Let's Not Keep The Dead Waiting

Some reffered to him as the first child of Adam and Eve but this was pure nonsense. A fable made up once Christianity had spread like a fungus and infected the old legends so that they would be directly linked to the proper history of the world. But no. No, no, no. He was no such prestigious character. The Ankou is not a myth of the holy superstitions. He is the guardian of the graveyard, the last dead of the year, the sheperd of resting souls and the hunter of lost souls. A creature beyond death, eternaly bound to the earth on which he once walked as a mortal being. He travels the savage roads surrounding the parish that became his last home, taking in his old cart the restless ones and sometimes those who dare to stand in his way or make a mockery of him. Three drunk men once encountered him while walking home and did not properly recognized the henchman of Death. 2 of them threw stones at him in their delirium, one of the cart's wheels broke and the figure fell to the ground.