Reincarnated With A Undead System?

What I just said sounded so foreign to all of those before me. Funny really, I just smiled at them and said, "Know to answer all of the questions you have for me as fast as possible and as accurately as I can." Everyone's attention was once again brought back to me. "Let's start. First off I shall be King, Here's the difference. No Nobel houses, Instead there will be an election every year. Anyone over the age of 18 can run for a spot. A spot in what you ask? Something called parliament. Parliament will allow me to give more power back to you. You the people of My nation. Simple decisions, Like Trade and minor laws will be handled by them." Monro was about to say something but I waved my hand at him, "I'm not done. Parliament will be held required to convene twice a month. However, they can convene at anytime they wish. At one of these two required meetings I shall be present so any citizen can enter and ask questions about laws, war effort, Just about anything really. Parliament will Always! Unless other wise ordered by me. Be open to the public. All ages may come and listen to what is being said and if someone from those voted up decides to can be picked on to add their own thoughts on an issue. and when I say no matter the age.... I mean NO MATTER THE AGE!" I half yell those last words. As I look over the crowed I see some looking at me in confusion but others see the brilliance in the idea, "Now about myself and my troops, "I say as I see some of the Fallen glaring at me hatefully, "I will say it know. I am not Human." A shocked gasp arises from the crowed, "Indeed I am a reaper. A new race brought forth by the god of death himself. Also I am not a necromancer. My troops follow me upon their own will, They have their own minds they are not mindless zombies. They are just undead souls with the will and regrets strong enough to call to me and ask me to bring them fourth." I look around at the many people that look at me in reverence and hate, I smile.

"Now all of you Fallen who don't believe me step forward." They all do. As I thought they would, "Thank you. Now who's your elder?" A young girl steps forward... I smile a tad confused but then Captain Foreman saves my a.s.s by whispering in my ear, "They age backwards after they reach a cretin point sir." That made a lot more sense. Now I take a closer look at the woman before me and start thinking quickly. Those feathers... They're white! That's it! the wings. You can tell the age of a fallen by the wings. The number of white feathers on their wings is their age however I wonder...Decades or years? "I am young man. Now what is it you called me fourth you vile necro...!" I was not having any of that necromancer crap. "Let me stop you right there miss. First off just because you are around four-hundred years older than me doesn't mean you know everything. Now come here and put your hand on my head. You know exactly what I want you to cast. Try anything funny and I'll kill you where you stand. Is. That. Understood?" I said As I looked her dead in the eye, That in and of it's self should have broken my mind. After all the Eyes of a fallen can project their will upon others. And the older they get the stronger that will becomes. Hence why I asked for the eldest. What's funny though is as I said her age her eyebrow shot up. It would seem I was right. White feathers are decades. You see she has Forty-two white feathers. while the young girl in her mothers arms behind her as one, and the mother only has twelve. Thus I made a guess. It was even better to see her eye's widen when She realized I was staring into her eye's and not only was i Ignoring the pressure she should be emitting but I'm actually putting pressure on her. Then she realized that what I said I meant. "Of course sir I shall cast detect necromancy on you if I'm thinking properly." When those around her started to protest. She simply said, "If any of you went within five feet of him and tried to use magic it would backfire and kill you." They didn't think she meant it. One even charged me as I was kneeling waiting for her to get closer and cast the magic. I let them put their hand through my c.h.e.s.t.

A smile spread across the face of the fallen who had put his had through my heart, "See elder he's not all that tough. Easy enough to kill no need to even cast a spell." Then I laughed, not at him but at those looking at me in horror that I could still be standing their upright. As he looked at me in shock I slammed my hand on his head and said, "Death magic, mana Lock." This spell would lock all of his manna veins perverting him from casting magic. Effectively weakening him. Then I clenched my heart and c.h.e.s.t mussels trapping him. "He laughed you think you can stop a fallen from casting magic? HAHAHAHA! Fire magic, Bolt!" A little sizzle was heard then nothing. "You see I don't think I can. I know I can. and I cast that so you feel every-single thing that comes next. Death magic, Invasion." A spell of my own making Invasion does exactly as it sounds. It sends my mana into his veins it's not a pretty picture. Thing is the spell requires my blood to be in-contact with whoever I'm doing it to. Hence why I let him Pierce my c.h.e.s.t. Soon I felt the mana building up around his arm slowly leaking in, like a spy finding a way for the troops to break through. Then everyone hears a pop and he screams.

As he screams everyone thinks it's because he's scared, Then they see his blood veins emboldened and black spreading throughout his body starting from the arm in my c.h.e.s.t. "AAAAAAAHHHHHHH!" It was a horrid blood curdling scream, (Can't really think of a good why to type the sound so... description.) As soon as it reached his neck blood flowed from his eye's, nose, mouth and ears. That I knew meant it was to late to save him so I relaxed my mussels. He fell to the ground silently. After all his vocal cords where gone. eaten by my magic. Soon he stopped moving as well. I looked around and smiled, "I can be a merciful king... or I can be a nightmare for you. You choose, "I said as my teeth elongate and I glade around me. {Host has unlocked Hidden racial ability by successfully fulfilling the requirements. Host has also gained a new title from completing an achievement. [Benevolent or Tyrant?]

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[Benevolent or Tyrant?]

Details: Take over a town as a ruler and give the people a choice. In you words, ""I can be a merciful king... or I can be a nightmare"

Reward: Title [Benevolent Tyrant] Effect of title: When acting as a king you gain a higher charisma stat. This is a permanent effect. You also hold a tyrannical aura, making any attempt to Intimidate a large group of people more effective.

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That's nice. I can also see that second effect running through the crowed... But not just because of the title. Something is wrong... No there is a new adition to my body. 'Show me that racial abillity.' {Yes host.}

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[Reaper's wings.]

Details: Often in mythologies and lore across many worlds reaper's a depicted as servants or death himself. They wear a black cloak that covers the body and head. Only a hand, face and often wings remain, Made of bone. As such when the god of death created you he decided you would bear this symbol but only if you deserved it. By gaining the hearts of an entire city, while also placing the fear of death into the hearts of those very same people. You have earned your wings. Fly fast and show those who do not fear death that death, Is not someone you can play with lightly.

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So I have wings now... Made of bone? I look at my shadow and see that indeed I did have wings and I could move them. I could fly by as it is know i fold them up. They had torn a hole in my shirt. Which is fine after all it was already ruined. I looked at the crowed I smile and say, "I warned you and now you have to make a choice." My fangs were still out, i looked at the elder of the fallen. "Come here. Now!" The fallen tried to get in her way but she moved fast to keep them from getting hurt. "Cast your spell. Now." She placed her hand on my head and...