War Stories

Morgue

Key Eight: Morgue:

Bodies come here to answer the question of how did this individual die. Heaven’s morgue has been swamped for three years now. The coroners have been working non-stop. Today was no different.

The head coroner walked up to the newest arrival. Angel in the late thirties. Blood around the mouth. Eyes looked black and puffy. The corpse had a faint smell. The coroner hit record.

“July 10, sixth year,” he began. “First body of the day. Brought in last night. Judging by the by the uniform, I would say Northern unit at best.” He looked down at the body under the sheet.

“Right,” he said. The coroner took out his blade.

Angels don’t really die, per say. They go into a catatonic state. They can still see and hear everything. They can’t speak. Very few angels can bring them back out of their hell that they forced to live in while they are in state. But, their bodies hold secrets that could unlock the secrets of the Great Crash.

Komui watched from the hallway. The mornings was the best time to catch the coroner at work. He straightened himself up and knocked on the door.

“Enter,” the coroner said. Komui pushed open the door and poked his head inside.

“Are you busy right now?” he asked. The coroner looked up at him, frowning.

“Oh, the other angel said. “Of course you are.”

“What do you want, Komui?” the coroner asked. The other angel cut him a sharp glare through his glasses.

“I have a few questions about the Great Crash,” he said.

“What about it?” the coroner asked.

“I think my unit was targeted.”

“Why would they do that?”

“You tell me.”

“What are you saying?”

Komui shrugged. “You were in the back-up unit, right?”

“Yes. What about it?”

“Didn’t you hear anything from the higher-ups?”

“No.”

“Are you sure?”

The coroner lowered his scalp. “Look, what are you trying to imply here?”

“I’m only reaching for answers here,” Komui said. “I want to know why my unit was all but wiped out in that battle.”

“Then why are you asking me?” the coroner asked.

“I have to start somewhere,” he said. The angel looked at the different body bags in the room. Twenty-eight new ones he counted today.

“Busy day, huh?” Komui asked.

“Do you need anything else?” the coroner asked. The other angel put his hands behind his head.

“No,” he said. “But we will talk later.” The coroner rolled his eyes.

“Could you please get out?” he asked. “I have work to do.”

“Alright,” Komui said. He bowed and walked off. The coroner shook his head and went back to work.


Each body tells a story about war and death. Most of them were still intact. The results should read the same, right? Komui’s words pushed different thoughts in the coroner’s head. He remembered seeing something odd on some of the bodies of the South unit angels three years ago.

The naked eyes couldn’t pick it up. But when the coroner put on his special glasses, only then he could see a black star with feathered wings just below the nape of the angels of the South unit. No other bodies had this marking. The skin around it cracked and felt like dried wax paper. The coroner had many questions, but the higher-ups pushed them aside.

“It’s probably just a mark among the unit themselves,” they told him. “You have more important things to worry about. Just do your job.” It didn’t sound right to him. Komui denied ever seeing that mark before in his life.

“I don’t even know what that means,” he said. Thinking back, it rose more questions in the coroner’s mind. What were those marks? What did they mean? Why didn’t any of the other angels or units have this mark?

The coroner lowered his scalp. He pulled out his phone.

“It’s me,” he said. “I’m going to need you to look up something for me. Yeah. Yeah. Good, thank you. Goodbye.” The coroner hung up and put his phone back into his coat pocket. He looked down at the body open before him. There wasn’t much to look at. He took more notes and samples. After sewing up the first body, it was time to move onto the second body. This one had been sitting in storage three days now. Plus there were twenty-eight new bodies today too? The coroner sighed and rubbed his forehead.


“Just another day,” he said to himself. The coroner closed the body into the drawer and moved onto the next one. And it was only morning too.

The coroner wasn’t the only one who reminded that mark on the bodies of the dead angels in the South unit. Komui looked at the pictures of the black winged star the coroner e-mailed him at noon. He raised his eyebrow at what he saw again.

What does this all mean?

Komui downloaded the files and made copies to see to Bak and the rest of his investigation gang.

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