On…technicality, their father had said that all Samyaza and Keres had to do was escort his assassin and seek out their dear brother. They did, and they weren’t locked away when it all went to hell and he escaped. Sad case, but didn’t change the fact that the mighty God had spoken his word and now the terrible two twins were out in an undiscovered world after being cooped up in their prisons. Like dogs licking their chops at a big chunk of meat, they were quite hungry about the thrill.

Of all the delicious entrees to try out, it was Keres’ suggestion that left Samyaza very excited. Egjora was the main course contender and there was plenty of richie and prudy men and women to dine on. Metaphorically speaking, of course. But their blood would make a sea that would make Luna jealous. The higher end of the city wasn’t too hard to find, just needed to follow the trail of the poorer fools being dragged back to the slums, some barely breathing and others…not at all. The mayhem that had to arise from months past hadn’t settled, the aftermath had pitted the lower districts to resent the rich even more. None of that was known to either and certainly, in his sake, the younger twin didn’t care. The first of the families to fall beneath their hands was found and nonchalantly entered the house and joined them at the dinner table. The head of the family stood up, his grey brows narrowed furiously. “Who are you two?!” The family’s guards came out to come and forcefully take them be, likely mistaking them to be from the lower districts.

Big mistake.

Samyaza looked on with gleefulness as he was pulled from his chair while his beloved sister held out her hand for one of them to take and nodded at him. With that one signal, he closed his fist and his bones protruded from his knuckles. As painful as it was, it pales in comparison to the joy that was written on his face as he spun on his heels and jabbed at the guard’s face that was pulling on him. The man fell limp on the floor just as he pounded into his next victim, only this time he didn’t stop at one punch. As he pummeled the living out of the guard, Keres held onto the hand of the guard that was to escort her out as she channeled her magic through him. Suddenly the man started to feel the skin of his hand peeling off painfully, and tried to pull back only to be met with a strong grip from her. “Tsk, tsk, it’s impolite to leave a lady unattended in such carnage, no?” She chuckled darkly as she watched her brother barbarically destroy their feeble opposition. It was a nice long wait but when it was finished, it was a marvelous sight of blood and ruin. The last guard got to watch as well while his flesh turned to rot and then he was no more than just another corpse.

“Hm, that took a bit more out of me than I thought”, she groaned as she collapsed back onto her chair dramatically. Samyaza looked onto her while wiping as much blood off him as possible before looking to the family and smiled. “What about them, sissy?”

“Kill the parents and release the children. Likely they will be feasted upon by the lower people or they will provide more guards for our fun.”

The patriarch started to protest but then met with a gut punch that sent him reeling onto the ground. He was still very much alive, though in excruciating pain. The young children were tossed out onto the cold streets while their mother attempted to escape with them only to be pulled back by the demon and the door slammed. Samyaza took great pleasure in making them suffer while Keres hummed to herself as she enjoyed the meal that had been prepared for such a lovely family.

This city, like any city, Xyaban didn't feel that comfortable in. She wasn't a fan of humans, and they didn't like her much either. But it had started on their end, accusing her of doing bad just based on her looks, yes, they were right in thinking what they did. But for the most part humans treated her poorly because of her looks, because she looked like a freak, a pretty one, yes, but a freak all the same. Not quite human but not looking full dragon either, but Xyaban was no half breed.

It was meal time in the city so the streets weren't that crowded and the dragoness, in a rather nasty mood at the moment for whatever reason, had made her way to the higher end of the city. She had slipped past the guards which had been almost too easy. Too have a little fun she had found one that was alone and when he was close enough she had injected him with some of her toxic and quickly slipped away. It wasn't too long after that before he was found convulsing on the ground with blackened sludge like blood seeped from his eyes, nose, ears and mouth.

But Xyaban was long gone by then having put up a nice distraction on that end of the city she moved to the next part. It was here that she heard the crying of children not too far off. No matter her mood Xy had a soft spot for children since they, of almost any race, were more apt to come up to her in a friendly manner. She was only five feet tall which helped and she truly didn't look that threatening, just short and cute, but adults saw her for what she was.

Heading in that direction she spotted the three children in the street crying, they were all young and her heart fell a little for them. Walking over Xyaban knelt down in front of the oldest, Xy had her hood up and head down to hide some of her face as she spoke. ”What is wrong, little one?” Xy asked.

The child was spooked for a moment by Xy's sudden appearance, but at Xy's soft tone calmed down enough to talk. “Th, they are going to kill mommy and daddy!” The child cried and pointed to the house they had come from.

Xy looked to the house and then to the children. ”I'll go and check on your mommy and daddy, but I want you safe.” Xy waved her hand a magic gate opened in the air. ”Go through, quickly now, go straight across the street and tell them Xyaban sent you, you will be safe there.” Xyaban commanded and almost had to shove all three through, they were terrified, she got that. But she hadn't been lying to them, she had sent them to an orphanage she knew about, they would be safe there, for surely their parents were dead already.

