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 Afterlife Connection  has ability to connect to the afterlife, linking to the "world beyond" also where spirits/souls go Afterlife Messaging  can deliver messages to others even when they are dead, and they are in spirit or essence form Afterlife Traveling  can travel between the living world and the land of the dead, freely and safely navigating both the life and afterlife side and any adjacent dimensions connecting the two Cemetery Empowerment  becomes stronger, faster, more durable, etc. when they are in cemetery or areas where people are buried, possibly unlocking abilities related to the affinity and enhancing the existing powers Clairvoyance  power to acquire information using sight outside the normal range of detection Death Empowerment  becomes stronger, faster, more durable, etc. by the deaths of others, possibly unlocking abilities related to the affinity and enhancing the existing powers Death Magic  can utilize powerful spells that involve death itself, which can be an extremely potent magic that can cause any living thing to die or cause powerful spells using the supernatural forces of death, either instantly or eventually Death Sense  can sense the coming of death, determining when someone is dead or dying or if others have died in a specific location Mediumship  spirit mediums, individuals that can perceive, communicate or otherwise interact with the souls/spirits of others; can banish these entities from an area or summon souls/spirits that will defend them if they were ever to come to harm Necromancy  has powers that revolve around manipulating the dead, death, the death-force and/or souls; can also communicate with the deceased

 Necropresence  simultaneously exists everywhere death exists, where those are about to die are present and where the dead manifest or reside, regardless of where Phantasm Manipulation  can create, manipulate, and destroy ghosts/specters and their energies, can induce fear into the hearts of others, use ghosts to cause great chaos and control the souls of others when they are dead Spiritual Aura  can surround themselves in spiritual energy, allowing them to use various offensive/defensive powers Spiritual Awareness  possesses a heightened awareness/sensitivity to the paranormal, allowing such feats as being able to see or sense entities, such as spirits, ghosts, angels, and demons, that are normally invisible to humans Spirit Barrier  is capable of creating barriers that spirits are unable to pass, allowing them to trap spirits in an area by creating the barrier around the spirit location or protect someone from spirits by creating a barrier around them Soul Manipulation  can freely create, shape, and control the soul/souls, the incorporeal and immortal essence of a living thing, souls are usually most obviously present in sentient beings Planeswalking  can travel to other planes of existence, myriads of different metaphysical realities all simultaneously coexisting within the same expanded cosmology Teleportation  can move instantaneously from one location to another without physically occupying the space in between or transfer matter (beings/objects, including themselves) or energy from one point to another without traversing the physical space between them

Long before names were written in stone, before prayers were spoken over graves, there existed a place between worlds.The living knew nothing of it. The dead rarely remembered it.It was a corridor of dusk, suspended between the final breath and whatever came after. A place where memory lingered longer than flesh and where forgotten souls wandered beneath an endless violet sky.It is there that Morgue walks.The spider lilies bloom wherever her lantern shines. Crimson petals emerge from barren ground, marking every soul she guides. To some, they are flowers of mourning. To Morgue, they are proof that someone existed. Proof that a life mattered. Proof that no one should vanish without remembrance.There was a time when she walked alone.In those distant days, she was neither saint nor keeper. She was simply a witness to endings. She watched kings and beggars die beneath the same sky. She listened to final confessions and carried last memories through the veil. Her lantern held no flame. It burned with remembrance itself, illuminating paths that only the departed could see.As centuries passed, the rituals of the living began to fade. Ancient names were forgotten. Graves went untended. Souls arrived at the threshold carrying no guidance and no one waiting to remember them.The roads between worlds became tangled.Many were lost.Refusing to abandon them, Morgue remained within the veil and began gathering every fragment of memory she could find. Unfinished lullabies. Unspoken apologies. Promises made beneath rain-soaked skies. The echoes of laughter that otherwise would have disappeared forever.From these fragments, the Lantern Court was born.Yet even a guide cannot carry every burden alone.From the oldest lantern in her collection emerged the Lantern Keeper.The Keeper is the first light seen by wandering souls. Draped in funeral silks and carrying an eternal lantern, she walks ahead of Morgue through the fogbound roads between worlds. She searches for those who have lost their way and rekindles the memories that guide them home. Where her lantern shines, confusion fades and the path becomes visible once more.If the Lantern Keeper is the beginning of the journey, the Reliquary Saint is its memory.The Saint dwells among the countless relics gathered by the Lantern Court. Every token, every keepsake, every forgotten story passes through her hands. She safeguards the pieces of people that would otherwise be lost to time. Broken rosaries, faded letters, cracked lockets, and names spoken only once are preserved within her sacred reliquaries. Nothing entrusted to the Saint is ever truly forgotten.And where memory is preserved, grief must also be carried.

