Keep demanding help.

“You know full well I can't get down, you tied me up here, now let me down. How am I talking to you if I am dead?”

“I don't know. I am crazy obviously.”

“So you can travel fast, take me to a healer or something. I am not dead.”

This finally gets her to move, she stands up, walks over, and lets you down. As you flop to the ground, you can't help but feel your body must have fallen asleep or something because you can't move at all. At least you aren't in any pain. “Ok so I can't move, so take me somewhere, clearly something is wrong with me.”

“Yes there is, you are dead. I am talking to myself.”

“Would you do this already, this is all your fault you know.”

That one stung, she starts crying again, scoops you up in her arms, pulling off the spreader bar as she does, and cradles you in her arms. “No it isn't, you killed yourself remember. I was just trying to bring you back. Now I have lost your body as well.” Then with a flash of magic, you are instantly somewhere else. A large stone cathedral is in front of you, and she is now wearing a black leather one piece swimsuit like leather garment, her arms and legs still bare. As she carries you into the building you can't help but notice that she is oddly covered in nearly the opposite of you. A man in black flowing robes trimmed in blood red greets her as she walks in with a nod. “I need you to help my friend, she says she isn't dead, but I am pretty sure she is.”

He motions for her to place you on a large stone slab like altar. Once she does he looks you over, casts a couple of spells, and then turns to her. “You are right. She is dead. I tried to contact her soul to see if it wanted to return, and did not get a reply either. I am sorry there is nothing I can do.”

“What, no I am not. I am alive damn it. Just heal me or whatever.”

“Stop yelling at me.” She screams.

“Is someone talking to you?” The priest asks her.

“There is a voice telling me that she is still alive. I don't know who it is exactly, but it sort of feels like a weird copy of my friend. All the looks, and power, but none of the hate.”

“Let me see.” He turns his attention back to you, casts some spells, and says, “Hmm.” Then a couple more spells. “I think there might be a soul still in this body. I don't know how exactly or why it didn't depart when the body died. I suppose I can revive this body if you want me to. There is a price of course, or I can banish the soul if you are sure it isn't your friend.”

“Have him heal me. You know what I am, you said so earlier. I am Djuvulia now, I am just not evil.”

She looks at the priest, “Is there any magic left in her?”

“Oh no, if this person was a wizard it isn't any more. That much is clear. I suppose it looks like there are some spells enhancing the body itself now that I look closely, and some magic items as well. Other than that I don't detect a trace of magic. Is that important to your decision?”

“Please.” You plead.

“Fine, heal it. We can then pay you with a service I suppose if that is sufficient.”

He thinks it over, then says, “Agreed.” He then begins casting spells and twisting your neck till you are sure it must have been broken. As he finishes his spells, you sight suddenly goes dark once again. The familiar taste of the ball gag fills your mouth, and you sit up with a jolt. “There it worked, you might want to take the bindings off I suppose.” Jerking to your feet, you stumble and fall. Strong soft arms catch you and you hear a click by your neck.

“I am not sure if I want to yet.” You hear her say, a bit muffled by the hood on your head. “For now I will just use my leash.” She plants you back on your feet, you take a couple of steps, but are stopped as she tugs on what you are now sure is a leash around your neck. “What task do you require of us?”