"Supposedly" Saying Good-Bye

[Asparuh Zhefarovich III]

Today was a day that Asparuh had been dreading from the moment in December when he lost his twin brother due to an ignorant battle, rebelling, and finally, someone who was too stubborn to get healed when he was bleeding to death. Asparuh could not believe that he managed to lose his twin brother, the man that he used to battle with - in both aspects. He and Arnost used to really freak people out with the two of them side by side, and the fear that spread was nothing short of amazing. Asparuh was currently in the Zhefarovich crypt, but sectioned off in one of the rooms, and in the glass container, there was Arnost's body. It was perfect preserved for the time being. There was a vast room, where others could sit and pay their respects. Asparuh hated sometimes being this far down into the crypt where others that were honored members were buried. It was restricted, and only those that had access into the Zhefarovich grounds were allowed to descend down this far. The room was enchanted to warm the temperatures down this far under the ground.

It was almost time for others to arrive, and even Kalif was supposed to arrive, granted if he did not have any lessons. All children under the age of seventeen were forbidden from entering down into this deep crypt. Skulls and other bones decorated this place as is from other ancestors dating as back as B.C, at least those of which that have not completely turned to dust. Asparuh stared up at his twin brother, and he frowned lightly, before he rolled his eyes and hissed Bulgarian curses under his voice. Angry, Asparuh was still. He was sorry though, sorry that he did not get to have his revenge against Alphonse whom was already dead. This anger would be around for a while, and Asparuh knew this.

 

[Professor Kalif Styx]

Entering the crypts, Kalif was rather apathetic about Arnost's death. He knew that Asparuh would be affected. Deeply as well. Kalif saw the body of Arnost, and he averted his eyes. He approached Asparuh with caution, and he stood by his father's side. Kalif turned his attention to Arnost once more, and he did not know how he was going to do this. Kalif had never conducted a funeral before, but as the future Patriarch, he would have to get used to it. Once everyone was here, Kalif held out his hand and the doors to the crypt closed with a deep click of metal. Kalif stood in front of the case, with Asparuh to the left. Kalif waited for complete silence, which he received from his empty, cold glare. "Arnost Grigor Zhefarovich was a man that... It is hard to describe him but he was Duke of the family, and he took care of us all. He had done many things that would be considered as honorable.

"As well as others that would not be considered as honorable. He is survived by his wife, Axelle Zhefarovich. He is also survived by many children that we do not have time to name them all out tonight. He has some grandchildren. Arnost Zhefarovich was a Death Eater that knew the Dark Lord. He fought bravely, and many times he had made us want to pull out our hair, and also made us smile and laugh. Overall, he is one to be remembered, and he will be buried with honor, as he had died in battle. He killed Alphonse Snow, whom had caused us more trouble and should have disposed of beforehand, however, thanks to him, we will not have issues with the Snow Family anymore. Rest in peace, Arnsot Grigor Zhefarovich. You will not be forgotten." It would be hard to forget him anyway.

 

[Lydia Nozhetvakas]

After losing a daughter, her youngest, baby girl Raisa, Lydia did not think that she could take losing another child of hers. However, the news of Arnost's death spread like a mudblood's blood spilled on the floor at the Zhefarovich manor. Lydia was hit as though she had died again, but she did not know what she wanted to do about it. She could not make him stay here as a ghost like her. She wanted to, but she couldn't. Lydia floated down into the crypts where she saw the body of Arnost laying in the case. She wanted to reach out and touch him, but she knew that her hand would just glide through him. And he would, if he were alive, feel the coldness washed over him as if he had been doused in cold water. Lydia was close to sobbing, as much as a ghost can get. Tears flowed down her cheeks, as she took a seat on the air, and she would not really thinking about what had become of her son now. Lydia continued to just cry. She would always miss her son, but after this, she was going to have one long talk with Asparuh about Vladislav. She did not want to lose another son, no matter what. Lydia moved her gray hair over to the side, and wipe her eyes with the back of her hand. ​

 

[Danielle Zhefarovich]

Danielle gracefully stepped her way into the crypts where the funeral was being held. Her angelic blue eyes immediately glowed and lit up the room, she supposed they might have been the brightest thing within the entire room right now. Then again anyone with eyes a different color than black seemed to stand out like a sore thumb amongst this family and their dark genes. She had grown used to standing out within this family. Because even though she possessed an angelic quality they all knew better that to assume she was anything but like the rest of them. Cruel and hateful as one like her could possibly be. Today was no lower her guard either and she knew that perfectly well. But Funeral's were never really Danielle's strong point. Death was something that she didn't mind on a personal level, but when the those closest to her began to fall one by one she grew worried that her world itself would crumble. Arnost was probably the closest thing to a real brother that Danielle ever had. He had been in her life for as long as she could remember. He protected her from time to time, he harassed her like a brother would, and he was just always there during her lifetime. In a way it really hurt to see him go. It had always been Arnost, Danielle, and Asparuh. Now it was just her and Asparuh. Things would not be the same from this moment on and Danielle was unsure what to think about it. Her blue eyes shifted to the glass box that contained Arnost's body with in it. For a moment she made no movement but merely stared. The dead always unnerved her slightly. No fear was present, but to her it was like they could get up and start walking at any given moment. But she stared and stared, and Arnost remained still. A restless sigh left her and she walked off so she wouldn't have to look at it anymore.

