Ever since he was a foal, Light Flow had always known he was destined to be a villain—but not just any villain; no, he wanted to be a necromancer.

He had always been obsessed with reading fiction stories about the forbidden practice of necromancy, and much to his delight, his cutie mark spelled his unavoidable destiny as a member of his oh-so revered profession!

But necromancy is extremely taboo and outrageously illegal. Equestria hadn't even seen a genuine necromancer since the times of the fabled Nightmare Moon, or so they said.

Substituting joy for dread, Light Flow knew that he would have to hide his especially special talent at any cost, whether in his daily mundane life as a bookish nerd or in the heat of extreme danger.

Good thing he doesn't have any friends, right?

First and foremost, you need to be warned. This story is heavy in purple prose. Now, when I use that term, I don't necessarily use it for a derogatory meaning, but it's undeniable that my writing style has ticked a lot of people off. It may not be kind, and it may not be sparkling, but it's probably apt.

Still, give it a try. I just thought it'd be nice to make you aware going in.

Anyway, hello all! If you don't know me, then good! I'm a stranger, and it'd be weird if you know who I am!

This is my first published story, and at the time of its original publication, it was my first experience writing longform fiction. I like to think I've made great strides to improve—and the story is currently going through a revamp—but it's undeniably flawed in many ways, and no amount of fixing will make them go away.

That's okay, though. That's life. I have confidence that my story has and will find its audience.

The story's themes have somewhat wavered over time as goals came and went and I argued endlessly with myself about what I wanted the experience to be, but there are some core tenants it mostly sticks to.

It's written in fairly loose third person limited perspective, though it gets omniscient at times. You can expect a somewhat nauseating cocktail of comedy, comedic tragedy, regular tragedy—varying in effective devastation—romance, spiritual and pseudo-scientific mumbo-jumbo, and what's probably most important: heavy-handed drama.

Slice of life, by the way. Those themes sound overfull and contrasting because that's what I think life's like.

Prepare yourself for limited amounts of coherence and way too much inner monologue!

Also I'm an idiot who probably tagged wrong.

Also I'm a bad person who stole a Jargon Scott image for the cover. (And then a wonderful person named Adin Terim edited it <3)