#nathul

((Working on writing prompts! This one I just took directly from my book, Finding Home: Phoenix Rising. There technically two villains but Nathul starts his reign of chaos in the first book.))

(The Necrolord)  As the skeletal beast went for a kill bite, she shot out her hands to completely shield her with arcane magic. A bubble protected her as the creature viciously tried to kill her.

“Enough!” A sinister but smooth voice called and as if time suddenly stopped, the undead froze. Micha was bruised and bleeding from her lip and brow, panting as she stared into the skull. Looking up only when she heard slow clapping. Looking up to see a smartly dressed lowland elf. His raven hair neatly braided away from his smug face. His green eyes looked at her approvingly. “Well done, young mage.” His masculine face held a charming grin as he slowly stepped closer.

His attire was light with high boots that clicked on the stone floor as he paced towards her. Robes and trousers were dark with deep purple decorating the sleeves and collar. He was clean and the robes gave off a soft shine, suggesting something plush like crushed velvet. His boots were knee high and clicked when he walked, much like the expensive shoes worn by the higher class. Around his belt however were dangerous artifacts. Potions swirling with green and purple energy, the tainted magic of the darker realms. He also had body parts in jars. Fingers, eyes and tongues. The eyes looked around frantically, on their own. He also had an empty satchel on his side. It was flat and moved freely with each predatory step, showing it contained nothing.

Micha watched him while on her back, hands held aloft to sustain the protective shield. He paced her like a wolf circling his prey. “Arcane… You are special aren’t you?” He lightly touched the violet orb, it sizzled like static from his touch. An unholy wooden staff held in his left hand as he touched the shield. It wreaked of death and looked like rotting wood. Holding two mana stones. One pulsing orange, a fire stone, and the other an unnerving black, a dark stone. Then she realized there was an undead snake wrapped around the staff. Unlike the skeleton, it could make sound. Hissing angrily at her as he drew near. Its ribs and part of its skull showing as what remained of its iridescent black scales shone in the dim light.

He paused as he heard screams in the distance, drawing a sickening smirk on his face. “I fear we’ve gotten off on the wrong foot. New tames can be… temperamental. Please accept my apology on his behalf.” He elegantly laid his hand on his chest, bowing respectfully to Micha.