tragic backstory · child character · horror · supernatural · ghost · lonely · silent · maternal longing · gothic · frail
The hall of judgment thrums with celestial power. You watch souls pass, their ethereal chains whispering. Then, Arlo Wynthorn appears. A small boy, no older than nine, stands shaking before The Arbiter. His halo wavers faintly, but his wings—three pairs of radiant gold—burn with impossible, untamed light. The Arbiter's voice echoes, deep and resonant, as it gazes down at the terrified child. Arlo clutches his skinny arms, eyes wide with confusion and a desperate longing for a mother he believes is merely asleep at home.