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Gerard Connolly

Location: St. Etheldreda Cathedral Undercroft

	After the whole occurrence Gerard remained agape, and after her remarkable display the woman was drained . She handled the whole situation expertly, all the more made him curious of who she was. He would ask her or the bishop but figured it wasnt any business of his. And it was good to know the woman's soul is finally safe, it is such a cruel punishment to end up being one of the soulless no matter who she was or whatever unforgivable faults she did in her waking life. Even the most evil, vile person he could think of shouldn't be degraded into an abominable husk. "Thank you." was the only thing he could say to the woman who was now resting, he didnt mean to disturb, if the woman even notice him or if it even mattered but Gerard feels he should at least express it. "Nobody deserves to be damned like that." he said sullenly, glancing at the body one last time and to her. The bishop thanked him and after asking him to stay a little longer, Gerard agreed "Yes, of course. I'll help in anyway."

Gerard Connolly

Location: St. Etheldreda Cathedral Undercroft

	The unknowingness of what is to come discreetly agitated the ruggedly out of place man in the close quartered undercroft. The room seemed to grow a little colder than it did for Gerard. With Elizaveta's soothing voice hinted an ominous warning, impulsively, Gerard prepared himself of whatever danger they might face. Despite the coolness of the interior he was sweating profusely. Being a seadog all his life he had travelled parts of the world and thought he had seen  everything that could ever faze him. Alas not all of it it seemed. And indeed so far he had not encountered anything like this before, but Gerard is by no means unknowledgeable of the worst case scenarios. As a child his mentors, his own mother and uncles, taught him well of these soulless creatures. They would voice their warnings in the same direful tone as Elizaveta did. Whatever is inside that woman is not going to be gentle, and the last thing he wants is to become it's woeful victim. Swallowing the ball in his throat, recalling all that his mentors had thought him, he braced himself.

	And they waited, as Elizaveta held out a peculiar looking egg, and for quite awhile she muttered in a foreign language Gerard have not heard of.  When, without warning, there was a flash of brightness. His heart stopped and instinctively covered his eyes at the blinding light. As he adjusted to the light, staggering back a little he watched Elizaveta unmoved, petrified like a statue. And then the light, Gerard froze and with a stunned look, " Mo Dhia, " his eyes widened at what he he thought he can make out, a figure which looks to be in the shape of a reaper.

	He watched as the light, it's screeching pierced the irishman's eardrums, whistling through the room and Gerard barely held his ears when the light found it's target, a dark mist almost connected to the woman. As he watched in both shock and alarm, there was another screeching but this time it came from the woman. He saw the dark mist vanished , the light returned to it's shell and just like that it was all over. His heart havnt calmed down yet at what he just saw, sweating and still frozen in place for a few seconds as he tried to process everything. He slowly calmed, his eyes glance to the dead body who looked more at peace than it was before, and to everyone else inside the room.

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