Identity V Embalmer Novels & Stories

Financial transactions. Medical records. Corporate transfers. Birth certificates. Death certificates. Elena stared at the information. Her journalist instincts immediately took over. “These aren't genetic records.” Adrian looked at her. “What?” “These are identities.” She moved closer to the screen. “Look.” A name appeared. MARCUS VALE — DECEASED. Then another. JONATHAN REED — DECEASED. Another. THOMAS CROSS — DECEASED. Elena stopped.

priest Grayson said. The undertakers, in fours, put the embalmed corpses of Mosley, MC and Gilbert into their respective graves. “Oh my God!! Daddy is gone just like that!” Liam screamed with tears on his face. “Liam, daddy is not dead, he is asleep; so, cheer up and clean these tears,” priest Grayson said in euphemism, moving closer to Liam. “I know the Lord will give work to those that killed my husband,” Sarah said and tears ran down her face.

Ember stayed silent and finally sighed, “All I can do is try my best. I can’t give you any guarantees.” Caleb was silent for a few minutes and finally gathered himself. “I found out that there’s a very famous Doctor N that’s known internationally. I’ll send someone to invite him over so that he can support you with Grandma’s treatment.” Ember didn’t expect that he would say that and was stunned for a few seconds, her expression a bit unnatural as she remained silent. Doctor N... When she was working overseas, that was the codename that the people in the lab had given her.

“I know that, Madame. But I’m afraid I have to perform the ritual before she gets laid like this.” “Oh, Simeon, I don’t think I will be able to take it,” the woman responds, now clearly in tears. “I know, Madame, but it’s the orders.” The man sighs. “It hurts me as well. I have seen her as a kid, very smart and kind. The other Noble kids find my work as an embalmer disgusting, but little Elora always had good questions. She asked me about her mother.” “Were you the one who embalmed the old Queen?”

Gideon said helplessly, "Let's collect the corpse and contact her family to pick her up. Since she's an Emperian, she can always opt for a ground burial." Everyone collected my corpse after that. They stored me in a freezer before disinfecting themselves. Then, they changed and got ready to head home. Gideon pulled out his phone. I floated beside him and watched as he asked Nancy Catrall whether she was feeling better.

I somehow always knew it would come to this in the end, regardless of how much I had hoped in recent days that this time would be different. He nods and says, “I wish I didn’t have to ask you to do this, but you’re her only known relative. I don’t have a choice.” “I know. Let’s just get this over with,” I say standing up, pulling Axle up with me. We head down to the morgue and when he opens the door, the scent of formaldehyde burns my nose. The mortician leads us to one of the metal containers and pulls it out. There’s a human shaped lump hidden under a white sheet. Pete looks at me and says, “You ready?”

“Did she have a favourite blanket? Or do you have an old sheet?” Melissa nodded, getting up she walked into the house and came back with a tartan blanket, “This was her favourite blanket.” While Melissa was still crying Brock gently placed the blanket over Ebony’s body. “Ok. I have a friend who works for an animal cemetery, they also do cremations, I can take her there if you like.” Brock said gently. Melissa still crying “Yeah could he cremate her please?” Brock hugged her again. “Are you okay? What o mean is do you want to come or....?”

"Maybe she wandered down. We can't just leave her in the dark." "No," Aris said, shaking his head violently. "I saw it. Years ago, the hospital board instituted a specific protocol for the Jane Does and unclaimed bodies. To prevent mix-ups in the cold storage, every corpse has a red ribbon tied tightly around its right hand. It’s a marker. A seal." He looked at Elena, his eyes wide with a hollow, haunted look. "When she reached out... I saw her right hand. Elena, her right hand had a red ribbon on it. She’s dead. She’s been dead for days."

It isn’t strong enough to be real, not in the way it used to be, but it’s something. Enough to keep me sane. Enough to keep me from collapsing under the weight of everything I’ve lost. Hope is not gone. Not completely. A knock raps twice on the door. Firm. Measured. “Yeah,” I say without turning. Jace steps in, dressed in a crisp black suit, hair tied back like he’s heading into battle. Maybe he is. Maybe we both are. “It’s done,” he says, voice low. “The man we brought in falsified the embalming records. Body’s untouched. They think everything’s normal.”

Iris ended the call as she entered the mortuary. The cold of the room penetrated on Iris’ leather jacket. The mortuary was more brighter than the hallways, several cabinets piled-up to each other with respective names on their door, filling half of the room. At the center lies the embalming table, the sight which made Iris almost gag.