But she could deal with that after, for now, Xyaban walked quickly to the house, ignoring any stares she was getting. Curious neighbours were happy to watch what was going on, but not one of them stepped out to help a child in need. Sickening.

As if she owned the place Xyaban walked into the house, the scent of blood hitting her right away and it didn't take her long to find the dinning room and those within, living and otherwise. Guards were littering the ground and the two killers were enjoying themselves with the family and helping themselves to the food. Without a word the dragoness found a place to sit at the table casually helped herself to a leg of roasted chicken from the table, removing her hood and taking a large bite as she got herself comfortable. ”Mm, that's good.” She commented to herself. After another bite she looked up to the pair with a small smile and then looked around. ”You two are busy, I'll wait until you're done, so don't mind me.” She giggled lightly and took another bite from the chicken, it was rather tasty indeed!

Keres carved into her steak as if she was being watched by the highest blood blues as she calmly sliced into the meat and took a dainty piece into her mouth as her brother subjected their hosts to a painful and merciless beating. Perhaps the poor duo didn’t deserve it- it might have just been a wrong place at the right time sort of ordeal. But as she continued to feast on their food, it became obvious that they killed the guards and were in the process of doing the same to the poor little parents. The only reason why they spared the children was just out of a flimsy whim. They could have been killed, but what was the fun in that? Samyaza probably would have seen the enjoyment out of it, but he did tend to get carried away with things as he was now. Bloody, broken pulps were the man of the house, the life beat out of him as he yanked on his collar. “Hey, you still awake? Heeeelllloooo!” He looked to Keres with a pitiful pout, “He’s dead.”

Keres put her folk down momentarily; while he had beaten the husband, the wife had quickly become intolerable with her wailings. The demoness’ eyes lingered onto her, yet she spoke clearly to Samyaza. “Well then, play with her some. But do make it quick, she’s becoming a real pain…” She froze mid-sentence as they heard someone come in. Was it the guards? The children? The two of them waited until it was shown that a small woman came about and decided to join in the feast. “Sissy, what is that?”, Samyaza said, momentarily forgetting all about the lady of the house. He looked on not with fear or hatred, but out of pure curiosity. As did Keres, whose head had tilted and had like her brother, forgotten about her recent actions. They had yet to address her and kept among themselves until the older sister went and talked about the elephant in the room.

“You realize what you walked into, right deary?” And like a snap of the fingers calling to him, Samyaza’s attention went back to the lady, who was screaming murder. His hand darted out and clasp around her jaw before he pulled her in and proceeded to give her a messy, but quick death at his sister’s request. The halls were quiet now that the noise box was silenced, save for the three of them that were still alive; Keres and Samyaza and this mysterious little lady.

“Are you a demon as well?”, Keres asked, looking solely on her appearance alone. But something just didn’t sit right with that answer. Perhaps she was something else, but what? Once he was finished, Samyaza strolled over to the woman, his clothing stained a good bit with the blood of the fallen and leaned against the back of her chair and smiled. “Maybe, maybe not but she is cute.” He rested his head on his arms that were placed at the top of the seat as he looked at her with narrow eyes. “You…don’t seem bothered by my art, I see. A rare find, so who are you?”

Xyaban smiled when the male killer as what she was, but for now didn't respond to him, they didn't attack her right away either. So Xyaban stayed sitting and continued to eat the chicken, also thankful when the woman's wailing had ceased by the male's hands, rather messily done. When she was asked if she knew what she had walked into Xyaban smiled over the mouthful of chicken she had and nodded, oh she did, she knew very well what she had walked in on.

”Nope, I'm no demon.” Xy replied as she tossed the chicken done aside, she would have got the marrow out but not at the moment. Instead she found a somewhat clean napkin and wiped her mouth off, giggling about the idea that she, of all people, was using a napkin. The male sauntered over to her and leaned against the back of her chair, Xyaban only smiled and leaned her back for a moment to look at him while he spoke. ”You two are rather handsome and beautiful yourselves, if I may add.” Xyaban replied with a grin, funny how killers sometimes knew how to talk to each other.

Her own poison green eyes looked back to his narrowed ones and Xy giggled again. ”Not bothered at all, handsome. A little messy for my usual taste, I prefer to do it slowly, strangling is fun, watch the life leave their eyes. My toxins can be slow to kill as well, turn their blood into jelly.” She thought a moment and smiled. ”I killed a man one time by not allowing him to sleep for days, kept him up with pain and when he tried to sleep nightmares of the worst kind filled his mind and forced him awake. That one, I won't forget that one.” She smiled and turned her gaze to the female, demon, yes, that seemed to be what they were. ”But to each their own, yes? I'm not trying to criticize your style in any way.”

