Death’s kiss. It was a type of immortality. Our clan was born from the unholy union of Death's Ferryman and a lower divine being. One that never should have been. Their love cursed the children they bore and their children's children, creating our clan. A fucked-up black-hearted group of soulless bastards that shouldn’t exist. We’re beings not unlike immortals. We can revive after dying. Even Death deeming our souls unworthy to be claimed.
