Pennhurst Insane Asylum hadn't been touched in years. It was overflowing with masses of shrubbery, looming eerily in the heart of Pennsylvania. Where it once housed the insane, it was now home to memories and ghosts, as prominent as ever.

Footsteps echoed through one of the asylum's hallways. Soft steps like walking on air, but they still reverberated with the force to shake the earth. Power flowed with each step, illuminating the shadows from the asylum's walls.

A cloaked figure swept past an opening in the hall, a wraith in the night. Visitors and thrill-seekers visited the asylum looking for ghosts or a place to get away with illicit activity, but one look upon his face and they all would tremble. He could hear them milling about downstairs. He hoped for their sakes that they stayed down there.

So he stayed hidden. He was practically air itself for how stealthy he was, but he wasn't in the mood to scare some idiot kids. His energy thrummed through his veins, needed to be released.

He stepped into the room, kicking aside the rubble in the doorway. Instantly, he sensed that there had been intruders within the room. Footsteps weren't seen in the debris, but he could detect their scent: half-bloods. Invading on his privacy. That wouldn't do.

He turned in a circle, investigating each and every photo from years past. His eyes centered on the photo stub, and the power within him flared. His golden irises turned silver as they always did when this power flowed, the curse of his infernal—

"Hey, buddy, the asylum's closed." A young voice said.

He smirked, his back to the teens.

"The asylum may be closed," He spoke, his voice like resonations in a cavern wall. "But the spirits of the insane still run rampant."

He turned slowly, silver eyes shining as a ghostly aura of light radiated around him. His cloak billowed around his figure. The air hummed with energy.

"I am Aether," He spoke, the teens frozen in fear as they gazed upon him. "Who might you be?"

The teenagers didn't speak. He had them in his clutches now. He wondered if his mother should have been Medusa, for the way he petrified people into his will.

Aether chuckled, unleashing his power. Light and energy flooded the room, and he watched as the teenagers began to vaporize into dust before his very eyes.

"Allow me to show you the light."