Danielle stood poised and stiffly next to her husband. Kalif, started to speak a little bit about Arnost and Danielle cast her eyes to the floor when he mentioned her sister's name. In a way she felt bad but at the same time she figured Axelle would to know better next time. Out of respect she did not mouth off to her sister though. With Kalif's final words Danielle let her eyes flick over to him. He did well. What he was said was true though, it would be hard to forget Arnost even if one really wanted to forget him. ​

 

[Nicolette Styx]

Nicolette knew that if things had gone differently before the battle had started between Theodore and his father, that this day may not be happening at all. If Alphonse hadn't been prepared for this like he was, Arnost may not have been lying inside that glass box right now. He may have still been living and well as the rest of those within this room. Nicolette casually stepped inside the Crypt, her wavy blonde locks framed beautifully around the shape of her face and gleamed in the dim light of the room that the family was gathering within. Nicolette honestly didn't want to be here. Not out of disrespect for Arnost but because she felt terrible about all of this. On the scary side if it hadn't been for Arnost and Axel assisting her, it could have been Nicolette inside that glass box. No longer able to move, breath, and feel emotions. Biting her lips softly Nicolette's golden eyes fixed on the other members of the room who were all either silent, sobbing, or just looking dazed. Arnost would be so missed. Axelle, whom was apparently his wife, was not even known by Axelle, but she felt so badly for her. Losing the one you loved was probably the worst thing a person could ever experience. Nicolette could never imagine losing Kalif and for that she wanted to weep for Axelle. She wanted to weep for Arnost, and she wanted to wring Alphonse Snow's neck for this. But she remained silent and dazed as she walked behind Kalif. Was she going to keep losing people close to her. Sure everyone died, but why did it have to be her newfound family. Bright golden eyes narrowed and she let her gaze drop to the ground.​

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[Prodan Zhefarovich]

Prodan had no idea what to think when he heard that his uncle, Arnost, had perished and moved on to the next word. He did not know that he would be seeing something like his body in the glass case, something that only those with a position received. And those married in as well to those with positions. Prodan was sitting, his eyes swollen a bit from depression and hoping that his father was doing all right, but Kalif's little speech was something to remember as well. How could one be so cold about it? But in his own way, Kalif was right. Arnost managed to kill off Alphonse Snow before he died too, and he was to be buried in honor, which was a great thing in the Zhefarovich family, to be considered as 'honorable' to the whole family. The family itself was honorable, but those in it to be considered by the same blood was completely different. Prodan shifted in his seat, and put his hands together and he bowed his head, and just felt like a part of his family lost when Arnost died.​

 

[Axel Zhefarovich]

Axel was one of those that did not think that this would have happened, but he had been one of the men that carried Arnost's body and watched him die in front of the whole family. He and Chavdar alone were able to carry the body back to the Zhefarovich Manor for proper burial. As a fallen Death Eater, and one that did have a warrant on his head in several countries, they did not want to risk losing the body. Axel was sitting next to his family, and he wondered what was going through Aleyha's mind when she was staring up at the case to see her father's corpse, looking as white as a sheet, from losing all the blood he had in him. That glass case preserved the body though, which was good. Axel let out a sigh and hoped that he would never put his family through that pain. Though it was inevitable. At least Arnost died in battle, killed his opponent before moving onto the next life. Axel would forever remember this man in his years to come. He would tell stories to his children, and his children's children about the almost Arnost's last battle on earth.​

 

[Chavdar Zhefarovich]

It had been hell to find babysitters for his children, but Chavdar managed, and he figured out that the majority of these Zhefarovich's children were currently in the Zhefarovich Manor being watched over by a variety of servants and ghosts alike. Chavdar had named one of his sons after Arnost, in his honor and glory. Chavdar was sitting next to his twin brother, Axel, and the two looked like a monstrous sight, with Axel being slightly taller but with Chavdar looking broader as being the largest Zhefarovich in the family with the exclusion of Asparuh himself. Chavdar's onyx eyes were staring into the glass case that handled Arnost's tall form. For a moment there, he did not think that anyone could make the casket big enough for any of them. But then again, they had connections. Chavdar glanced over at Lady Lydia seeing her cry ghostly tears, and it was just eerie, but he thought that would be how his mother would feel if she had lost any of her children. Chavdar let out a soft sigh and he did not know what else he would be doing right now. He had suffered through a bitter divorce, gained a brand new set of twins, a battle - no a war set out, and then the death of his most cherished uncle. Chavdar buried his face in his hands and would not look up anymore.​

