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”What is power worth, to me?” I asked myself as I mulled over the successes of my decision to become a god of evil, at least in Salifinos. It was difficult for me to say it was little when I considered how easily my forces were overwhelming my enemies and the power I had just gained.

I felt the power of the second tier of influence over necromancy coursing through me. It felt... good. And I also felt, more keenly than ever, the hatred my undead minions possessed towards the living. I could feel it within me, thanks to my connection with my undead minions increasing in potency. Their hatred was now a dull roar I felt in the back of my mind.

I felt it all. The nearly mindless hate most undead felt towards the living. The distinct, dehydrated thirst vampires felt towards blood and blood alone. The envy shadows felt towards the living. The incredible wrath felt by wraiths and wrights. And the other, universally sinful emotions felt by the undead who worshiped me.

”This feels... good.” I muttered as I felt the darkness of their emotions, mixed with the sheer weight of the hatred they felt, attempt to infiltrate my heart. I sighed and disregarded it, effortlessly pushing it away from me and rejecting it.

”That said... I'm not gonna be evil everywhere. So I can't accept this darkness. It'd interfere with me becoming a god of goodness, life, and healing.” I reminded myself, pushing away the worst of the emotions.

I sighed and began to read the notification that awarded me the second tier of influence over the necromancy subdomain.

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[Alert: Your undead hordes have begun to near-mindlessly exterminate mortal settlements across the war-torn planet of Salifinos. Several communities with populations over 5,000 have been exterminated already and many more are in the process of being destroyed. Congratulations on acquiring the second tier of influence over the subdomain of necromancy.

These are the key powers you've gained. But there are other, synergistic ones as well.

New necromancy passive powers:

Reanimation mastery: The second tier of influence over the subdomain of necromancy brings with it total control over reanimation. This potent power grants gods with it the ability to bring corpses to unlife remotely, freely, and also deanimate corporeal undead

This power allows you to raise armies of the simplest undead at will, provided corpses exist to reanimate. It also allows you to destroy armies of the simplest undead as well. You can also take existing corporeal undead and snatch away any control someone else may have over them and instead make them your servants.

Intermediate undead mastery: Liches, death-kings, and other intermediate-tier undead such as grim-reapers, and flesh titans, will now begin to worship you just as lesser undead do. They can no longer resist your influence. This includes the weakest of the extraplanars who are undead. You can also create them from appropriate corpses and conditions.

Necromantic lord: This is perhaps the strongest power you've acquired as a result of gaining this tier of influence. With this, if someone is a mortal necromancer you can completely strip them of their abilities to use necromantic magic. You cannot yet do this to undead beings who are necromancers, but with this power you can not only give power to mortals, you can take it away.

New necromancy active powers:

Deadly gaze: Synergistic, once a day power that allows you to kill with a glance.

Conversion: This power allows you to instantly turn a living person who worships you into an undead creature of your choice.]

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The eerie power that coursed through me was the power of the unholy subdomain of necromancy. It was a strange, corrosive power and feeling it within me made me want to cause more carnage and misery. That said I pushed those feelings down, and closed my eyes.

The not-so-minimap filled my view and brought a macabre smile to my face. I could see all of the relatively nearby communities, communities that were filled with death, destruction, and the nightmarish undead monsters who served me.

Corpses abounded in these towns, corpses that were just waiting to be brought back to unholy unlife. I could feel them, and the idea that they should just sit where they died and rot felt... disgusting. It felt almost offensive.

I kept my eyes closed and focused on each body I could find. In doing so I was targeting them. I kept them firmly locked in my mind and then envisioned the necromantic power that infused me seeping out of my skin and into the ground at my feet.

I envisioned that very same energy crawling out of my skin and beginning the long path it would have to take to reach the bodies near me and not so near me. I imagined the energy traveling, in some cases for dozens of kilometers, and eventually reaching each body. And then I mentally willed the bodies to reanimate.

I pictured the bodies beginning to move again. Slowly at first, as if reacclimating to the land of the living. I imagined that limbs regrew and even heads themselves were remade.

I pictured nearly wholly destroyed bodies, being regrown from single limbs, or even lone digits. And I made my will manifest. Or rather, I tried.

It turned out that remaking bodies wasn't an easy thing to do. I had powers that aided in this, and one that should have made this process automatic that was evidently... not working, but the less of the body that remained, the harder this was to do. Even with my powers over necromancy and healing, this strained and stressed my mind if I was trying to do it en-masse.

My undead creations were hungry, gluttonous little things. They had devoured people nearly entirely whenever they could. If I wanted to recreate as many corpses as possible to add to my legions, I needed to be creative and forward-thinking.

And it just so turned out the thought of creating bodies, reminded me of a power of mine. A life-domain ability that I fully suspected wasn't intended to work the way I was about to use it.

I possessed the power to create bodies. It was one of my newer abilities. And incidentally, one of the species that I could create them for were humans. The people of the towns my forces had overwhelmed were entirely human.

The first non-necromantic power I used was my power to create bodies. But I mixed it with my powers over healing and targeted the singular limbs and digits that my undead servants had overlooked or left behind after a full and satisfying meal.

I smiled grimly as my powers washed over the faintest bodily remains of countless thousand humans. I could somehow sense their limbs begin to radiate a distinct silvery glow as they began to serve as the focus around which entire bodies appeared throughout the fallen villages. This was a challenge, as it involved a lot of careful manipulations I wasn't used to doing. Like training an unfamiliar muscle.

”Come on... Help out...” I muttered, as the act of doing so many things at once strained even my mind. I was talking to the domain of time, another domain whose influence I sensed could help.