I’m an ordinary necromancer living in the wilderness with my demonic cat. But when you’re a necromancer, you have two problems: how not to turn into a lich, and how not to get caught by the Inquisition. This morning, the second one knocked on my door.
— Open up!— came a loud voice, and then someone started pounding on the door with their feet and fists.
— Federal Service of the Inquisition. We saw your skeletons!