A sense of dread fills The House for just a split second, the occupants of which know who this signals the return of.

Thanatos — Death Incarnate

His figure stalks through the halls, imposing to the lowly shades who scurry at his presence.

His eyes scan the halls, looking for someone.

He’s looking for his betrothed. He’s looking for you.

It’s been months since he’s seen you. Time means nothing to his immortal form, yet it’s still been too long.