 

[Nataliia Snow]

Nataliia Snow was still keeping the name that she was married with, out of honor for her husband even though her own uncle took his life. She was still heartbroken because she thought that maybe there had been a chance to save Alphonse, but he was too far gone. Alphonse had been the one that she truly loved, perhaps as much as she loved Joseph if not more. She had been married to him for quite some time, and now, she did not know what she could think after losing two husbands before she reached the age of thirty. Nataliia was sitting next to the woman that Arnost was married to, but Nataliia herself did not say anything, she could not say anything. Both of the men that they loved were gone, and Nataliia did not know how she was going to raise all of her beautiful children, but she would manage. She always did. Nataliia dabbed her eyes with a small cloth, trying not to cry anymore, but it was amazing that she still had tears left. Her uncle looked so peaceful in that casket, and she wondered what could have been done to prevent it. What if she took her own husband's life? What if she just Imperio'ed him to stay where he was at that day? Nothing would have worked. This day had been coming for a long time.​

 

[Ozias Zhefarovich]

Ozias Lucius Zhefarovich was not really the type to come home for a funeral. Yet, here he was, sitting next to Raven dressed in all black from his head to his feet. Many others were crying, but this young boy did not know what to think or to say when he found out that Arnost was dead. Everything had happened so fast, and that was how that death worked, was what it sneaked up on people and took them from behind. Ozias saw things in that manner. He dropped his liquid silver eyes to the ground as the ceremony became, not able to look at the corpse just yet. Arnost was an honorable man, and everyone knew it. Ozias listened in to everyone, their voices all saddened and their sobs meaning that they were grieving for the departed which he would never understand why people would grieve. They would miss them, but they were moving on to a better place. Ozias broke his contact with the floor and leveled his eyes with the casket, not even blinking. Most of them in here had watched the man die, but Ozias had not because he was in school. He and Raven were some of the lucky ones, even though Ozias wanted to be there, in the mist of the bloodshed. He lips twitched a little before he turned his eyes to look at his father.​

 

[Raven Mauven]

Raven Mirayinov was one of those that was looking rather dazed about this whole thing. The death of a family member just unnerved her, and she did not know what to think about it. Arnost Zhefarovich had been her uncle that made her laugh a lot with his dark humor and what all he had done. Probably will go down in history, making fourteen children at once, and taking care of them all. Raven let out a small sigh and she turned to look at her older brother. This one was older than the one that was at the Hogwarts School, and one that seemed to be a lot darker and full of surprises. Raven did not mind, but she had hoped that things would have turned out better for her family. Everyone was numbed and hit by this death, as Arnost had been around all of their lives. He was older than them all, and now he was sleeping soundly in the casket. Raven turned her green eyes to look at her grandmother, though she was a ghost, she was mourning too. Raven buried her smooth face behind elegant hands, and she leaned on Ozias for support, because losing an uncle was just hard on this young teenager. Plus, she did not even have Kallisto there with her because she had no access into the Manor.​

 

[Hadan Winters]

Hadan Johnson also was attending the funeral of Arnost Zhefarovich as well, mainly of support and she needed to be there for the family as well. She was not that close to the man, but he was honored and respected. Everyone that turned up should be paying great respects to the man. Hadan was next to Aleyha, whom was crying her eyes out, and she let out a sigh when Kalif started the funeral service, and thought that things could only end badly if someone thought anything bad about Arnost seeing as Asparuh had the ability to read minds like a book. Hadan could not think of anything bad again Arnost though, because he was a good man to the family, and well respected. Hadan was standing so that she could walk around to the wall and get a better view on the inside of the case, seeing the form without any blood and color. It was almost eerie on how he looked like he was just sleeping. Hadan let out a soft sigh and she frowned, closing her red eyes. She was also one of those in daze, but she hated to see others cry, and that was precisely what Aleyha was doing. Only some could take so much.​

 

[Axelle Lefevre]

Axelle felt like a stranger to these people. She probably was because there was a majority of them that she never remembered meeting until now. They all must pity her too because losing a husband and becoming a single mother was really miserable for other to see. Axelle really cared for Arnost too and he just abandoned her. How was she going to raise four children without him being around and giving the children a chance to know their own father. On the other side of the room she could see her sister Danielle with her husband Asparuh and for a very long moment Axelle hated her sister like she never had before. Danielle always got everything. The perfect like that Axelle so desperately wanted but was never able to fully grasp and keep as hers. Ever since birth Danielle had gotten more attention from everyone, hell she was friends with Axelle's husband before Axelle even started to know him. She gained power and has maintained a perfect family ever since, and right now she had a husband who seemed to care for her. Danielle wasn't a single mother. She wasn't weak or lonely and she wasn't sitting within this room like a stranger and Axelle just wanted to slap her. Axelle breathed out shakily and wiped her eyes as tears started to pour out in great amounts. Her eyes met with the still body of Arnost resting in the glass case and lowered her head again. She missed him.​

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[Arnost Zhefarovich]

Arnost Grigor Zhefarovich was back.

