A skeletal figure was seen in the darkness of a large tombstone smack in the middle of the light of the moon. Ratting was heard going on through the head as it shook its head a few times, staring at this person who had entered the graveyard.
The skeleton rose from its position, still rattling its head "What brings you here, heart beater? Do you plan on disturbing us? My brethren? Or are you here for the ritual..." The skeleton continued to shake its head a bit, the rattling getting louder.
The skeleton's head ceased for a moment, then began to rattle once again "The ritual... The summoning of the undead.. the spirits... the supernatural.. For a harvest of souls. We almost have enough to bring back the Undead King..." The Skeleton's head stopped rattling for a moment once again, then began again "Would you care to help us with our ritual, flesh monster…?"
The Skeleton's head ceased in all movements as Cecil finished speaking, not a bone moving. A small wind passed by and the bones fell apart onto the ground., however, at the exact same moment, more bones popped up near Cecil and formed into another Skeleton, however with the same rattling head as the first.. "I implore you... To stay... No... I force you... To stay..." It was the same skeleton, it seemed. The skeleton gave one good shake of its head and with that, several ghouls and undead creatures began to awaken from the graveyard. Ghosts, Zombies, Bats, Skeletons... The whole 9 yards. There were about 20 of them in total of all of these kinds; 5 Ghosts, 5 Zombies, 4 large bats and 5 Skeletons.... And one other figure in the back near a tree. The gates locked with a creak and the Skeleton swiped at Cecil witha bone-like sword protruding from its hand.
The Skeletons were all incinerated, their souls were the only things remaining, and the 2 bats that had spread about and surrounded Cecil were indeed incinerated, every single tiny bat, and therefore the last bat of the two released the souls of them both. The other 2 bats, however were still in the skies, seeming not to have been affected by the lightning due to their distance. They were quite a ways away, a little outside of the 50 foot radius, however still that was enough of an attacking range. The being in the back finally spoke "Enough." It stepped into the moonlight, being quite... quite large, about 20 feet tall, made completely of stone with some engravements in its body... R.I.P. It was a living tombstone with huge maggots of stone for arms, yet they pulsated as if they were not stone. "I am R.I.P. One of the commandeers of these... rituals to revive our master... Your soul seems to be quite delectable... Perfect for this sort of revival.." R.I.P. stared upward at the two bats and they swiftly flew down and landed on its shoulders, turning to stone as they did, still flapping their wings. Their eyes pierced with red energy as R.I.P. spoke again "I do not plan on letting you leave... It was I who spoke through that skeleton before... And allow me to keep my word..." The maggots it had for arms screeched as did the bats, the mouthless creature stamping the ground and squinting its glowing eyes, releasing a deep and thunderous roar.
R.I.P. began to laugh a bit at what was going on "Boy... I am a monstrosity... You cannot expect me to be considered the normal means... " Magic did not drive the movement of R.I.P., a soul did. The Break spell would have no effect on him, however te other spell might have done something. The maggots, which were quite large, being from about 10 to 15 feet long and about 6 feet in width with horrificly large teeth extending from their faces stretched into the ground and began draining it as the spell began to take its effects. As R.I.P. began to turn back into soil, he quickly regenerated by turning the earth that he was eating back into more of his tombstone body. He laughed again "Is there anything else you have left, boy, or is it time for me to harvest your soul?" He took a maggot from the ground, his right arm, then it lashed at Cecil, trying to devour him as well as shred up his body. The R.I.P. on R.I.P.'s torso began to glow as he continued to suck up the earth, incidentally, growing larger since he was just adding more to his body. The bats, also becoming larger on his shoulder, shot out more eye beams that were larger than the first.
R.I.P. snickered slightly, the wings of the bats extending and flapping, moving him out of the way just enough for him to use the attack he was waiting for a moment to use "I say sincerely to thee, thou shalt Rest In Peace..." There was a glimmer in the engravements on his body, they shot out a large beam of energy, however it became flimsy and without form, suddenly bursting with a face at the tip. It would focus on the soul of Cecil, trying to devour it swiftly and easily and hopefully without fail. The maggots on his arms then aimed at Cecil as well, shooting out blasts of normal sized maggots that would attempt to suck out his magic by latching onto him, somewhat like a leech. The bats, again, shot large beams of energy from their eyes at Cecil at the same time. It seems as though R.I.P. was going all out. He wanted this soul and he wanted it now.
R.I.P. was immobilized by his own attack, being unable to move due to the fact that this powerful beam of soul stealing energy was quite draining. It was very good for him that Cecil got close to him, and so the beam of energy turned around to snatch his soul from behind... However before R.I.P. knew it, the beam had dissipated. The key stuck R.I.P. in his engravement before he could attack Cecil, and therefore his soul was locked. "Gah... You... We will have your soul... We can be remade... But you cannot... Rest In Peace, for I know I shall..." the tombstone collapsed into nothing but rubble, the maggots on his arms dispersing into several tiny ones and digging away into the ground. All that was left was a soul…
