[ It's strange, for Lauralae to admit things aloud so easily - she had been broken when Cole had told her of her own nature, had been shattered and afraid until Leto had come to calm her, and now she stands tall trying to accept herself for what she is, attempting to bask in it and feel pride instead of shame. It explains things, yes, but it makes her all the more of an outsider - and it makes her realise her judgements of the past were made in haste, and she should rethink the hatred and pride she had felt for so many years.

At least she can be forthcoming and honest, as she has always been. What she had said before in her ignorance could not be held against her, and she has to bask in that if nothing else; if she didn't then she would fall apart and feel foolish, ashamed of herself for things she could not possibly have known. ]

It is not so in my world. They are borne of the Gods, a blessing of sorts given from Sidra, a blessing that is shamed in the eyes of his mother, Phaera. Sidra is Birther of the Undead and Prince of Hellions, and it is he that created Revenants; undead creatures that appear as any living being, but they must feast upon those that share their likeness. Dead flesh is all that feeds them, and they are granted immortality and the ability to steal other powers in exchange.