Pledged Silence

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"We come together in grief acknowledging our demon loss. This is a time, when all of us, in one way or another, are confronted with feelings of loss and uncertainty. But you should all remember one thing; our Queen the ever so loving Lilith will be in our hearts forever missed by our King who loved her so much, and as we think this, we send her off to the afterlife, hoping that her life there will be as loving as the one she had lived. Of course, there will be sadness in our hearts as we think of her passing, but fret not, as she is looking down upon us with a smile."

The pastor moved away from Lilith's grave allowing her friends and family to slowly put beautiful bouquets of stunning white lilies on it with tears in their eyes.

Her whole family showed up; all of her children and sisters and brothers, but no matter how much Archer looked around while he let Moloch rest his forehead on his shoulder, looking away from all the paparazzi with their flashing cameras, he saw that Lilith's husband was nowhere in sight.

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"You won't find him," a female voice spoke behind Archer at the funeral service. "Trust me, I've tried to see if he was here, but seems like father doesn't care that she has died."

The human had turned to see another sibling of Moloch, he knew by her marigold eyes that were just a tad darker than Moloch's. Her hair was a dark brown, short and straight going just past her ears with a side fringe. She was shorter than Archer and wore dark clothes, just like everyone around him, including himself.

"Doesn't seem like the loving husband type the pastor was talking about," he mumbled, not able to keep his mouth shut.

The woman nodded her head, gulping down the last contents of a glass she held in her hand down. "No, he never was." She looked straight at him. "It's nice to officially meet you though, Archer, although I apologise for the glumly circumstances." She held out her hand. "I'm Hedda, Moloch's older sister."

Archer nodded slightly and shook her hand, raising an eyebrow. "Another one, huh?"

She grimaced slightly. "Oh, god, which one of my other sisters did you properly meet before me then?" she asked. "Please tell me it wasn't Farren, she's the rude one out of us."

He shook his head with a faint smile. "I met the eldest, Czarina."

Hedda nodded in what seemed like relief. "Good, she's best out of us, I think." She smiled slightly at that.

Out of nowhere Moloch appeared, standing right next to Archer, looking at his sister with a small smile. "Hello, Hedda."

She nodded at him. "Hello, baby brother, it's nice to see you again." She turned to Archer. "It was nice meeting you, but if you excuse me, it seems I better get going. Gotta talk to other guests here before the service ends."

And just like that she was walking away leaving Archer and Moloch alone staring after her retreating figure while they were stuck in their own thoughts.

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Both of the boys made polite conversation with the guests, exerting no real energy. How could they though? Lilith had died for them.

Archer heard a sniffling sound as strong arms wrapped around his waist and crumpled his newly ironed suit jacket. He leaned back into Moloch's arms.

"I want to go home." Moloch's voice was a hoarse whisper, raw from the tears he had cried the night before. They were both exhausted. Neither had slept properly since it had happened, nothing about that night had been spoken about; not the kiss nor Lilith's departure.