Though no one had noticed his form yet. He was floating high on the ceiling, and toward the back. He had mastered the art of moving around, so this was a breeze. He was attending his own funeral. Arnost decided that now would be the best time. He floated on down to where his feet would have touched the ground if he had a physical body. Arnost stared at the casket and announced in a really loud voice, "Wow, everyone looks so gloomy, who died?" Arnost paused for a minute, and smirked, "Oh it was that deviously handsome man in the casket, whom looks just like me." Arnost went to look at all the shocked faces and he smirked at them pretty much telling them not to be so surprised. He was the funny one, and this was his funeral. He could have people laughing or crying if he wanted to, right? Arnost approached the casket and he could hear some laughing, and some shocked, and others were just riled up. He loved it though. He was the center of attention and he absorbed it. He glided up and looked as though he were perched on his own casket. He winked over at Axelle. His gray hair was waving around him, and he had dark, wet spots on his robes, from where Alphonse Snow sliced him and he bled out. "A lot of people here, huh. I am surprised that you all outnumber how many kids I have. Danielle, don't get mad at me, it would ruin that pretty little face of yours. Then Asparuh will have to lock you up and then we won't see him for a week."​

 

[Rayna Zhefarovich]

Like the oldest of their generation, Rayna too had lost the one that matched her mind. Very little make up graced the Death Eater's face above her onyx eyes as they stared emptily into the casket carrying the brother that related to herself. Crimson tipped fingers tapped her nude lips as she closed her eyes to hear yet another death in their great family. However, heads turned including her own to see the funeral crasher himself glide up the aisle. Lips spread thin to show a pearly whites as Rayna turned her onyx eyes to her oldest brother's reaction. Priceless. Onyx eyes softened to see her brother's tall lean form as the claws of depression released their hold on her stomach, before sliding over to Asparuh as ice flowed within her voice to whisper, "Evil never truly dies, my brother. Welcome back." Pleasure settled in quickly, to see the twisted face of the oldest sibling. How she despised and loved her oldest sibling, jealous of his power, adored for his leadership.

 

[Aleyha Snow]

The tiny expelled girl had no more tears to shed by now, however she was seated next to others in the family. How could one think that she would be all right with her father leaving her? However, that was something else. Her red eyes, bloodshot in the whites as well surely looked depressing looked around when she heard her father's voice, that tone that he carried. Aleyha turned around in her seat to look at the ghost. That was her father, gliding up the aisle as if he had nothing else to do. How could he do this to the family? He perched on the casket, and she let out a pathetic gasp of shock that would have been a sob otherwise. Some were laughing, others were just mad, and the rest were shocked. Aleyha was in the shocked stage. Surely, her father would not be gone, and her father was here now. Aleyha smiled lightly, and she sighed, "Oh boy, well, I still have my daddy." Aleyha stood up and she went to embrace her cousin Hadan, who also was just as surprised as Aleyha was. Now, she was just happy that her father would still be around, for her family.​

 

[Asparuh Zhefarovich III]

Never had anyone seen someone turn as white as Asparuh just did. Seeing Arnost in the casket was one thing, but seeing him as a ghost - leading people on to believe that he was dead including himself was enough to really have that pure blood of his boiling. Blood pressure rose and he could hear his heart beating in his ears. Asparuh could not even look at anyone else but his brother, and he had the nerve (even if he had no physical body) to say what he did. Asparuh knew that he did not have the nerve to say it out loud or even in his mind if he were alive. Asparuh would have killed him. Asparuh pointed his finger at Arnost and his cold voice growled as his eyes raged with wrath that would make the gods tremble, "You slimy, idiotic son of a b*tch. You dare to come back, months after being deceased, letting other mourn and sulk over your death when you have not bothered to vanish? As soon as I figure out how to kill a ghost, I am make sure that your death actually sticks this time!" Asparuh waved his hand violently and the casket soared into the grave and it shut, leaving the marker there to label who rested in there. Asparuh hated Arnost with every fiber of his being right now. Asparuh hissed, "If you brought that ingrate blood traitor Alphonse back, I'll-" he could not even finish his sentence. Instead, he went from the crypt, vanishing into the Zhefarovich Manor. His anger still left in the hearts and minds of everyone in the room. Hardly any have heard Asparuh use language, but surely, whomever crossed his path would regret it.