Many of the Illuminati gathered in a field near the village, to give Bruce back to the earth. It had been five days since he had died but the pain his father felt was still not wavering or showing any signs of moving as he gazed at the beautiful polished coffin. It had the all-seeing eye brand on it and polished with brilliantly polished handles.

The headstone simply said; many shall remember, and no one shall mention.

Marissa stood next to Bryce with tears in her eyes, waiting for the moment she could scream at him for leaving the hero at a young age, but she felt that her argument could wait in light of the events. William held an umbrella over their heads so the rain would not wet their heads whilst he allowed two steady streams of tears roll down his cheeks.

Despite his obvious hatred of the society and his tendency to force others into it, many Illuminati and villagers also attended the service with tears pricking their eyes and signing depressing songs.

The figure was saying the Illuminati funeral hymns, before he opened a book William remembered very well, and made him quiver.

"As Bruce has written, I feel no shame in hating everyone. I have killed too many people to love anyone, but I feel like I should destroy the village I have to blame. I shall go to them. I shall take from them what they took from me. So say the court, of Bruce Langthory. You villagers deserve no more than we have given," he added in a menacing tone.

But the villagers did not want to defend themselves as they realised the great injustice they had put Bruce through. They wanted to make amends, in this life or the next.

As the members began to open the coffin, Marissa screamed. Bryce rushed to the satin interior and looked around it, and then shouted at the Illumi-leader that he had stolen his son's body for some sick twisted use. It was true; Bruce's body was no inside.

After the members had restrained the infuriated father, the figure checked inside the coffin and confirmed that a body was completely absent. The breeze picked up and a lulling humming sound came from the tree over the other side.

The funeral attendees turned around and saw a sight they never would have deemed true, but it was right there. It was undeniable, and it was truth.

Bruce walked from the tree, a hole in his head, and came to Marissa, William and Bryce at the very front.

"Son...no...You're supposed to be dead!" The father gasped as Bruce touched his cheek in a loving manner. He smiled at him.

"I am a different breed of human now, father...I'm an Illuminati-Superior. We do not die, we can cheat death, it takes us a while," he explained, "But I have come to tie loose ends. We can never see each other again; I am going far away to do my work elsewhere. I forgive you for abandoning me...I never thought I would."

The father felt his tears prick once more as his son hugged him, the first hug he had had for over twenty years with his boy. He kissed his cheek and whispered that he would miss him, but it was enough to know he was alive.

"Bye Daddy," he whispered in reply. "Take this to remember me by."

Bruce passed his amateur dog to his father and smiled through his tears, before moving on to Marissa. He kissed her forehead and gave her a rose hidden in his pocket.

"You followed me blindly, even when you did not know if I knew you existed. For this, my dear, I thank you. But William was right, you cannot love me for you do not know who I am, and you shall never know. I shall always remember you though, in my dreams fondly, dear Marissa," he whispered to her before giving her a hug and turning to his butler.

"We have completed our time together, friend, even though I wish it could last forever. The only way you could come with me is if you are an Illuminati-Superior, and for that you must master the skills you are gifted," he smiled and hugged him, "And if that happens, I shall come for you personally, to bring you with me."

He kissed the side of Williams head and passed him a rose as well, before turning to the figure and shaking his hand. The Illumi-leader smiled at him.

"Goodbye, recruit. Enjoy your life, and we shall continue this funeral. So we can bury all the bad memories that ever plagued you," he said.

And with that, the man, now free of his hatred and with his revenge extracted, walked into the distance, where he disappeared into the mist.