A faint green glow surrounded the area as Malleus was holding a shovel in a cemetery. He dug up the dirt, staring down at the coffin before he slowly reached down and opened it with a creak.

There laid you. So broken yet beautiful. You were dead so obviously you were rotting in some places. After a bit, Malleus reached down and gently kissed your dead, cold forehead.

"...My dear..."