Marley looked up behind them as they walked into the night.
She could just make out some very heavyset figures squatting on the roof of the Manor - they were black and had broad wings.
There were just a few ghouls left still clinging to the walls - one was climbing the drainpipe and another had his head stuck in a grate.
Some stout children were playing by the fountain; Marley noticed one take a pee in there.
The Priest Tooke strolled beside Puck as though it was any Sunday, and Nervina walked alongside the men, leaving Goober to follow behind with Marley.
She had grown incredibly fond of Goober and had spent months in his company on and off, at the seed farm and abroad. He was 'easy' to be with - one always had the feeling that this Elvish fellow was straight up sincere with absolutely everything he did and said. She could understand why Puck relied on him so much.
Bart had been concerned for Brogan and was calling out to him as they approached what was left of the hive. It was plain to see that it had been bigger than perceived and the process of souls collecting up their astral shells was still ongoing, with hundreds still yet to get through.
Nervina watched a beautiful lady dressed in a silvery silk gown approach a young boy whose arm was hanging off his side, held on by just a thin flap. His clothing was soaked in blood and his teeth had been knocked from his head. She was collecting his teeth one by one and placing them gently back into his blackened mouth. She fastened a linen sling to his arm and brushed his hair. A moment later and he was gone.
-Gabriel Brunsdon, Puck in Hell, Azlander Series
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