(Scars do not appear to be cause of death –shock ... - Bad Request

voice was trembling. She began to pull back the sheets...
Predatory urges were never kind. They were merciless, inhuman, and
bloody. If the simple need to tear apart and devour one's prey could be
called cruel, then Soego could think of no words to describe the sheer
brutality of his instincts.
Because they were not even kind enough to grant Seladril a quick death.
Her screams echoed unheard through the near-empty Mortuary, with the
twisted irony that it was in the abandoned apartment wing that Soego hid
himself in to protect others from his condition, and now no one could come
to his teacher’s aid. She struggled, clawing against Soego's thick, fur-covered
hide, trying to shield herself from his long, yellowed fangs in that primal
instinct to protect herself. Any other time Seladril would have embraced
death, but she had long ago taken up the habit of setting aside her expertise
and training for her pupil.
Soego wept long after her death rattle was drowned out by the rip and
crunch of flesh and bone. He wept as he began to eat.
~~~~~
Three small heresies were committed by the Dustmen on the day of
Seladril's funeral.
First, they expressed surprise. It was the shock and confusion of the brutal
murder of a Factor in the heart of Dustman power itself. It was the awe that
cranium rats were responsible- dozens had been found scrabbling over her
body, swarming over her still-warm corpse in the hallway nipping and biting
in a throbbing mass of black-brown fur. Softer, though, was the
bewilderment that so many Dustmen attended who had considered Seladril
a friend.
It was a closed-casket funeral.
The second heresy was greater still. As that casket was edged slowly and
gently into the consuming flames of the crematorium, the Dustmen chose to
remember Seladril's life. They remembered her beauty, her odd smile and
warmth despite her devout commitment to Dustman cause and Dustman
ideology. They remembered her for her grand work in guiding more initiates
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