The necromancer raised spirits and apparitions to harass the living to channel their spirits’ energy back into his dark net, and to make each soul squirm, manifesting terror and horror on the surrounding cities and towns. He would surround the aura of a troubled, orphaned youth or only child with his spirit, like a black cloak suffocating a sleeping child, the coarse twine and burlap sack and a plastic bag over the head to quickly asphyxiate, letting the arms dangle lifeless and the spirit energy of that youth sucked up into the psychic field of the necromancer.
They worked in teams, overseeing vast networks of command-and-control psychic organizations. It operated through mind control, the very thoughts, feelings, and nervous system action, the muscle movements and twitching of fingers and eyelids were under the control of the slave drivers, each in their position, controlling several souls. Each in turn ordered to control the actions of others, the necromancer in his den surveilled all through the remote viewing the sensory perception of his officers; the generals, corporals, sergeants, and lieutenants of the death state night controlling the minds, thoughts, feelings, and emotions of the slaves within each’s grasp.
Each network he controlled was brainwashed thoroughly, through repetitive sounds, through the psychic whip, through desire, the carrot, and the stick. Through mesmerizing spectacle, the necromancer kept his slave workforce and army in a trance, with troublemakers humiliated and whipped relentlessly while onlookers watched closely, jeering and psychically attacking those marked for beatings. They had to feel it, to embrace the dark energy, to join with the evil spirits in malicious hazing of those who stepped out of line. They were watched closely by their overseers. The ones who internalized the wrath, rage, and hate towards their victims would be promoted to supervisor. The ones who failed to sufficiently hate their fellows were placed on probation or marked for torture themselves.
The most powerful, multi-tasking, hypnotizing, and energy channeling psychics who thoroughly bought into the necromancer’s grand vision and carried out his commanders’ orders with gusto and relish were promoted. There was level 0 through 33. Each level carried a new group of skills that the dark lord would bestow upon his underlings. At one level, one could command images and create apparitions in the astral plane. Snakes would come to life, slithering to wrap around and squeeze the life blood out of their prey. Vultures would circle the dreams of the scared and marginalized, circling as they gasped for water and shade in the seething blood boiling heat of a fantasy nightmare.
Some could channel their emotions and feelings, their heartache and rage into anger to lash out in their mind’s eye against their opponent, hurting them physically in the real world. At one level they could travel through the dreamscape, at another control the dreams of others, at a third manifest their victims’ dreams into reality to control the destiny of their subjects. Then there was the psychic world of command and control. The psychic program of the necromancer was strong. He could command a man to think certain thoughts, and project them on to the minds of others to indoctrinate and hypnotize them to believing what he wanted them to believe as real. It never came from the dark lord. Confusion and disorientation were his dark angels of the night.
The ancient arts of surveillance allowed the dark one to decide whom to target to dominate and abuse. The necromancer’s servants did this through remote viewing, the ability to enter the psychic field of the victim or slave worker one wished to control, and feel what they felt, taste what they tasted, hear what they heard, and even be able to verbalize their thoughts before they could think it. No secret clandestine network hidden among the slave labor force could hide when the army of remote viewers captured control of suspected dissidents, and the operatives, bosses with a badge, who rooted out thought-crime. For workers, their very thoughts made them prisoners. Free will was the enemy. Through remote viewing one could assume command of another’s personhood and direct the id and ego to internalize the will of the demon lord. Through networks of command, control, surveillance, and servitude, the commanders of the necromancer’s workforce army could control the very essence of his subjects, and project his will and his evil death multiplying energy upon the soldiers of the night, the workers of death, the uprooters of trees, and burners of oil.
The best psychics at surveillance, hypnosis, and mind control were given emerald, green pills, crystals, and amulets to enhance their abilities, and allow them to control dozens, hundreds, and even thousands of their underlings at once. The troublemakers were leeched of psychic energy and given downers. They were hooked on alcohol, weed, heroin, oxycontin, sleeping pills, and psych meds to stupefy and sedate them, lest they learn the way of light to defend, protect, liberate, and heal. The most loyal gained strength, derived from the sinful energy of death and night. The light workers languished weak, isolated, and distraught; harassed, tortured, interrogated, and hypnotized, they eventually were turned to the dark side to sell their souls or became human sacrifice to feed the demonic horde.
Psychic rape, withholding sex, forcing them to sleep day and night, followed by torture sessions of sleep deprivation, these were the weapons of sadistic terror. The constant repetition of words and phrases to manifest evil into their victim’s reality, contorting the victim’s bodies, remotely squeezing their internal organs, moving their hands and arms and torso through some sort of Matilda’s mind melding remote-control takeover of the victim’s anatomical nervous system; these were the tools. There were a thousand ways to inflict pain and deprive pleasure, to break the spirits of the slave workforce army, to make compliant serfs out of once free men.
The necromancer, to control his underlings, did not have to project total control all the time for everyone. That was in his power, he assured his commanders, but he did not need to do so at this time. For every commander thoroughly indoctrinated, hypnotized, and trained, he could channel the dark energy spirit into him. That evil force, which encased its vessel of flesh and bone, then drained the life energy of its’ victims into the demon lair where the necromancer worshiped and concocted his devilish plots. Each worker had a spirit and a soul; the necromancer wanted it all. It must be used up; it must be spent. Each serf was given just enough freedom to do the job commanded; the job channeled the time and energy and spiritual life force of the slave so the necromancer could amass more and more power.
It was power from the beaten workforce army, power over nature, and power over life itself. Therefore, all life energy, all willpower, and all intelligence were centralized, stored in the demon lair, the secret center of the sorcerer’s chambers, and then redistributed, allocated, and dispensed on a by-need basis, all chained to the necromancer and his devil’s spirt guide through a central astral connective thread to the army of the night.
That army also used the power of modern technology. First, the ancient arts of psychic surveillance and thought control, the command center’s human brain magnified its domination through electronic surveillance, with men with guns indoctrinated and hypnotized, strengthened to dominate and kill and weakened to obey their masters. Sex and desire, comfort and care were inducements and rewards; whippings, suffering, starvation, and an early death were the chains of punishment for failure to fully obey.
Racial and faux-religious division, hatred, stereotypes, and fear kept civilian populations divided and at each other’s throats rather than uniting against the necromancers’ death machine. The city spires kept families in line to their race-group’s dictated talking points, world view, rituals, and marching orders-and hatred of the other. Families kept their own members in check.
And thus, the army of death was marshalled and mastered, each divided into legions, regiments, battalions and squadrons; mobilized into competing cartels over subsets of industry. There was iron, steel, timber, mining, transport, hypnosis, indoctrination, thought-control, psychic warfare, the manipulation of desire, finance, electronic surveillance, aerospace, and weapons manufacture.
Through deceit and confusion no one seemed to know who they served. They lusted for power, control, wealth, sex, virility and fame. Each corporate entity operated under its own internal logic. No man, even if he broke free from the necromancer’s grasp for a minutia, could challenge or divert the steadfast tread of the dark one’s soldiers’ footsteps. They marched in unison, together, steadily for centuries, quicker and faster, more, and more. The necromancer amassed his forces and sent them to root out all green and blue life energy from the planet’s ecosystem, to categorize, contain, collect, and classify. They churned it into coinage, a commodity, drained of energy and then channeled into the secret sub-section of the sorcerer’s chamber to satisfy the endless appetite of the demon lord.