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All the night was silent in execption of the falling rain outside of her hotel room. Asleep in the bed beside her was the half-giant Macien, but the crimson haired femme had other thoughts on her mind. The sound of his easy breathing was only one of the many background noises, a melody of life that Myrth could've cared less about. Even though this once-priest now had a special place in her heart, Myrth's savage nature hadn't quite subsided. Her wounds from her last battle with the very man she now shared a room with were well and healed, leaving her restless and itching to work again. Through the drumming of the rain a new sound reached the sharp demon's ears: music. Absently Myrth rose to her feet and strolled to the open window, leaning on the sill she peered out into the darkness until vibrant electric blue eyes fell onto a familiar rain drenched form. "Myrrh..." Some would've called her crazy for the personal vendetta she held against him, and many of them were most likely correct, but Myrth didn't care. He was her twin but he was the most disgraceful demon she'd ever seen. From the outside looking in, she and Myrrh were polar opposites. Myrrh being friendly, people-loving and laid-back, and Myrth being cruel, vindictive and savagely vengeant. Had she ever bothered to take a look at her own motives she would discover her deep hatred for the laid-back creature that was her twin brother was due only to the fact that he had prospered where she had become so bitter. But she hadn't, and even if she had there was a large chance that it wouldn't do anything to change her feelings. With a savage smirk she picked up the black scythe that was her only true 'companion' and slipped out the open window. She landed with perfect grace on the wet ground, ignoring the sensation of the frigid rain pouring down upon her. Darting off through the rain, a little voice in the back of her mind told her that she should've left a note for Macien, but she'd deal with the consequences of that later. She was only a few yards away when her dratted brother escaped into the palace ruins and, only moments after stopping, darted off after his stupid lizard. "Idiot." Myrth's words came out in a harsh hiss but she picked up her pace, slipping into the cover of the shadowy palace as she continued to track that fool brother of hers. By the time she brought Myrrh and his little dragon in sight she also found them in the company of a winged stranger. Oh well, she'd deal with him as well if she had to. However the wing man's eyes shot toward her at the last moment and she felt a heart wrenching melody split into her soul. Myrth gasped as if she'd been struck by a sharp sword. You...what...are you...doing?!" "Teaching you both a lesson in manners." The last thing Myrth remembered seeing was the smirk on the angel-winged man's face, and then all went dark. |