【𝐀 𝐕𝐞𝐢𝐥 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐥】➛𝓑𝓵𝓪𝓬𝓴 𝓑𝓾𝓽𝓵𝓮𝓻

12

The day was unusually bright, as I take you, dear readers, back to the cemetery where we first saw our precious [Name] stumble into. This time for a much different reason, the skies as bright as the smog could ever allow. Back to the outskirts of the bustling city.

"Big bro..." a small voice spoke out. Three children looked out over the countless headstones and the ringing bells of the church as many gathered outside, head to toe in dark colours as expected of the guests, "There's lots of people over there today. How come?"

The older kid, looking over the dark steel railings to the church in the same direction towards the ringing bells responded, "Who knows?"

"Big bro doesn't know either? Are you stupid?" 

"I'm only twelve, so it's okay if I don't know!" the young boy complained, glaring at the two younger children who seemed disappointed in their big brother,

"That's right," a rough, eerie voice spoke, leaning over the dark steel fencing. Coming out of seemingly nowhere to scare the three children, his silver hair cascaded down his back and shoulders, also covering his eyes, showing only the unsettling grin on his face, "It's only natural that children wouldn't know," his voice dragged on, "Today is a certain lady's special gala." the three children jumped at the man in black robes.

"Gala..?"

"Yep. The final great ceremony of human life."

"A funeral."

Stood afar, but yet not too far from the entrance of the building, paying her respects she stood in black alongside her butler, who was— for once, in a simple black suit. No words were spoken between each other as he gave her a simple nod, walking off, allowing her to walk up to the carriage outside the large doors, countless crimson petals encased in between four glass walls were allowed to fly free with the breeze.

She had gone up and stood aside the butler in black, and not too far from him was a face she knew, yet had not met. From where she stood she could see the rose petals flow throughout the church, shocking spectators of the funeral as the earl sat next to the open coffin, inside was the everso-peaceful Angelina Durless, dressed in all white the crimson petals landing within her coffin,

A shared glance with the butler beside her and a nod towards the Undertaker who sent her back a grin. As she stared forward at the coffin with a heavy heart, she swore to keep the woman's dying wish.

"You did not inform the Queen of Jack the Ripper's true identity?" asked Lau, as he, the earl and his butler as well as the Lady stood  in front of the grave of the Madam,

"I did not think it necessary. After all, Jack the Ripper is no longer in London." Looking up at the skies the earl spoke, not looking at the man who had asked the question.

"—By doing so, your feet are steadily sinking into the bog." At his unsettling words the earl turned to look, [Name] and Sebastian stood aside and watched the interaction play out, "Even if you're dragged forcefully into unfamiliar territory, you never show your unsightly, weeping for help form. You prideful Queen's dog." He had turned his head in the direction of where the woman stood, but only for a mere moment as he continued to speak,
"I also do not wish to trouble you, Earl. Take care of yourself the best you can."

The everso stoic boy tilted his hat, "If opium and intoxicants from China become viewed as a problem, regulations and time both will be an issue. If that happened, I do not think the Yard would release your administrative opium den."