Perro's Crypt

"Father. Please forgive me for what I do, my mother has forgotten me and the cursed are all that remember me. I lay you to rest in these crypts under the sight of your brothers and sisters in death." Benjamin's voice echoed though the empty crypt, his feet crunching on the bones littered on the marble floor.

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 really LIKED Renny, but Perro didn't like anybody save for Benjamin because he was the leader, and Jack, because they were dogbros. So when the latter dropped to his knees to pray by the cross, the hellhound in his human form placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. He kept his mask down to hide whatever emotion he might have been feeling, if he felt anything at all other than repose and responsibility for the shades of the departed (though he dare not tell anybody that Renny, being undead to begin with, had no such shade to guard over).

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.

Benjamin snatched a nearby torch that burnt a soft blue flame from one of the nearby scones and bowed his head. "I walk though the valley of death, fearing nothing. The one that sees justice will let us pass for the work we have done, amen." The leader spoke, his voice clear and strong.

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?"

Rayan Doyle stood off from the center of everything, watching the amethyst coffin come carried in. A shame, almost, the death. Renny had been good. Ish. Marvelous job on the taxidermy. Better here than there in any case, but there was nothing to be done. All honors in death.

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."

Perro rumbled out a 'hear hear' to Rayan's words. He didn't have anything to say about Scream, because he really didn't like her a whole lot, and they never spent time enough together for him to form any good memories about her. He just knew her high standing like his and that they were considered the 'hardasses' of the gang. He nodded and watched the flames consume their fallen, representational of the ascending soul he knew wasn't there, but he didn't say a word.

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.