Apologies Will Not Be Accepted Except By Naive Children With Doughnut On Them

Mortician hates her name, loves her father, misses her mother, and is obsessed with the idea of death. Then again, who wouldn't be, with the relationship with death that comes from having such a name?

She has one good friend, a girl with a name that's almost as strange as hers, and she has a pretty good life. Her mother is dead, but her father is alive. Plus, she has a few mementos.

Then, Mortician is kidnapped, and all hell breaks loose. Literally. She goes to hell, with a woman straight out of Egyptian mythology, and is told that her mother wasn't human.

Of course, neither is she.

. . .

Fear, terror, and darkness unknown
await us in the night,
but only burns and squinted eyes
await me in the light.