Reincarnated With A Undead System?

"Come fourth Dead man I wish to speak to you." Huh. I have the strangest feeling about this one.

"Who are you to stand before the dead and demand answers?" The dead man appeared to be a knight...Chivalrous as he may have been death could have done better for him. His eyes where sunk inside his skull, His body appeared to be made of nothing but bones.

"A wraith then. Interesting... Normally I'd make you figure it out but this time I'll Tell you." Fenrir smiled. The Wraith frowned, "What do you mean? I could care less who you are. You should let the dead rest, Or suffer as it may be for me." "HAHAHA! My good fellow! I'm" Fenrir spread his wings, "Not exactly alive myself. I'm Death's chosen." Realization dawned on the wraith as Fenrir said, "I'm a f.u.c.k.i.n.g Reaper bud. Now speak, Let me here your tail and pass judgment upon your soul." Simple as that The wraith started to speak.

"My story begins around ten ears ago. I grew up in a small little town only around a thousand to two thousand people living there. Once a year a caravan from the capital would come through and test all those who had turned six-teen. I was on of those." The wraith said, Fenrir just nodded and thought 'So he had some out-standing talent and so did his lover/sister/beloved, and so they joined up with this "caravan" only to find out it wasn't so nice and to be killed trying to stop them huh?'

"Now you probably think I was out-standing! Right? Wrong. In fact I was average. A little below I think. How ever my twin sister wasn't. She was A talent seen once a hundred years. I had promised my mother that I would stay with her and protect her so I did. Turns out they were only testing for magical talent. Not swords man ship, because I was a protegee. I didn't tell any one though. Not even my sister, I faked being weak. I slowly watched her become more and more aloof. Then finally I over heard one of the men talking about a cult and their plan to **** my sister and steal her magic. and once they were done, they would pass her around. I wished to stop them. So I started a brawl. As this was happening I ran to find her. Only once I did she laughed at me told me why would she take the words of a cripple to her master. Who had told her I would come to tell her of such things to get her away and kill her. I dropped to my knees and cried that night. When her master came around the corner though I knew what I had to do. I cast the only skill I had that wouldn't kill her but would make it appear so." At this point Fenrir was intrigued.

"I cast [Juliet's forlorn love]." Fenrir raised an eyebrow. "This encased her In a fog for only a moment before she dropped. She had yet to learn magic or any resistances for that matter. They wanted her soft, plump, and pretty," The wraith growled. "She Doesn't deserve the fate in store for her but death is better than what would have been." A smile formed on the wraiths face, "The look on that bastard's face when his prized pig fell down "dead" Was beautiful. He set them all after me. I killer ten maybe twenty before getting away. He came after me though. And we fought. As you see I lost but not with out a price. I took His left eye, and right arm." A smile...Then a grimace, "Then he told me that even is she was dead she would still serve her purpose. Only now thy would have to consume her flesh. The heart first, For the "beloved". The liver for the "despised". The tongue for the "friend". With horror I had realized that group had done this before. But what lost him his right arm was his next comment. He said, And the ovaries for the master...the trusted. And the bones for the soup of the dead who may not rest." Fenrir growled at that.

"He want's to make you a servant?" The wraith growled, "Yes, He believes that death is who he serves. No other name just death and power." A smile formed On Fenrirs face as his wings shook in a silent laugh. "You will have your revenge my fellow. So rise and join my armies. Teach them to fight, and in turn you shall learn. As you learn we will hunt until the man who has your sister is found until then. MAY DEATH HEAR MY VOICE AND HEAD IT! A GIRL FORSWORN AND BETRAYED! FALSE DEATH TO BE SAVED! FOOD FOR FALSE SERVANTS THOSE WHO DARE TAINT A SOUL WITH MORTAL FLESH AFTER DEATH! HEAD THIS CALL AND GIVE HER THE BLESSINGS OF THE DAMNED!"

The wraith stared at him in shock...The blessing of the damned! What in deaths name is that! "It's a blessing of death." Fenrir said, "A crystal like barrier will encase her and sick into her skin giving her a false death that none can break and that none can harm." The wraiths eye's opened, "You mean to say...They cant harm her?" "Indeed. They cannot touch her. And when they do they will summon the dammed souls attached to the girl." At this a frown appeared on the wraiths face, "What souls?" Fenrir smiled, "Us. It will summon us." The wraith was shocked.

"Come now, Your Undead now you can leave this place with me." With a wave of a hand the soul slammed into the grave nearby. From the grave rose an aura of death, and an aura of kindness. "I wonder if revenge will win against him this time or if his truth will win out...Let's watch and find out..." <Giggle> "Ah! so you finally chose to show yourself, Miss Clay-maker of the beasts, Bringer of false life." A woman was now in the clearing, "hehehe! so you did notice me. I apologize I didn't want to interrupt such a charming story." "Get to the point. False goddess." the giggling stopped. "What did you call me!? I am not a false Goddess I am the goddess of death you are my servant!" Fenrir just smiled and turned around.

"What is it with people believing they serve or are death for gods sake." Fenrir said in exasperation, {Mission! [Kill Heretics!]}

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[Kill Heretics!]

You voice was heard by Death, and he answered. In accordance with your plea he asks of you to spread his name. A name you shall pick. But his name non the less. For this to work you must first hunt down and kill...

[0/3 false god's]

[o/10 Death cults]

[0/1 King of Death]

The three god's think they are Death. The cult kill indiscriminately in His name but that is not what he is. And the Worst of all... The King of Death. An immortal lich who death cannot claim. Who rips others unwillingly from his grasp. This is not something we allow. Kill them in Deaths true name.

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Fenrir smiled as He drew his blade, "Come then you false goddess. The true death wishes for you to die." The Being before him was furious so she charged that was her mistake. It was also her last. She believed she was the goddess of death...she was only a bringer of death, A cat with nine lives to scr.a.p.e by on. But no matter how many lives you have...If death knocks you cant do anything but answer. Fenrir could only smile and think, 'Who said dead men tell no tales?' as her head rolled right into the palm of the hand that broke the ground of the grave. {<Ding!> Mission updated. [1/3 false god's]}