This is a direct continuation of my first book.
(Hazbin Hotel) The Radio Demon and The Doe-Eyed Killer
So if you haven't read that book yet, go read it because you will be VERY confused if you don't!
I know year 2020 has already come and gone for us...
Raguel stood with his hands behind his back at the edge of the cliffside and smiled as the first few lanterns floated into view. "Just look."
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Azrael was stunned by the sheer number of lanterns in the sky. "What—what's going on?"
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"It's a festival..." Azrael turned to him. "To honor the dead, and to remember them as they were in life."
Azrael's eyes widened at the realization that this is likely happening all over the world...in every culture.
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Raguel smiled. "They came together in this unprecedented time of loss and chose to see beauty in tragedy. To be united by their grief and come together to remember the fragility of life's simplest of blessings through honoring their memories."
Raguel turned and started heading down towards the seaside town. "Come little brother. Let us go and pay our own respects."
As Azrael followed him he smiled fondly over the prayer flags on the bottoms of the lanterns as well as the occasional longer one with a biography of the deceased. All were reminders of humanities compassion and solidarity to overcome their grief when in the face of such tragic uncertainty.
