This was originally intended to be my junior thesis, however I decided to go in a completely different direction because I think this piece just works better as a stand-alone illustration. I’m i love with these colors lately … longing sigh
Literally a city of the dead. An old world for graveyards, boneyards and cemeteries. The rules of the graveyard are their own, and many is the foolish who do not understand this. This is the domain of the dead, and in haunted graveyards, the undead. They have their own rules, and their own agenda. It is only the aspiring Necromancer who should discover these secrets, and he will do so at great peril to his life and limb. The dead hate the living, and never cease to remind them of such. The novitiate Necromancer can expect, even with necessary and tried and true methods, a resistance, and sometimes even a malignance that is not rational, from the dead. For the dead keep the secrets, just as tightly as any tomb, and just a silently as any grave. Let them that labor do so in secret, and in so doing separate themselves from the living. Only there in the dark surrounded by their sepulchral majesty, will the Necromancer, with patience and skill, lean their secrets…
Necromancy has its name because it works on the bodies of the dead, and gives answers by the ghosts and apparitions of the dead, and subterraneous spirits, alluring them into the carcasses of the dead by certain hellish charms, and infernal invocations, and by deadly sacrifices and wicked oblations.
There are two kinds of necromancy: raising the carcasses, which is not done without blood; the other sciomancy, in which the calling up of the shadow only suffices. To conclude, it works all its experiments by the carcasses of the slain and their bones and members, and what is from them; for there is in these things a spiritual power friendly to them: therefore they easily allure the flowing down of wicked spirits, by reason of the similitude and property of every familiar, by whom the necromancer, strengthened by their help, can do much in human and terrestrial things, and kindle unlawful lusts, cause dreams, diseases, hatred, and such like passions; to which also they can confer the powers of the soul, which as yet being involved in a moist and turbid spirit, wandering about their cast bodies, can do the same things that the wicked spirits commit, seeing therefore they, experimentally find, that the wicked and impure souls violently plucked from their bodies, and of men not expiated, and wanting burial, do stray about carcasses, and are drawn to them by affinity. The witches easily abuse them for effecting witchcraft, alluring these unhappy souls, by the opposition of their body, or by the taking of some parts thereof, and compelling them by their devilish charms, by entreating them by the deformed carcasses dispersed through the wide fields, and the wandering shadows of those who want burials, and by the ghosts sent back from Acheron, and the guests of hell, whom untimely death has precipitated into hell, and by the horrible desires of the damned and proud devils, revengers of wickedness.
But he who could restore the souls truly to their bodies, must first know what is the proper nature of the soul from whence it went forth, with how many and how great degrees of perfection it is replenished, with what intelligence it is strengthened, by what means diffused into the body, by what harmony it shall be compacted with it, what affinity it hath with God, with the intelligences, with the heavens, elements, and all other things, whose image and resemblance it holds, To conclude, by what influences the body may be knit together again for the raising of the dead, requires all these things which belong not to men, but to God only, and to whom he will communicate them.
-Heinrich Cornelius Agrippa: Of Occult Philosophy.
Ensconced in the corner, where the shadows are deepest, a pendulum clock swings. It does not care about the candle in the center of the room. It does not care about the young boy seeking news from his dead parents, over crow bones and dried herbs. It swings on. It does not care when the shadows flicker behind the boy, revealing teeth and fangs and gleaming eyes. The boy does not notice. It does not care. A shadow knife on the wall, obscured by the billowing shadows of the window curtains. The candle goes out. It does not care.