Sigil | Ghost The Band

Morgues and Men

"Do you have to follow me around?" Calliope huffed as she turned toward the bodyguards that have been tailing her all day. "I have no interest in going into the monastery."

"Papa's instructions." The taller one shrugged. She immediately assumed that they were members of the church, no one else called Emeritus 'papa'. He's back already?

"Mhm, and what's his reasoning behind this? You people only tail me once a month, why is that?" It couldn't possibly be to keep her away from Terzo, she did that much herself.

"Because they've returned." The shorter one murmured, sharing a look with his colleague. Get fucked with this secrecy, honestly.

"Who the fuck is they?" She snapped, before regaining her composure. "You know what? I don't want to know. Just... back off. Stand further back." She waved them away with her clipboard. Amused, they retreated a few steps but otherwise kept silent. Good. She turned to the entrance of the mortuary, schooling her expression into a calm, sympathetic one as her next clients entered.

The woman's eyes were red and puffy, obviously from crying, and the man was stoic, only holding her by the shoulders as she tried to maintain a semblance of composure. Oh, suffering Jehovah, this is going to be a long day.

With a small smile, she motioned for them to step into her office and she shut the door behind her, casting an annoyed glance at the two men outside. She asked the couple the mandatory and necessary questions, before making arrangements for the funeral.

This is usually Sister Imperator's duty, but she was otherwise occupied today, much to Calliope's annoyance.

She stood up, concluding the meeting with condolences and alike, sympathetically walking them to the front door. She watched them leave before dropping the clipboard on the mortician's desk. The body – their son, unfortunately – was already in cold storage.

She stood in the mortician's office for a second, not really knowing what to do next. Calliope had done most of her tasks for the day, the rest being reserved for after-hours, and there wasn't another client for the next two hours. She absolutely despised dealing with the families of the deceased, it was too much for her.

Sister Imperator was good at that. The woman didn't have a soul or any emotions to speak of.

Calliope finally decided upon something do to as she turned to leave the mortician's office, only to bump into one of the stalkers.

Huffing, she pushed herself away from him before storming past the other one and entering her office, locking the door behind her. Imbeciles, she couldn't help but think.

She opened the records folder on her desktop and went about combing through reports, fixing errors and all that. She was technically always doing two jobs, both her own and Sister Imperator's.

Sister Imperator didn't know how any variant of technology worked, which resulted in her dropping off hand-written reports on Calliope's desk daily, for Cal to record into the system. It was exhaustive at first, but she got used to it rather quickly.

Soon enough, she had edited all she could, responded to any emails and added appointments to Sister's calendar.

Calliope sat with her hands in her lap, staring at the computer screen. A thought popped into her head... She entertained the idea of indulging in her guilty pleasure. Sighing, she plugged her headphones into the computer and went to the official "church" website.

Smiling faces stared at her and she scowled at the stock images. Calliope sifted through the shortcuts, ticking on 'other' and scrolling down to the bottom. She finally clicked on a suspiciously empty space between sentences and the password request popped up.