For that task, there is the Procession Mother.
Clad in garments woven from mourning veils and funeral banners, she walks at the rear of every procession. She gathers the sorrow left behind by both the living and the dead, carrying it so others do not have to bear it alone. Her voice is soft and steady, guiding mourners forward one step at a time. To the grieving, she is comfort. To the lost, she is reassurance. To those afraid of crossing the threshold, she is the hand that never lets go.Together they form the three sacred aspects of Morgue's purpose.The Lantern Keeper finds the lost.The Reliquary Saint remembers them.The Procession Mother carries them onward.And at the center of them all stands Morgue herself, the keeper of the threshold.She is never truly alone.Neither is Skully.Once a fearsome hound of the underworld, Skully followed Morgue into the veil and found himself transformed by the living world. The colossal beast of ruin became smaller, stranger, and considerably more interested in snacks. Though his appearance changed, his purpose did not. He remains a guardian of wandering souls, chasing away the things that lurk in forgotten places and standing watch beside every lantern-lit path.Over time, Morgue realized the dead were not the only ones who wandered.The living wandered too.They lost themselves in loneliness, exhaustion, grief, and silence.So she opened another doorway.Not a gate of stone.Not a ritual circle.A signal.A broadcast.A lantern shining through a screen.The space she created became an extension of the Lantern Court, a place where weary travelers could rest, where stories could be shared, and where no one needed to carry their burdens alone. Here, the threshold is not something to fear. It is warm. It is welcoming. It is illuminated by countless lanterns held by those who chose to stay.Because Morgue's purpose has never been death.It has always been remembrance.Her promise remains unchanged.No one crosses alone.Not the forgotten.Not the wandering.Not the grieving.Not the living.

Before the Lantern Court existed, before spider lilies bloomed along the threshold, there were hounds that roamed the deepest roads of the Underworld.Among them was Skully.No soul remembers where he came from. Some claim he was born from the first funeral pyre. Others believe he emerged from the bones of a forgotten god. The oldest spirits simply lower their voices when his name is spoken.What is known is this:He was enormous.A creature of iron bones and ember-lit eyes, large enough to blot out torchlight as he passed. His ribs resembled cathedral arches. His footsteps echoed through caverns older than memory. When he howled, wandering souls froze where they stood.Skully was not cruel.He was not kind.He was purpose given form.His duty was to hunt the lost, gather the forgotten, and return wandering spirits to the paths they were meant to walk. Through endless ages he carried out that task without hesitation. He knew nothing else.Then he saw a lantern.It was unlike any light he had encountered before.The glow was neither fearful nor desperate. It did not burn with sorrow, rage, or regret. It was warm. Gentle. Steady.Curious, Skully followed it through the corridors between worlds.At the lantern's center stood a solitary figure.She was not a queen of the dead.Not a goddess.Not a reaper.She carried no chains and demanded no obedience.Instead, she carried memory.Where Skully gathered souls, she guided them.Where he brought endings, she offered meaning.Where he saw duty, she saw lives worth remembering.For the first time in his existence, Skully stopped.He lowered his head.And when Morgue continued walking, he followed.Not because he was commanded.Because he chose to.

From that day forward, the great hound of the Underworld became her companion.When Morgue crossed into the world of the living, Skully followed once more.The realm did not know what to do with a creature forged for eternity.The vastness of his form folded inward. Ancient power compressed itself into something much smaller. Cathedral-sized bones became compact and manageable. His thunderous howl became far less intimidating than he would like to admit.Skully considers this a temporary inconvenience.Others know better.Though his size changed, nothing truly important was lost.The fire behind his eyes still burns.The instincts of an Underworld guardian remain sharp.And his loyalty to Morgue is as absolute as it has ever been.Today, Skully serves as the watchful guardian of the Lantern Court.He patrols lantern-lit roads invisible to most eyes. He chases away things that linger too close to wandering souls. He keeps watch beside the Procession Mother, naps near the Reliquary Saint's halls, and stubbornly follows the Lantern Keeper whenever she ventures into the fog.To strangers, he often appears mischievous.To friends, he is affectionate in his own peculiar way.To threats, he is a reminder that the Underworld has not forgotten how to bare its teeth.He growls at sadness.He barks at loneliness.He investigates suspicious noises with far more confidence than caution.He collects bones, keepsakes, and occasionally objects that do not belong to him.He does not fully understand personal space.Or doors.Or why Morgue insists certain things are not food.What he does understand is that no one under the lantern's light should be left alone.And so, whenever the path grows dark and the weight of the world becomes difficult to carry, Skully takes his place beside those who need him.A small hound.A stubborn guardian.A relic of the Underworld wrapped in fur, teeth, and unwavering devotion.The darkness may linger.But it will never have the last word while Skully is still growling at it.

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