The Burial if it could even be called that was not a dull or sour affair Cole was expecting it to be. Instead it was a full blown festival. There were choirs, pyrotechnics, traditional Japanese kabuki dancers! In fucking Africa, in fucking Oganenigu. Future or not this was still a village deep in the boonies. But this was a burial fit for a king and his queen….and while the hell not…..the Old man was king like no other.
And the people here knew it, which was why they were here to honor him. In the end it seems the patriarch of the Night family had put more good in this world than evil, and his wife, her dark deeds were all buried deeply with only the choices she had made in regards to her family being made known.
