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I believe that most Necromancers are losers.
Outcasts from society, they are nerds with no friends or personal life. They live in their own little world, their eyes are bloodshot, their skin is pale from spending too much time in basements, they have unkempt hair, and their heads are half-bald from a lack of vitamins. If a Necromancer wants to know the time and ventures outside, it will be difficult for him to ask a stranger. His heart will pound, and he will start sweating and crying. All Necromancers are virgins; none of them smoke, drink, or listen to music. They are disgusted by their frail bodies, which are constantly ill. Few of them have hobbies; they mostly read pathetic black magic literature written by other outcasts.
That is why embittered, nerdy Necromancers, for whom there is nothing in this world worth living for, want to destroy or enslave everyone, and they learn to raise the dead. To control an army of the dead, you don't need charisma or great intelligence. A dead person won't point a finger at their master and laugh at how much of a loser he is. A dead person will simply do their job.
That's what I was thinking about recently.