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The SUV rolled silently along the trail behind the monastery, following it as it wound through the cemetery. The machine seemed to belong in the baleful, wooded environs, despite its futuristic plastic and metal contours. Its electric engine seemed to whisper to the souls that surely floated about the place. It came to a stop and three of its four doors opened, each with a soft popping of their latching mechanisms.

Ciara stepped out of the driver’s seat as the Grave twins, backseat drivers Lilith and Isabella, emerged behind her. The Panthéon representative wrapped her arms around herself, shivering despite the thick, cloying air. The vague sweetness of decaying vegetation wafted over them carried by the gentle breeze that caressed the three women sporadically. The shadowy abbey loomed forlornly over them.

The Syracusan felt sweat break out across her brow.

“Is she seriously here?” the lava-headed bombshell asked skeptically.

One of the haunting blonde beauties turned to her. In the gloom, she couldn’t tell which one she was.

“Surely,” she said, a sinister playfulness lending her Scandinavian a musical lilt.

“You remember how she left Titanomachy,” trilled the other. “Hardly surprising that we’d renew her acquaintance in a place like this.”

Ciara looked up into the sky, peering through the branches of a gnarled tree. The limbs seemed to have trapped the full moon in its clutches. Some caniforme on the cloister grounds uttered a despairing cry in the distance.

Reilly sighed.

They’re playin’ me.

“Alright,” she said resignedly. “Let’s get on with it, then, shall we?”

“Our friend awaits us down there,” said the one in the silvery black dress.

“Where?” Ciara whispered, peering into the darkness.

“Follow me,” said the one in red. “There...”

She pointed. Black pressed a button on the SUV’s tailgate and it lifted with a whoosh. A soft clatter of wood and the scrape of metal preceded a soft thunk as it closed.

The Syracusan saw a plot perhaps 20 meters distant where the ground was different. The thick grass brushed her shins. It covered the entire cemetery. Except for a 1x2 meter patch where the ground was mostly dirt.

“Where else?” asked Red.

“Titanomachy wasn’t so long ago,” said Black. “The grass hasn’t reclaimed the plot just yet. Here.”

She handed a shovel to the anxious courier.

“Oh?” groused Reilly. “It’s just me doing the digging?”

“Someone will have to keep watch,” Black explained. “We are in a graveyard, after all.”

“We’re the angels on your shoulders,” grinned Red.

Ciara just turned away from them to roll her eyes in front of the grave. After the stunt one of them pulled with Anne Carter...

Angels, my ass.

Ciara Reilly created by !

Graves Lilith and Isabella created by !
Gratitude to for his writing!

Description
The SUV rolled silently along the trail behind the monastery, following it as it wound through the cemetery. The machine seemed to belong in the baleful, wooded environs, despite its futuristic plastic and metal contours. Its electric engine seemed to whisper to the souls that surely floated about the place. It came to a stop and three of its four doors opened, each with a soft popping of their latching mechanisms.

Ciara stepped out of the driver’s seat as the Grave twins, backseat drivers Lilith and Isabella, emerged behind her. The Panthéon representative wrapped her arms around herself, shivering despite the thick, cloying air. The vague sweetness of decaying vegetation wafted over them carried by the gentle breeze that caressed the three women sporadically. The shadowy abbey loomed forlornly over them.

The Syracusan felt sweat break out across her brow.

“Is she seriously here?” the lava-headed bombshell asked skeptically.

One of the haunting blonde beauties turned to her. In the gloom, she couldn’t tell which one she was.

“Surely,” she said, a sinister playfulness lending her Scandinavian a musical lilt.

“You remember how she left Titanomachy,” trilled the other. “Hardly surprising that we’d renew her acquaintance in a place like this.”

Ciara looked up into the sky, peering through the branches of a gnarled tree. The limbs seemed to have trapped the full moon in its clutches. Some caniforme on the cloister grounds uttered a despairing cry in the distance.

Reilly sighed.

They’re playin’ me.

“Alright,” she said resignedly. “Let’s get on with it, then, shall we?”

“Our friend awaits us down there,” said the one in the silvery black dress.

“Where?” Ciara whispered, peering into the darkness.

“Follow me,” said the one in red. “There...”

She pointed. Black pressed a button on the SUV’s tailgate and it lifted with a whoosh. A soft clatter of wood and the scrape of metal preceded a soft thunk as it closed.

The Syracusan saw a plot perhaps 20 meters distant where the ground was different. The thick grass brushed her shins. It covered the entire cemetery. Except for a 1x2 meter patch where the ground was mostly dirt.

“Where else?” asked Red.

“Titanomachy wasn’t so long ago,” said Black. “The grass hasn’t reclaimed the plot just yet. Here.”

She handed a shovel to the anxious courier.

“Oh?” groused Reilly. “It’s just me doing the digging?”

“Someone will have to keep watch,” Black explained. “We are in a graveyard, after all.”

“We’re the angels on your shoulders,” grinned Red.

Ciara just turned away from them to roll her eyes in front of the grave. After the stunt one of them pulled with Anne Carter...

Angels, my ass.

Ciara Reilly created by !

Graves Lilith and Isabella created by !
Gratitude to for his writing!