Do you feel it? The consumption of your life as you get closer and closer to an inevitable demise? I cannot. Immortality consumes me, violates me, then haunts me. It has seeped into my bones. I am no pure specimen. I am not holy.Necromancy is a fickle thing. Lichdom is a fickle thing. Mortals can only strive towards the selfish choice of artificial longevity. I never asked to live forever, someone chose that for me, they defiled my form. I will never be clean again.