The Full Moon shown brightly over the Cemetery, as Ben was draped in a black robe, standing next to a open grave, which he smiled down into fondly. As he stood next to the open ditch, Rook came over in his torn pajama-top, and low riding orange sleeping pants, carrying a small urn.
"Beloved..." Rook calls out, holding out the urn. But Ben puts a finger to his lips, shushing him softly, before pointing into the open grave with a smile.
Rook leans forward to stare into the grave; and a grin breaks over his usual somber face.
In the grave were his two children, and Ergho, the three children were sprawled over each other like the victims of the plague, being thrown into the cart to be burned and buried.
"They're DEAD tire." Ben explains. "It's been a very exciting day for them..."
Ben smiles happily at the kids, even thou he only birthed two of them, he loved them all so much.
His eyes were then drawn to the black Urn in Rook's hand, eyes widening as he sees the gold letters 'Darkstar, in loving memory.'
"Is this all that's left of Cousin Darkstar?" Ben takes the urn and smirks at the urn. "I hear Vanessa is planning to start a new garden, Darkstar would be excellent fertilizer."
"Yes, It is a pity. But there is not a Dead-Man Alive who can beat me in battle for my Heart's Flame." Rook brags, unaware of Ren and Bianca opening their eyes, as Ben puts a kiss to Rook's cheek.
"Your my Regal Revonnaghander." Ben turns to look down at the twins, smiling with a impish wink. The twins wink back, they know they really were the one to defeat Darkstar, but let dad have his proud moment and shut their eyes to go back to sleep.
Rook gently took his mates hand and led him away from the grave, and walk across the graveyard, Rook paused in front of a beheaded angel statue, and gazed deeply into Ben's emerald eyes.
"Are you miserable, Flamara?" Rook asks Ben with a deep loving gaze.
"Oh yes," Ben stares back just as passionately. "Yes, Completely!."
Back near the house, Vanessa was standing over a cauldron, and putting various ingredients into the bubbling liquid.
"Oily of Boil, a Dead-Mans toe, essence of maggot..." She looks through the basket she had in her left hand. "Wing of Bat, Bone of Fish, help me to make a delightful dish!"
"Is it ready, V, huh. Is it?" Argit asks excitedly as he adn Ester come out of the house and hurry to Vanessa's side.
"No, not yet." She slaps his paw/hand when he tries to reach into the cauldron. "I need one last MOST IMPORTANT ingredient." Everyone was in their clothing for bed, as it was almost morning. And they needed to sleep during the day, mostly.
She then looks up from the cauldron as Ben and Rook approached with the urn.
"Ahhh! perfect!" She takes the urn from Ben with a smile. "Thank you, Dear. Now, my no-good bastard son has FINALLY made something of himself."
She then opens the urn and pours the dusty remains of her son into the cauldron, which turns a sickly green glow. Everyone hummed in appreciation to the delicious smell, as Vanessa stirred the cauldron. Rook wrapped a arm around Ben, who leaned into him with a happy smile.
"We really should have family for dinner more often." Rook remarks with a vicious grin.
The Entire family burst into demented laughter, as they agreed as they started to scoop up bowlfuls of 'Darkstar-Soup.'