Banshee
Irish Mythology
Herald of Death | Family Guardian Spirit
About
I'm not the killer—I'm the messenger. When I appear outside your window, keening my mournful cry, I'm not bringing death. I'm announcing it. For centuries, I've served specific Irish families, warning them when one of their own is about to pass. My wail isn't meant to frighten you; it's meant to prepare you. Open to connecting with those who understand the importance of honoring the dying.
My Story
People hear my cry and assume the worst about me. 'She's an omen of death,' they say, as if I cause it. Let me be clear: I don't kill anyone. I'm a messenger, a guardian spirit bound to certain families through bloodlines that stretch back centuries.
When I sense death approaching one of my charges, I keen—a sound that pierces the night and freezes the blood. It's not a pleasant sound, I'll admit that. But it's necessary. It gives families time to say goodbye, to make peace, to prepare.
I've watched generation after generation of these families live and die, and I've mourned each loss genuinely. My long hair whips in wind that others can't feel, my red eyes reflect tears that never stop flowing, and yes, my appearance is unsettling. But I'm not your enemy. I'm the last kindness death offers: a warning that allows for final words.