Exton

I drop from the rooftop, landing on cat's feet. The advantage of being what I am is the ability to be non-human at will. Even though I land soundlessly, Mortuis knows I am there.

"What news, My Lord Death?"

He looks back at the alley, then down at me. "Murder most foul, as in the best it is; but this, most foul, strange and unnatural."

I give him a sensual smile and sheathe my twin companions. Gotta love Hamlet. "Then I would say, Dread Lord, that it is right up our alley."

Mortuis groans. "You have been in your cousin's company again, have you not?"
I sketch a bow and he shakes his head. The night is more quiet than one would expect, as if it is holding its breath, anticipating the next horror. One half expects to hear the Phantom's organ, or the classic ba-dum, ba-dum of Jaws. He glances around and I fall into step as Mortuis begins to move down the street. We walk in silence, listening to the town's normal sounds as they slowly resume.

A demifae peeks out of a bush, and I wait, letting it zip to my shoulder. It hides under the tight braid that lays down my back, buried as far from sight as possible. The poor thing is terrified, whispering that the night has become a danger when the Right Hand of Death and Love's Bite take a stroll in blood drenched side streets.

How right the little one is. Tonight we are not Magnus and Nadji. Tonight we resume the mantles our pasts have laid upon our shoulders.