I stumbled into the apartment in a daze. I was a little... Okay very drunk. Honestly given the shit that went down last night I wouldn't have it any other way. 

"Yo Chad how was your Tinder date with Ariel?" Asked my roommate Mike, without looking away from his game of CoD. I felt a wave of nausea slam against my stomach. I don't know how I managed to stop myself from throwing up all over the carpet. 

"Dude not her name! Also like... You know... She's a mermaid," I slured before downing more of the whiskey I bought on the walk here. 

"Yeah I know bro," he chuckled, "So which half fish?"

"Ugh I think it was left. It's not like I fucking asked her," I answered as I maneuvered my way to the couch. Next thing I knew Mike was doing a Monster spit take, spraying little neon green spit droplets were being all over the TV.

"Wait what? How the fuck does that even work?" He demanded. Before answering him I chugged some more whiskey.

"I'm still not sure man. All I know is you owe me a lot more than a six pack,"

The rumors claimed that Lord Roth was capable of becoming anyone in his presence. Before today Callie had always dismissed those claims as mere hearsay, yet there she was standing in front of herself. Her heart was racing and hands couldn't stop shaking; which made the undead army behind her to flail about like dying fish. It had also been suggested that the tyrant had the ability to mimic people's gifts, and for obvious reasons Callie wasn't exactly thrilled that he might also be able to raise the dead. Between drawing her sword and advancing her army Callie inhaled sharply. She told herself that she traveled all the way here to kill this monster and that's exactly what she was going to do. 

"Do you really want to kill yourself little girl?" Lord Roth demanded reminding her that revenge would cost her her young life. Without responding Callie glanced back at the thousands of soldiers in her undead army, all of them fell victim to Lord Roth in one way or another. She knew what she had to do.