Necromantic magic used against you is always a bit of a riddle (a very painful lethal riddle, but a riddle all the same). I could feel the sword and by extension its owner pulling at my and everyone around me's life force, but I couldn't figure where it was going since it was not going to the sword nor its owner. Which again is not unheard of, but partially confusing since you would think the Undead would want life force to in theory keep unliving (is that a term? It is now). It was then that I surmised the sword wasn't just a cursed evil object, it was some kind of anti life entity, spreading death and destroying life (not the first one I've ran into, it was the most powerful by far). I could tell I had to do something fast or we were all going to become damned ourselves (or just be destroyed by an evil sword, you know either or).
The problem of course was that necromancy is against the law (of man, of government, of goody two shoes who have never used blood magic yet feel the need to judge it like dicks!) and I was very much in public. So I knew I had to act to save all of us, but I also knew I had to not make it look like it was what it was or I'd be executed despite you know saving everyone. So with all of that and the pain of having my life force stripped out of me going on I sliced my hand and caused the world to ignite in white hot searing pain (the previous pain was that of purple slow pain, like the original pain was a lingering limp, this new pain was taking the leg off at the knee). I could hear the screams of everyone around me so I knew it wasn't just me in pain (look when you are using blood magic you have to uhhh hurt everyone, there's a price to pay).
The damned were the ones who felt it the most, the white pain moved from us to them, surged into the cursed blade and fanned out amongst the priests followers like wheat before a scythe cutting them down. The sword then itself exploded taking the PoD with it and showering us all in a nice light storm of white and purple (that could have just been the pain though). Everyone looked around in stunning disbelief, I quietly put my sliced hand in my pocket (thank gods I know a person who can get blood out clothing right?)
"What did you do Lorentino?" That was Therod who instead of cheering assumed I did something awful, which I did, but you know its not like I would admit it.
"Showed the sword the power of love and lollipops, what else?" I left them stunned with that response and shuffled on my way home. I was sure Therod would show up to arrest me anyway (she did again) but for the time being I felt no need to explain my actions anymore than the gods do (because like the gods I work in mysterious ways, usually horrible with not adequate explination, is it any surprise I too am worshipped?)
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