The Days When Father and Son Were Kind and Filial to Their Old Enemy

After the death of the necromancer Nagalore, he was reincarnated as the son of his old enemy, Moxxi. The man who killed him with an indifferent expression a second ago is now holding him and becoming a successful silly father. "Son, call me daddy." "..." Nagarol thrust the bowl into his face angrily. In order to avoid being exterminated by his biological father just after he was reborn, Nagalore had to grit his teeth and pretend to be a son. ================== #The upright Paladin gave birth to a dark and cunning cub# The father of the hero, the mother of the saint, and the reincarnation of him. Moxxi originally thought that he was the only one who was abnormal in this family, but slowly he discovered: The saint's murderous intention is a bit serious... Isn't the old enemy the Son of Light? Why is it still turning black? ! ================== An accident allowed Moxie to retrieve the Book of the Dead, a magical weapon from his previous life. However, the Book of the Dead lost a large number of pages and was seriously damaged. What's even weirder is that the Book of the Dead actually lost color after absorbing light magic! Moxxi was confused: A book of the dead with light attributes? ? So a certain necromancer was tinkering around like this, cheating on his old enemy from time to time to adjust his body and mind, and secretly exploring the unsolved mysteries of his past life. ================== When the identity is reversed and the soul remains the same, am I still me? This is a journey of a necromancer looking for the light. ================== Ps: With a bit of Cthulhu and a lot of personal settings, (whispering) I can't come up with anything new these days when writing Western fantasy without a bit of Cthulhu...