The Cemetaerie remembers its sinners, and Sangrim is among the most infamous. Once mortal, his greed drove him to spill more blood than the earth could bear, until the soil itself rebelled against him. The Faewilde whispers that his bones were chained where he fell, cursed to dangle forever as a warning to those who hunger for power at any cost.
This necklace embodies his punishment. Hematite bars, gleaming like forged shackles, alternate with glossy onyx and matte black beads that draw in the light. Red seed beads pulse between them, tiny drops of blood that refuse to fade. At the clasp, gunmetal skulls guard the fastenings, reminding the wearer that no chain is easily broken.
The skeletal pendant hangs as Sangrim himself hangs, arms bound, body suspended — a grim relic, both brutal and mesmerizing. Wearing it is less about adornment and more about carrying a story: a shard of the Faewilde’s darker truth, forged into elegance.
Not all beauty is meant to soothe. Some is meant to remind.
