Naught But A Wisp

When death finds you, you become a wisp of light. An orb in the darkness. Your first goal is coming to terms with your new existence. But first you're welcomed into the fold by the souls that surround you. Then after some time, it becomes you, who welcomes the lost souls to the fold. You become an instrument of death. One with the night, the souls of the damned become your domain. Time begets transformation, into something much more powerful then you were in life.