Setting

A large crypt built beneath the the streets of Verinotte Hollow and sustained by the members of the Gae Ceann. The infrastructure is made out of shaped granite and white marble painted with the dark green
A large hellhound with a skull for a head and shaggy pale fur rests apon a pile of skeletal refuse, the only remains of the defeated rivals and enemies of the Gae Ceann.
The hellhound is Perro, a known member of the club and is definitely not to be trifled with.
There were numerous blue lamps and pillars depicting a series of riders on horseback, motorbike and chariot. A stained glass window lit in a sterile white light which depicted a gate to hell. The glass window was colored with green and white, the edges stained with black and two wolfish guardians encircling a steel grate built into the glass, the words 'Cwn Annwn' were written underneath it.
Benjamin and two other bikers were carrying a large dark purple coffin by its handles down the stairs, each man wore a pained look and the leader of the gang had a thin, almost mournful frown on his face. It was the first time they ever lost a member to something that wasn't murder or in the line of the sacred duty of protecting the weak from the supernaturally powerful.
Jack flanked the group, wearing a black hoodie underneath his leather jacket, his tattooed hands were by his sides as he kneeled infront a cross, whispering to himself and kissing a small cross made out of silver.
A sister had died, and it was time to bury them.
Perro never spoke much in the presence of the gang, and today's rites were no exception. With another squeeze of Jack's shoulder, Perro moved to the stone table they placed the coffin on and opened up. Naturally, whoever stitched Renny back together did a marvelous job and she looked as calm and peaceful as any of them had seen her. It was eerie.
Perro vaguely wondered if she'd screamed to foretell her own death.
He performed the usual rites involving the body, marking it with red earth and the placement of a gold coin in the corpse's mouth as payment to the ferryman. The customs that the Gae Ceann had adopted over the years were a mix of various pagan and classical traditions, and Perro took it on himself to learn all of it so he could tend to the dead in his home.
Meanwhile Benji spoke, given he was the only one qualified to as the leader.
Jack's prayers were to just one god. His mouth moved quietly, murmuring quickly about his mother, and to keep the wolf at bay with his mind. Scream wasn't the only one who couldn't keep control of her bloodlust. Perro's comforting made him stop, and he slowly stood and stood next to his two brothers at arms.
"Mother, Father. We return one of our own to you. The sins are burnt away and your daughter shall be reborn again." The truth was that she wasn't, Benjamin wasn't even sure if she would stay truly dead. People had a nasty habit of coming back to life around him, and he had hoped that would happen to Scream.
It hadn't. It was time for closure.
Benjamin looked to Perro and nodded. There was nothing in the crypt but respect for fallen brothers, the bones underneath their feet deserved none. The leader of the gang stepped forward and held the torch on the open coffin, the fire caught quickly and the room slowly filled with a thick lavender incense.
There was a bright blue flash of light and the fire turned a bright orange, causing Jack to flinch back and cover his eyes from the sudden source of bright light. "Shall someone speak for Scream?"
Leathers subtly creaked as Rayan lifted a hand to shield squinting eyes from Renny's final inferno, head bowed in final respects. Jack asked for final words. Renny wasn't as silent as the room, crackling in the coffin as she was in her final moments in this realm. A single scuffle; Rayan stepped forth once to say something.
A moment of silence passed.
Thinking better of it, Rayan stood in place and adjusted. There was a wisecrack in there about nobody being able to speak for Scream, about nobody but Scream being able to speak for Scream, but it just couldn't be voiced. Instead, Rayan settled for, "All honors in death."
When the fires had eaten everything they could and left ash, Perro picked up the ceremonial urn and a brush and carefully filled the urn with the earthly remnants of Scream before sealing it with a spell and wax. He presented it to Benjamin and shifted into his normal form before nudging open the heavy iron door that lead down into the crypts of the hallowed dead.
This was the hound's realm and he led the procession down to Renny's final resting place, torch sconces along the way lighting up with blue, ethereal flame as he passed, silent as the grave, pale as a ghost. They passed rooms of riches and buried servants and Perro glanced behind him. The crypts were cursed so the dead would spring to life to defend their home if anybody touched the forbidden treasure. Not to mention Perro would maul and consume the thief without a second thought.
He was a guard dog, after all, and these tombs were his to protect.
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