”My name is Xyaban, and, as I said, I'm no demon. I am a venom dragon, but I understand that that could be confusing given my looks and size. You aren't the first ones to have asked me that.” She answered their question from before and then moved into matters at hand, why she had come in here. ”But I do have a reason for intruding upon your fun, for that I do apologize. I ran into the children outside on my way through town, I have sent them to a safe place. I wanted to do two things; thank you for not killing the little ones, and, are there anymore than the three I met on the way in?” She asked, making her stance in this known; she cared only about the children. Xyaban didn't give a damn about the adults, so long as these two hadn't killed any children Xyaban was content on leaving them alone to their fun. Or, perhaps, joining them, they seemed to be her kind of beings after all.

She wasn’t a demon, but Samyaza wasn’t quite sure what the woman was. But she did pique his interest nonetheless, which could have been a good or bad thing depending on how she would take it. He continued to hover over her seat, watching her with keen eyes as she explained her own preferred method. “I’m not offended. I just think its fun to kill with my bare hands, or other toys if needed. But I can’t say that what you’ve done hasn’t given me a new perspective in the art.” If anything, he might try his hand in obtaining some lethal poisons just to experiment onto others himself.

“Sissy, you hear that? She’s a venom dragon!” The fact that they had found a dragon in this state was simply amazing. Never before had he seen such a creature and it was something that fancied his eye. “I’m Samyaza and she’s Keres, my twin.” While Keres would have been much more discreet in giving away their identities to total strangers, she didn’t mind him blabbing it over to Xyaban and continued with her meal. Samyaza wasn’t shy as his eyes danced about their “new friend”. But at least, his thoughts weren’t of trying to kill her like all the others he had seen with that spark in his eye before. “Children? Hm, oh yeah! Them! Sissy wanted them out of the house while we had fun with the others.” Killing those that didn’t fathom death and such was unappealing to him anywho. Their folks, on the other hand, that was a blast of fun he had with them. He wiped away some of the blood from his tunic and face as he slithered over to her side and plopped an elbow onto the table and rested his head on his hand.

“No, not that we were familiar with. Would have heard more screams otherwise when I was taking care of the guards and the owners. Only those three were lucky enough to get away.” None of which was a lie; they had only come into this very room and played out their horrific, beautiful scene of broken bodies. “I’m sure that if you want to check around the joint, then I’d gladly come with. I won’t hurt them. But any adults…I can’t say the same.” His eyes then latched onto his twin’s, “What do you say?”

“If you must. I will be finishing up here and then taking a look around the offices. Surely there’s a bit of coin and other valuables to look for. Enjoy your time with Xyaban, if she will have you of course.”

Samyaza gave out a pleadingly playful look but nothing in his mind was simply playful.

Xyaban smiled to the female's reply. ”Perhaps another time we can get together again and show off a little for each other, hm?” She suggested, and woe be the way and place that they chose for that little venture if it ever came to pass. The male spoke and Xyaban giggled lightly at his reaction to what she was. ”A pleasure to meet you both.” Xy smiled again as Samyaza eyed her up, she winked to him. ”Ask nicely and maybe you'll get to see more. But only if we trade.” She grinned.

The topic moved back to the children again, by what these two were saying there were no more in the house that they knew of. At least no more screams that they had heard taking care of the guards. She listened to the twin's exchange after Samyaza proposed taking a look around the place together for anyone that may have been hiding. Xyaban smiled and got up out of the chair. ”Sounds like an idea to me.” She nodded and looked to Keres. ”I won't keep your bother away too long.” She looked back to Samyaza and held her out hand, matching his own smile in turn. ”Shall we?”

Whether he took her hand or not Xyaban made her into other parts of the house, one room at a time reaching out with her senses to see if anything else was alive in here somewhere. As they searched Xyaban had another question or two for him. ”So, Samyaza, where do you and your sister come from? You're both beautiful, if I may be so bold, and I believer neither of you are human, correct?” She smiled. ”Do you two share everything then?” She smiled wickedly her tongue passing over her lips.

Upon entering the next room, a kitchen, Xyaban could smell all the food that had been cooking, including a pot that was boiling over. Hm. Glancing to Samyaza the dragoness stepped around to a door that she assumed would be the larder and tore it off the hinges easily enough despite her size. Nothing inside that she could see, but she could smell the perspiration, and it wasn't old either. With a laugh Xyaban flicked her hand forward and along with it a small concussive blast slammed into the room.

And made those within cry out in surprise and pain from under the sacks of flour and grain they had been hiding under.

Cackling with glee Xyaban jumped in further and grabbed them one by one, there were two, the cooks, a heavy set male and a slim woman, probably his wife. ”No, please.” The woman cried as Xyaban hauled them both out into the kitchen, trusting Samyaza to guard the only exit.

Xyaban giggled. ”Please what?” She looked to Samyaza. ”Which one would you like? Want to get your sister to watch?” Xyaban questioned as she reached for the woman to grab her. The woman slapped Xyaban across the chin, and Xy's only reaction was to start to giggle more. ”Oh, slow, yes, very slow. But, who goes first and who gets to watch?” Her poison green eyes showing the full level of her insanity, her look was not one of someone in their right mind.