Kenopsia

Kenopsia - The eerie, forlorn atmosphere of a place that is usually bustling with people but is now abandoned and quiet.

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The only thing that alerts you to him is his breathing. Ragged, and wet, it persists evenly until you turn around ever so slowly. You meet his dead gaze and the rattling breath stops. He stops breathing.

"Are you afraid of death?"

His voice is hard and raspy, and it runs a claw up your spine and makes you shudder. Slowly, you shake your head no. The Wildclaw across from you may have smirked, if he was anyone else. Instead, the Veil opens up behind him, green, crackling magic sparking between his fingers.

"Then you won't mind following me. Will you."

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The Plaguebringer holds this one - She will take one of Azrael's children per clutch. And while the eldest held too much rage, and the youngest too much rebellion, Kenopsia was just right. Already enamored with his mother's abilities, he didn't blink to be able to serve the Plaguebringer so closely.

So Kenopsia checks on those who have moved on, and occasionally opens the Veil to let a new one in. He spends more time in the land of spirits than the living, and it shows. Chronically skinny, like his mother, with blank eyes and an expressionless face, he puts other at unease. That itself is enough for his older sister to hate him. Not that it is much of his concern.

They told him something long ago about the Dread Wolf holding him. Maybe he does, but that poor Wolf doesn't want to go where Kenopsia is heading.

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Angels say they can make you suffer
They give and take like a vicious lover

When all this loses meaning,
You'll never want it back somehow
Awake but still I'm dreaming
And never waking up

Alone...Where I'm not alone