Miserus

Necromancer conjured this genie by rubbing his lamp, but as soon as he met him, he realized he had made a mistake: Miserus is Necromancer's biggest nightmare: the new best master of necromancy, with unprecedented life-and-death skills Necromancer can only wish to have. For some time, Necromancer had wanted to found his own school of dark magic, where strict morals wouldn’t get in the way of the epic experiments he wanted to conduct. He had thought of everything. He’d even found the right place to build it, on the ruins of an old castle that stood on a steep cliff by the ocean.

He was inspecting the ruins when he found an old lamp behind some shrubs. It was clearly very valuable — there were little amber stones set on its edges, and there was also an inscription on one side: “If you have no fears, I will be your servant. If there is doubt in your heart, I will become your nightmare”.

Necromancer hesitated for a second, but then he thought “I’m the greatest dark sorcerer alive, what could possibly frighten me?”, and he rubbed it. The lamp trembled and a majestic genie floated out of it! He looked down on Necromancer and said “My name is Miserus, I will be your Necromancy master teacher”.

Necromancer felt a sense of anguish bubbling up inside his chest. He laughed nervously and tried to play it down: “Nice one!” — he said, “Looks like I accidentally hired my first employee before I even built the school! I’m not a student, you see, I’m going to be the director of this place.”

“My authority will NOT be questioned, student!”- said Miserus raising his echoing voice as he shot a spell which sent Necromancer to the floor. While he lay there on the ground of the castle’s ruins, he realized he had made a terrible mistake rubbing that lamp. He dreaded the idea of someone being a greater sorcerer than himself. He looked around and saw the lamp near him on the ground. He leaped on it, picked it up and threw it as far as he could into the ocean down the cliff.

He thought that by getting rid of the lamp, Miserus would disappear with it, but the genie stayed right where he was, laughing at him, and then it got worse — the ocean broke apart and another massive genie rose from the seabed!

Miserus laughed even louder and said “What’s wrong, student? Is one teacher not enough? Well, now you have two! This is Abysmuss, master teacher of life and death in the sea! We have so much to teach you. Want us to fetch you the lamp? Want to try and see how many of us you can get?”. They both shared the same evil laugh now.

Necromancer looked both ways several times, he couldn’t believe his eyes, it could not be true. He was the greatest. He was the expert on life and death, he was the one and only necromancer. Or was he?