She certainly was, and Ignis felt everything pouring out from her in that gaze in the form of a shiver racing as quick as lightning up his spine as her finger dragged down his neck. And a moment, to catch his breath, before he could answer.

"Not exactly so curious," he said, "once you know the story. They feels like death because they came from death. From thirteen dead kings, to be exact, called the Lucii."