Death - Senses pain

Any spiteful satisfaction Death might have gained from their discomfort vanished utterly, however, beneath the tide of agony flowed from up ahead.
It wasn't his pain; he wasn't suffering in any way. But he was aware of the torment of others, the anguish of creatures unaccustomed to such things. It was rather like the tang of rain in the air, or that first gust of wind announcing the coming of winter, sensed by the spirit rather than the body.
And he felt, too, the recent passing of so very many souls.

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Chapter 3