The Insatiable Reaper, part 1

We are made of that which we see and that which we cannot see. Upon death, our flesh drops to the floor, limp and lifeless. But the spirit bursts forth, like wine from a broken jug. Most people don’t sense it. The few who do know not what to do with it. But the practitioner of the dark magic, attuned to the subtle energies, may draw on it before it dissipates – and transmute it into the most destructive of powers.