The Werewolf King's Bride-Chapter 624: Necromancy

(From Blue's Perspective)

"While I cannot forgive you, I can still accept you because at the end of the day, you are my son," I said.

"You hid things from me too, Mum," he said. "I know I didn't tell you about my power either. Like, what I can do. I cannot really blame you since I haven't been entirely honest either. But from now on, can we… at least, try to be honest with each other? I promise to tell you everything, Mum. About what I can do, about my power…"

I waited for him to continue. If there was one thing that I knew about raising children, it was that you needed to give them time without pressuring them into telling you something. Even if you knew something about them that they were trying to keep a secret, you should pretend like you had no idea about that secret and wait for them to come to you. If you were a good parent and if they trusted you, they would come to you some day or other.

"I went to the graveyard a few times because… I felt like it was calling to me. That place. It was like death was calling to me," Demian started, looking down at his lap. He did not let go of my hand. "When I went there, it was like I could hear something. Not screams, or anything like that. It was like… It was as if something inside me was connected to that place, where the dead were buried. Something was calling me from the inside, some power. And then one night, I let it all out."

Demian raised his head and his black eyes met mine. "I raised the dead, Mum. I raised the dead and they communicated with me. I did not make them alive. It's not possible. But I could access their memories and they could communicate with me. Their spirits or whatever those things were assumed shapes of how they used to look before they died and they talked to me. They told me stories, they told me things that I have never heard before."

His eyes changed expression. I sighed and squeezed his hand.

"You knew," he whispered. "You knew about it."

I nodded. I had known about it since Dem read Bree's mind and found out about it. He told me about it soon enough. It was his idea to keep quiet about it and let Demian come to us when he felt comfortable.

"How?" he asked. "Did you follow me?"

"No, love. I wouldn't do that. I am not saying your father never suggested that, but I did not want that. It was your sister."

"Bree?"

"She followed you. You know how nosey she can get and how much thrill she seeks. I guess she wanted to know what you were doing all those nights when you went out. She found out about it and then your father read her mind," I explained.

"Why didn't you say anything then?" Demian asked. He was not angry. He was merely flabbergasted.

"We wanted you to come to us when you felt it's time. Your father and I did not want to force you into telling us something that you wanted to keep a secret for the time being. That would irresponsible. That would be disrespecting you," I said. "Were you ever going to tell us?"

"I wanted to… I just thought that… Mum, I needed time to process," Demian said. He sounded like a child at this moment. Demian always acted mature for his age. But at this moment, I could see the child he was peeking through his mask. "I wanted to know myself what I truly was and what I could do. You always refused to go far even when I wanted to. I thought if I told you this, you would tell me not to practice anymore."

"Did you find out anything?" he asked.

"I could not find the books. I looked through the libraries, but there was no book telling me about my power. If I talked to your brother, perhaps I could know something, but I was not certain he would help me. Besides, Cyan would surely tell you about it."

"He would have," I said. Cyan, regardless of how he appeared to be, would have told me about it since it was about my own son.

I squeezed Demian's hand once more. "Listen, Demian. You are a necromancer. This is the correct term. There are many kinds of dark mages. Necromancer is the rarest of them. Necromancy is not a power that can be achieved. Necromancers are born with their power. There are conditions to be met as well. There are requirements for the parents to have."

"Did you and Father try to do something to make a necromancer?" Demian asked, horrified.

"It does not work like that," I said gently. "It's… I do not know the exact requirements for that. The parents probably need to have some kind of power. I think since your father is an Alpha and I am a dark mage with a high amount of mana, we could make a necromancer. Azure knew right away what you were, but we did not. We found out about it only recently, after Dem read Bree's mind.

"Necromancers can not just raise the dead. Well, they certainly cannot make the dead come back to life, like you said before. However, they can communicate with the dead and… use them."

"Use them? How?"

"Those you raise are bound to you. The dead are bound to you. You make them do your biddings and they must do them. You didn't know that, did you?"

Demian shook his head.

"That's why it's a dangerous power to have, Demian. You need to learn to use it. I was planning to help you. Because there will be a time when you will get sick unless you get your power under control."

"It is under control," Demian insisted. "I am not even using it much."

"That's the problem, love. You must use it just enough, or the voices that you hear will drive you crazy. You must get your power under control," I said.