Haunted Wood Hosts of the Air

His brows raised in surprise as his eyes sought the face of his supposed brother, hoping to see a joking smirk or what-have-you. But no. The ghost seemed entirely serious in his statements. Death had no reason to doubt this information - hoped it to really be true, in a way. He averted his gaze then, staring at the nothingness that lay out of the reaches of his territory. He only now noticed that Abaddon smelt different from those he knew. He liked it.

Big brother. I like that. She said, a little softer than he did normally. They called me Death. I don't like it much. It's not a good thing. He introduced himself, probably for the first time. He suddenly regretted not lying outright about his name. He didn't want his cool big brother to call him Death at all.

He looked to Abaddon again as he posed a question. The little brat was quick to answer; Very much.