#kibosh

А вот и мой первый полноценный рисунок с Кибошем😗

Drew my friend @mpsansy's Interpretation of Kibosh

The ruler of all peaceful ghosts

Lore: Before becoming a wandering soul, Lethara was a woman known for her immense compassion—though to the people of her village, it seemed more like stupidity. She lived until the age of 35, dedicating her life to caring for others, sheltering strangers, and offering help even when no one else would. To her, human kindness still existed; people simply needed to be given a chance. And it was precisely that faith that ended up killing her. One night, while the authorities were chasing a wounded man begging for shelter, Lethara—believing he was yet another victim of the world’s cruelty—decided to hide him in her home. She never questioned his words too deeply. She never wanted to. She preferred believing that even broken people could change. But she was wrong. That man was not innocent.

He was a murderer.And the moment he had the chance, he stabbed her without hesitation. As she bled out on the floor of her own house—the same house where she had protected so many—Lethara felt something worse than pain: disappointment. Not toward the man… but toward herself. She had mistaken kindness for naïveté. And yet, even on the edge of death, she could not fully hate. In her final moments, she prayed. She simply sent out a desperate plea to whatever might be listening. And against all logic… she succeeded.

She returned as a ghost of relatively high rank, able to bring comfort to lost spirits, ease the fear of the dying, and even appear before certain people during moments of deep sorrow. But that gift came with a cruel price. Lethara could never forget how she died. The memory remains untouched in her mind, like a wound that never heals: the blood on the floor, the betrayal, the empty stare of that man, and the unbearable weight of mistaking evil for suffering. That memory haunts her eternally