Sebastian

The river that winds around Tombstone. Slow, murky, muddy. Big enough to throw the dead in, and big enough to trust that there are creatures that can eat even the largest of breeds.
Not exactly the most sanitary method, since the city's water comes from the river as well, but it beats digging shallow graves for all the dead sods she's got to clean up. Besides, as long as you dump 'em at the far end, it's fine.
Sebastian tosses the imperial's bones into the water. The flesh she had to cut up and spread around the forest- she hated her breed, more for the issue they posed as dead bodies than anything else. Just extra steps for her when Michael felt the need to bump one of them off.

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As far as she's concerned, Michael is far too young to be heading any family business. He doesn't have the experience to take over yet, and considering she and King have been around a lot longer, this ought to have gone to one of them.
If she was advising King, at least she would be able to rely on him having a damned plan to begin with.