The rest of the night passed peacefully (downtime for all involved) and there was time for a little sleep before the funeral. Due to the number of dead, the services were delayed until evening.

 There were a lot of people that the group did not recognize, most of them children, classmates of Talion's kids, and their parents.

 The Merlin was present, as were Amy and the mayor. Victor had sent Sal as a representative and Reginald had asked Hank.

 There were a large number of clergymen present to say their goodbyes to the nuns who had dedicated their lives to the orphanage.

 There was a man with a shaven head and a large number of prison tattoos who had stuffed himself into a (seemingly very uncomfortable suit) along with nearly a dozen more that had that "recently released from prison" look about them. All of them looked uncomfortable.

 There were a handful of businessmen wearing the Adoni logo.


 ...and even Sariel had chosen to attend. He, however, unlike all of the others, had chosen to arrive in full regalia. Leather cape, full plate armor made of gold, and a scythe strapped across his back. He stood out in the front yard of the funeral home, a sight to draw the attention but forgotten the moment one looked away.


 As for Talion, he sat alone in front of the thirty five closed caskets. He still wore his suit but one would not say he was sharply dressed. It was wrinkled and unkept. He had a five o'clock shadow and his eyes were glassy. He also smelled faintly of wine. He looked old, as though he had aged thirty years in the span of three days.

The Priest present was a small and unassuming man who held not a hair on his body, all of it having fallen off due to some curse of genetics. Large glasses with a brass wire frame perched on his nose as he was arranging the needed sacramentals for a funeral of clergy.

He was iron clad from experience but was clearly processing the amount of power in the room. Even the pope never ran into so many supernaturals.

Michael showed up in his priestly garb with the only visible weapon being Excalibur strapped to his hip. He absentmindedly ran his rosary through his fingers as he reflected on all that had happened and the grief Talion had to be feeling. Woe be to anyone who dare to try and provoke Talion this day.