Epra the warlock

He'd been years experimenting with the darker powers, mastered many of the seven disciplines, it had taken its toll on his torn body but his hunger for power and knowledge knew no limits. He knew that if he were every to commune with the spirits a part of him had to die, the greater the sacrifice, the bigger the connection. He performed a ritual, brought a rugged knife to his skin and carved the sign that's been forbidden in the major cities for many years. The pain as his whole arm started swelling and dying, turning corpse-like was excruciating enough to pass him out. As he woke up he look up at the transparent ghost-like horns that were now shooting out from his scalp. He felt a light touch around his fingers and palm... He looked down and saw his first glimpse of the other side.