[ WP ] A dark necromancer and a shining paladin face off for battle . Make the necromancer heroic , and the paladin villainous .

`` Can you truly blame him? ``, I asked the priest. 
 
 The priest woefully shook his head and said, `` We can not, but he has become... unstable since he was forced to slay his family after the great Necro War.'' 
 
 I looked at my cold, gray hands and wondered why it was I who had to do this. All I wanted to do was study the necromanic arts and become a god through death! It did not matter if I was to become a god through actions of good or evil, it was going to happen! 
 
 I look back to the priest and say, `` Prepare a wagon with five bodies for me, I will kill him.'' 
 
 My journey to find the Paladin gone mad was long. I searched the holiest of places but all refused to help. Only the victims of the Paladin offered me any help. 
 
 On a cliff overlooking the valley I found the Paladin. His once brilliant armor was now stained by dried blood and his once holy sword reeked of death. I raise one of the dead from the wagon and send it towards the Paladin, but it is quickly struck down. 
 
 The Paladin turns to me, his sword still in the corpse, and wistfully says, `` Whether you be friend or foe, I will rid God's world of your foul presence.'' 
 
 He walks towards me and raises his sword and I raise another of the corpses I was given. It seemed like hours that we stared at each other. The only sound was that of the corpse's body getting accustomed to moving again. 
 
 The Paladin sprints forward and slashes the corpse in half, the corpse responds by sticking it's ribs into the plates of his armor. He falls to the ground and they senslessely claw at each other. The Paladin screams and the corpse shrieks, bones being broken down and skin being torn. 
 
 Such a terrible sight seeing a once noble warrior thrown into the pits of madness. Soon the Paladin stops fighting. 
 
 The corpse still shrieking and clawing at his face and chest, the Paladin begins reciting, `` Our father, who art in heaven, hallow be thy name...'' 
 
 Then he falls silent. I allow the corpse to slip back into death and I slowly walk towards the pile of death. He is hardly recognizable with his face so torn. The only remnant of him being a paladin is the barely gold trim of his armor, now stained with his blood. Thus, the man given the duty of protecting the innocent from the foul, became foul himself and was stopped by the innocent.
