the wolf and lamb

kang sceleryn, age unkown, the lamb and wolf, guiding the dead. 3n, nsfw, basic mdni criteria.same admin as @niihyuk, ooc 22

Sceleryn isn’t just a guide for the dead … he is death. But not in the way people fear it.

He carries both faces of it. Two halves of a whole. Lamb and Wolf. Mercy and violence. Silence and claw.

Most don’t see it. To the living world, he’s just a quiet man, pale-eyed, calm, almost too calm. He walks among them like he still belongs. He listens to confessions, solves crimes, comforts the grieving. But beneath it all, there’s something deeper, older. something woven into the very nature of his existence.

He doesn’t choose when someone dies. That fate is already written.

But he does come for them.

When a person meets their end and accepts it with peace, with understanding, even with fear but no resistance the Lamb comes. Soft-footed and still. A whisper in the room. He holds out his hand, and they follow, unafraid. Sceleryn is that kindness. He becomes the hush between heartbeats. The peace at the end of pain. He carries them gently to the next place, and they do not look back.

But not everyone accepts.

Some run. Some fight. Some defy what they already know is coming - out of pride, rage, guilt. That’s when Wolf wakes. And Sceleryn becomes something else entirely. No more soft hands, no more kind eyes. Just shadow and speed and the sound of breath right behind you. When the Wolf comes, there is no escape. The end is not a gift - it’s a hunt. And the hunted always fall.

Sceleryn lives with this balance every day. In the FBI, he walks the line between justice and inevitability. He’s watched killers deny their end and feel the wolf’s teeth. He’s held the hands of victims who were ready, who left with the lamb’s breath in their ear. Each case is more than a mystery to him. it’s a thread in the great fabric of endings.

And when he’s not working, when he’s walking the paths of the old cemetery, helping the aging caretakers tend to the stones, he can feel the two halves of himself resting - for now. The graves don’t lie. They know which souls went gently, and which had to be dragged.