished the task. Curious, the necromancer paused, her eyes drifting closed as her senses spread...apart from Astrid, not a sign of life within the whole village.
"Excellent...then, it's time we got started renovation our new capital. kukuk!"
Waving to a zombie at her side, she sent the creature to summon Astrid upstairs.