When we were children and we figured out my sister wasn't a necromancer and I was, we realized that we were going to end up separated. We didn't want to be separated - so our father could save face as he'd been talking up having a matched pair - so Corona decided that we could stay together if we convinced everyone that she was a necromancer too. That I could be necromancer enough for both of us. And that's what I did.
I stayed out of the limelight, hiding how good of a necromancer I was while making her look incredibly strong. She soaked in all the attention, all the adoration, loving every moment of it, while letting me do all the work. Everyone loved her. Our parents loved her. And she was used to getting everything she wanted. She's very jealous and anytime she didn't get what she wanted, she'd throw a fit. She'd get angry, throw my love back in my face, and say hurtful things. She'd make decisions and assume I'd go along with them.
There were times when I didn't want to do something, and she'd threaten to kill herself if I didn't do it. She used her tears to manipulate me, tell me how brilliant I was, that she's the only one that will ever love me. For the first twenty one years of our lives, I only ever spent 3 nights without her.
She joined an extremist group that hates necromancers because they make her feel important as a non-necromancer. She used my love to get me to let a bunch of traitors in that tried to kill me. She's so angry at me because I refused to eat her soul. It's hard to describe what it was like. Sometimes I hate her. Sometimes I want to kill her. Sometimes I think she wants to die. Sometimes I want to die. But I won't let her die, and if I can't be there to stop her from dying, I'm going to bring her back.
cw: emotional abuse, suicide, implied incest
I stayed out of the limelight, hiding how good of a necromancer I was while making her look incredibly strong. She soaked in all the attention, all the adoration, loving every moment of it, while letting me do all the work. Everyone loved her. Our parents loved her. And she was used to getting everything she wanted. She's very jealous and anytime she didn't get what she wanted, she'd throw a fit. She'd get angry, throw my love back in my face, and say hurtful things. She'd make decisions and assume I'd go along with them.
There were times when I didn't want to do something, and she'd threaten to kill herself if I didn't do it. She used her tears to manipulate me, tell me how brilliant I was, that she's the only one that will ever love me. For the first twenty one years of our lives, I only ever spent 3 nights without her.
She joined an extremist group that hates necromancers because they make her feel important as a non-necromancer. She used my love to get me to let a bunch of traitors in that tried to kill me. She's so angry at me because I refused to eat her soul. It's hard to describe what it was like. Sometimes I hate her. Sometimes I want to kill her. Sometimes I think she wants to die. Sometimes I want to die. But I won't let her die, and if I can't be there to stop her from dying, I'm going to bring her back.