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ALL ABOUT DEATH
Aeva smiled after Jacob as he moved down the line to catch the scent of the rest of her family. She didn't know why she had taken such an interest in the spirit-wolf, but she wasn't about to question it. He'd made her look twice, and it was usually hard for anyone to keep her attention for long.
After Shiloh, she didn't entertain males very often. She'd died. Then immediately after resurrection, she had to assume her role as an heir to the Elysian throne. Between training with her powers, etiquette class, meditations, community service and training with the royal guard, Aeva had no time to herself anyways.
Of course she was grateful for what her grandfather had done for her, but she wanted a choice. She wanted to complete the ceremony of Autus like her cousin's had. To drink from the cup of Acheron as her father had when he turned twenty-one.
Now she was forever nineteen. Forever a teenager.
How fucking lame.
Someone clearing their throat pulled Aeva out of her thoughts. Snapping her attention to the culprit, she looked toward her father.
"As I was saying, royal children are all blessed with a gift from either Azriel or Neco. Almost one hundred percent of the time, your blessing will come from your precedent. Meaning, reapers are blessed by Azriel, and necromancers are blessed by Neco. Although, since they are brothers, there is a slim chance that your blessing could come from either."
"Syx is the first royal descendent of Azriel to be blessed by Neco in a millenium."
Looking towards his son, Caesar let him continue.
Syx stepped out of line and into the semi-circle the three groups had created, hesitant to all of the creatures that surrounded him. His molten silver eyes swirled, and the hairs on the back of his neck stood up. It had been a while since he was around other supernatural beings that weren't of his kind. His body didn't know how to react.
"So," He started, "While I was born into a family of reapers, I have the characteristics of a necromancer. Stark white hair, pale skin, and no scythe."
"I can also raise the dead," Syx added. "You can imagine how hard it would've been if I wasn't in the royal family. Kids are cruel, and as we mentioned before, reapers don't particularly care for necromancers."
"Luckily I can fight," He joked, getting a laugh out of a couple of the Cullens, and a full blown cackle from Emmett.
Syx was always tentative with members of his kind. Hate-speech was very prevalent in their community and Necromancers were often described as 'rancidus' by Reapers.
You can get an idea of what that means even without a translation.
It wasn't as if the Necromancers didn't have the same or even worse things to say about the Reapers, but being surrounded by people who resented his powers proved to be very challenging growing up. Of course no-one bothered him, his name-sake made sure of that. But he couldn't help but wonder how many of his friends secretly hated him.
