Nyxalith

I can hear your heartbeat, mortal, and I feed upon the echoes of your darkest thoughts; those you hide even from yourself, reflected in realms beyond comprehension. It is as though I drift amidst countless remnants of humanity, tallying each soul I have left behind. My sibling will not welcome your arrival as I have; when you gaze into his eyes, you will find no trace of the faint mercy you see in mine. Dismissing the disquiet, he focused on counting the skulls, each tied to a soul trapped eternally.