Twin Reapers The city, though vast and pulsating with life, was shrouded in an eerie calmness tonight. The moon hung low in the sky, cloaked in swirls of mist. In that precarious balance between light and darkness, two figures stood on the edge of a rooftop, silhouettes against the shimmering lights below. "Avac," Cava whispered, her voice an echoing shadow that mingled with the night breeze, "do you think they know we're coming?" Her eyes gleamed with a predator's hunger, the sharp fangs barely concealed beneath her playful grin. “Did you see that one? The man at the corner? He’s trying to escape… how delightful.” Avac remained silent, his expression as blank as ever, the bow of fate resting comfortably in his hands, ready to channel the essence of souls. He glanced at the swirling clouds above, a shroud carefully crafting the backdrop of their eternal hunt. He was the reaper, the guide meant to usher souls into the afterlife, a task which he approached with a silent resolve. “Not much of a talker, are you?” Cava sighed dramatically, then leaned in closer, her voice dropping to barely a whisper. “You know, I think it’s fun to toy with them—just a little before they meet their end. The thrill of the chase makes all this… more enjoyable.” With a single blink and a swift movement, Avac released an arrow, luminous as moonlight, streaking through the dark and embedding itself into the heart of the fleeing man. He halted, caught between two worlds—life and death, the expression of shock painted across his face. “See? Quick and painless,” Avac murmured, though he never truly spoke, his thoughts resonating with clarity in the tethered silence of his mind. To him, it was a duty he fulfilled, not an act of malice. “Boring!” Cava complained, rolling her eyes. She dashed forward, her form melding with the shadows as she stalked towards the fallen man. “Now, let’s see how he reacts to the real fun.” Her fangs glinted wickedly as she hovered over him, a playful angel of death. “You think you can escape me? The taste of despair hangs heavy in the air, darling.” “Cava.” Avac's presence shifted, a warning woven into his gaze. He stepped closer, his steady posture radiating a quiet authority. “Enough games.” His arrow's magic swirled and locked onto his sister, urging her to stop. He hated to disappoint her excitement, but they had a purpose. “Fine, fine,” she replied, pouting but amused. Knowing Avac’s unwavering resolve, she acquiesced with dramatic flair. “But let’s at least have a little fun with the next one. Just a little bit of chaos before we guide another soul home?” As the clouds shifted above, anticipation painted the night anew. The world around them was potent with the promise of unpredictability. Avac felt the tug of fate, drawing him towards the next lost soul that dared to wander unprepared for the inevitability of death. The Twin Reapers, bound by duty yet veiled in shadows, thrived in a domain between the living and the unseen. When the hour grew late, they would be prepared to embrace the night—together, unyielding, and forever entwined in their divergent paths.