AboutShe coulnd't believe it.
Every single news channel, every station, every billboard, newspaper and screen all around the world, saying "ZANE SAVAGE DEAD". She couldn't believe it.
For her, seeing was believing. so even without being invited to the grand funeral of Zane Savage, Count of Blackpool, CEO of Savage International and so on, she just had to see it. yet she couldn't. his coffin was sealed, and above the cross was the Savage Family crest: A Tower with lions protecting it, above the tower a crown, and in the middle of the tower a shield with two swords behind it, crossed. the motto "Carpe Diem" was fitting for him, in the end. and apparently, he did lived his life by the motto.
Then the final ride began. they carried his coffin to the mausoleum, sitting in a place where his first love wanted to be buried, and where she was resting. next to the lake atop the Mount Claystone. it was an beautiful view, filled with peace. yet she couldn't find none. they opened the gate and carried the coffin inside, and he was placed into his stone tomb, next to the first big love of his life. many cried. his trustworthy butler held the final day of service and kept his cool, while the servants packed their things. their job serving their "Master of Masters" as they liked to call him was finally over. and they weren't happy.
Soon the last soul left the huge mansion -better yet, fortress- he built atop the mountain. The rear building, separated by the lake and connected to the Main building of the Mansion via a cable car that went above the lake, the envied bio-dome where he showed that an enviromental-driven building could exist, not to mention the enormous garage and helipad, and the small landing strip, everything, suddenly went down with it's master, when the butler gave the front door one last turn of the key. he left and the gate opened, and the "Sentinels" - humanoid robots made to defend the walls of the Mansion, begun his final and neverending watch.
it was then that fate interwined.
She couldn't see him to just end like that, to simply die and that's it, no. she didn't even saw the body. in a desperated move to see the one who made her heart beat once more, she climbed the outer wall and sneaked through the hedges and gardens of the front yard. silently she crept her way through the outside of the mansion, where it seemed that even the furniture and arts were sad and grieving. and then she saw the mausoleum. above the gate, the versicle John 11:25. "I am the resurrection and the life. Anyone who believes in me will live, even after dying". she huffed in disbelief. she was about to touch the lock when the gate itself opened and the torches inside went lit, with a black flame. and an cavernous voice said:
"He who is older than old, and harabinger to death and doom. whose soul was hell bent but by his grace was saved, he, seed of man who would drown the world on fire, he, the one chosen to carry the will of the true God with an iron fist and cold gaze, who roams around the earth tirelessly and eternally until the final trumpet is sound, so it is said to him: Time is not come to your soul to rest, warrior of brave heart. for as it was promised to you, son of man, seven times will break, seven times will mend. seven times will be cut and seven times will be healed. seven times thou shall fall and seven times thou shall rise! the true God promised you that your land wouldn't let you die, and so he gives back your soul. life is back to your body, air fills your lungs and may your blood continue to run by the grace of God. so now, son of man, rise!"
and a familiar voice, with an heavy british accent said:
"...The south won't let me die."
And the stone above his coffin was broken...