Child of the Elder

"Boy..." He started, but I wasn't listening, my goddamned father was not only a necromancer, oh no because that level of life-fucking-you-over is not nearly enough nononononono! He was a Elder Necromancer on that too, fuck man I need a drink.

It's just... I've always known my old man, never once did he show any signs to be dealing with this shit, never once had the thought actually struck my mind.

Hi. A simple word, not to be bothered right? Well, if I wasn't standing in front of one person with the power to level a continent I probably would have shrugged it of, and of course that is if I didn't hear it in my mind.

So to say it promptly, I freaked the fuck out and screamed something that I can't for the life of me remember, i'm pretty sure it was somewhere along the lines of; "OH SWEET JESUS CHRIST IT'S IN MY HEAD!" I can't remember correctly...

Anyways, I fucking sprung up from the chair screaming like a maniac about the demon in my head while both Death and the voice is trying to get me to calm the fuck down, like hell i'm going to calm down with some voice living in my head!

I threw my body around in panic, having my icy blue hair to go everywhere at the same time, I turn around in time to see the blunt end of a staff ramming itself into my face, knocking me clean out.

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I woke up a few hours later in a pink room.

I wish I was joking, the entire room seemed to be covered in pink furniture and wallpapers, my bed felt really soft and I was almost falling asleep again before I noticed a tall, robed figure sitting on the chair in front of me.

"Death?" I laughed out, which turned into a coughing attack that ended up with a lot more blood on my sheets than was intentional, why I had even bled was beyond me, it was just a single blow of a staff in the face.

"You're sharper then you look, but then again you're pretty blunt." the creature, of which I assumed was Death, laughed.

"Yeah yeah suck it up you old fart, if I died from a single staff-blow to the face I don't really deserve to live, damn the shame all those vampires must feel that I killed them." I croak out, talking is still a pain in the ass.

If I was dying I wasn't going to fight it, death is change, not end, right?

Much to my surprise, he actually laughed! A loud, gleeful laugh echoed through the pink room, I mean seriously, this looks like my childhood room.

"No, youngling you are not dying, quite the opposite actually, your father is going to enter the room in a few seconds, the voice in your head is named Cici, treat her well!" And with that, he was gone.

...Cici huh?

...Yeah...

Well if this isn't very awkward i'm going to assume you're a girl, how old are you?

Twnety two.

...

Well that was a buzzkill.

A few seconds later there was a faint knocking on the skeletal door, I mean seriously who makes doors out of bone? Geez...

Anyways, the man of which death called my father, who also is called death, entered the room wearing everyday clothes, well for him anyway.

I snickered as I watched him enter in his red black combination of clothes and backcap, I swear he's younger than me on the inside.

"Hello sonny, how's your stay?" He chuckled at me and I felt my cheeks burn hot, he always called me 'sonny' when I brought a girl over, or when I haven't seen him in a while like he needed to remind me of my embarrassing past.

"Hey dad..." I sighed, this was going to be a lo~ong day.

"So how's life treating you? We haven't seen eachother in almost six years, whooeh! Time flies when you're raising the dea- Wait, I don't think that's how the saying goes, isn't it something about having fun? Raising the dead and having fun, huh anyways!" He's always so goofy, with that silly smile on his face I would literary mistake him for just your everyday father.

"Well, so far life's been treating me fairly well up until I found out that my father is a Elder Necromancer and that death make's house visits to tell people about the voice in their heads." I croaked out a laugh, as silly as this whole situation is one must agree it's certainly humorous.

"Wait wait wait wait wait, slow down there sunny boy, - " I shuddered. " You're telling me that death visited you about the voice in your head?" I slowly nodded and braced myself.

"That." He started grinning.

"Is." I don't think a mortal man can smile that much.

"SO." He took a giant breath and I felt the air in the room getting lighter.

"AWESOME!" He roared out and I flew of the bed and hit a few things before reaching the wall with a smack, I swear he's actually dragonborn and just Fus Ro Dah'd me.

Did I mention that my dad is really childish? Because he truly is.

"Y'know, the last time we were like this you was desperately trying to find the cookie jar..." No I wasn't, I was searching for your gun you dingus!

"Well well well, what do we have here?"

I turn around to see a tall man in black clothing stand to my right.