The mourners scatter about the massive cathedral's ancient chapel, crying tears of mourning over the loss of a man near and dear to their heart. At the front of the chapel, in front of the pews, lay the coffin that holds the corpse of the mourned. Beside the coffin, a little to the left, was a picture of the man, one full of life. He possessed shaggy brown hair, always unkempt, his eyes an anemic silver, seeming to be faded and empty, his simile in a similar state of affairs. In contrast, his body was anything but anemic, seeming to be a pillar of strength, gaining him admiration wherever he so dared to tread. A salute welded to his alabaster forehead, he appeared the perfect soldier. People lined up, waiting for their chance to drop a …show more content…
The latecomer had a pale complexion that seemed to match that of his cold, dead, companion, and yet it seemed different somehow. Worse, even. However, that wasn’t even the strangest thing about the man, as it appeared that he was in possession of an object that people had been looking for all this time: the man’s dog tags. Somehow, the latecomer appeared to possess something that the family thought they should have possessed, but they were the ones that knew better. They knew what the man wanted done with them, and so did the latecomer. The closest member to the family of the man, quietly walking from the front pew, towards the latecomer. “I didn’t know you could walk into churches. Are you alright,” the man’s wife asked the latecomer out of pity.
“Hm? Well, I can’t say that it feels pleasant, but I think I can manage,” the latecomer spoke in the strong, quiet voice that seemed to send shivers down anyone’s spine. “Besides, I wouldn’t miss this for the world.”
“Thank you,” the wife thanked the latecomer, grateful for his