Two figures, standing before each other. the man declared, his voice determined if not a little afraid: "Finally, I've found you." The other figure, monstrum pulchritudinous, responded, it's voice seaming slightly distorted, being neither male, female nor androgynous. Or perhaps all of those at once? "The reason?"

"Fraud." He said as casually as if it was the other figure's name "I require your power"

The figure's voice echoed : "Your plan to wield it?"

"Rid the world, Purify the Lord's creation, of the filth, of the heathens that think you God."- He recited with confidence.

Unbothered, the figure responded, seaming to be chuckling slightly: "Ah, such arrogance, almost worthy of admiration. Almost" Before continuing:

"Then, have it, but only that of your kind. Although a minor grume could only hope to grasp it;

this exchange shall open a way for the Lunar Usurpers, Viscuficedula the Maw of rot and cruciatuficedula the Eye of void. Do you take this gamble?"

"I shall have my virtuous bravado."

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Doomed waltz of shallow hearts.

It was late at night in Ravendorr, still quite a bit of time until sunrise, but the detailed and intricately designed street lights faintly lit up the street as Zarah walked alongside it.

 Evan though from a distance it might look like she is just on a simple stroll, she is actually walking with the seriousness and stiffness of a soldier, as she usually does when she's on the clock, after all, Zarah is currently executing a task from her employer, but even though her professionalism she, clearly irritated, mumbled under her breath : "Why does it come to this everytime?".

 After a while walking in the light night drizzle that would have made it uncomfortable to fly, she made it to a modest in size but rather high-end club and entered it as if she was a regular. She greeted the lady at the front desk, since, weirdly enough, even though Zarah does not like alcohol or clubs, she was here often enough for them to know each other. As she passed groups and tables of fellow vampires, she made it to a group of five friends loudly talking and laughing at a table together, she then approached one of them who was sitting there, seaming to be disassociating quietly,

"Master Breeze."-she declared, in a stern but tired and disappointed tone of voice. He glanced over his shoulder. "Zarah?"-he stated, at first slightly startled at her sudden arrival, and quickly realizing it was her. One of the boys, who was standing behind the fancy curved sofa, exclaimed, laughing to himself: "Oi blue eyes! Your babysitter's here!" "Logan. shut it."-Breeze replied, not even glancing in the other boy's direction, after which, he sighed, and inquired as to Zarah's arrival asking :  "what is it this time?". This is an regular accurate. Zarah also sighed, although a lot more subtly, "your presence will be required shortly" -she explained. "Your leaving already?" -one of the girls remarked. Breeze looked at her and nodded slightly, with an expression that said "looks like it", "guess we can hang out some other time" She added, with surprisingly little to none emotions in her voice. Breeze then stood up, put his hood back on putting his purple, braided hair from his back over his shoulder and while slowly heading towards the exit, he glanced at Zarah and, clearly a bit irritated, grunted: "alright, I'll go with you, you can explain what's going on, on our way there." Zarah nodded, and in a calm but relived voice added: "Very well then"

After walking a while on the empty street Breeze asked-"so what does father want from me now?"

 "Your father and his colleges have acquainted new information on the whereabouts of a certain wolf."-Zarah responded. "He wants you and your brother along with your brother and 5 other warriors to eliminate it."

"really?"-Breeze responded not understanding why such a large cavalry would be required to deal with a single threat- " '5'?, even if this one is exceptionally strong, that still is a bit much, would it not?"

"perhaps it's is,"-she explained- "but your assumption was accurate. This one is rather unique, and if I remember correctly, as an assignment from your father, you've looked into this one in the recent past"

"wait, is this the werewolf that was recently responsible for cutting the number of active members in the 'pearl' raid team practically to, like, a third of their previous size?"-Breeze asked, realizing who they are talking about.

"yes, I believe it is." -Zarah remarked.

"but wasn't that one almost impossible to track down due to not belong to any single clan thus never staying in one place to long?" -He questioned- "how did they manage to confirm his location?"

"If the reports are to be believed he has stayed in the same area for some time now"-she answered, while gently adjusting her red beret.

At that response Breeze scoffed, -"this is gonna end badly isn't it? nevermind, that I'll ask him during the meeting or something"-he then stopped talking for a moment, as if thinking about something, before remarking: "On another note, Zarah what's with the constant professionalism? Can't you relax a bit? At least from time to time."

"I'm afraid I can't. You're at your age, and may not quite understand but how I have to act isn't exactly up to me. Honestly I think it's you that is way too forward with your words."- she responded, with a small note of melancholy.

"No, I unfortunately don't quite understand, but what's that about me being 'too forward with my words'? Don't tell me you also started with the 'Respect your elders' bullshit. I mean sure you are up there in age I never thought you were that kind of person"-he said, clearly even more annoyed than before, with a slight hint of snarky-nes.

Zarah, noticing Breeze's tone of voice declared: "well if this is an attempt at calling me 'old' then it's not a very good one, but considering I am 1117 years older than you should at least 'respect' the amount of experience I posses."

With that said they have made it back to the Rosãmörderé property, and as they were entering the building of remarkably impressive size, Breeze remembered to ask an rather important question, "By the way, when will the meeting take place? I mean, you mentioned that 'My presence will be required shortly' but isn't it currently about 4 in the morning? Isn't it a bit late for an official meeting?"

Zarah stopped for a short moment, before picking up the pace again and confessing: "That actually was nothing but a bit of strategic lying. The meeting's not until 18. I just needed to get you to come home as soon as I could."

"Wha-?Why would you need to do that?"-He retorted, taken aback by Zarah laying so openly.

At that she argued: "Well do you remember what happened last time? We were looking for you two whole days!"

"We don't talk about that."- Breeze muttered before exclaiming : " also that wasn't 'last time' it was more than half a year ago!"

"Alright, alright, I'll stop." Zarah replied, then after noticing they have arrived at the entrance to Breeze's room stated: " I will leave you be until it's time for the meeting, then I'll come over to get you and Master Erick. You should get some sleep in the meantime."

Breeze then nodded in agreement and silently went into his room deciding that an all nighter probably won't do him any good right before a meeting and he should definitely try to follow Zarah's advice. Although after more than an hour of fighting against insomnia he concluded that this just wasn't worth it and decided to pass the time by finishing rereading a book, this one was about flower meanings. A Perfect topic with which you can just mindlessly relax. It also happens that it used to be one of his Mother's favourites too.

So there he was, in his room, sitting upsidedown in an armchair, as he usually does when there is no one to tell him that it's 'vulgar','impolite' or 'animalistic', spending time leisurely reading about  Malogranaluna lilies, they're such pretty flowers. One of his favorites too, with light blue almost transparent petals and a pitch black center and leafs, but it's such a shame that they are poisonous to everyone besides Blood moons and very hard to grow, otherwise Breeze would definitely have some in his room.

Seemingly not long after, the sun has already slowly begin to set, and Zarah has returned to remind Breeze to get ready for the meeting. She proceeded to gently but firmly knock on the door to his room, but she was only met with silence.

"Breeze? Are you there?" She asked, before pausing for a moment to wait for an answer. After not hearing anything she decided to let herself in. She opened the door carefully and had her concerns of a runaway are immediately dismissed as she found Breeze simply asleep, still upsidedown, in an armchair with a book on his chest, one of his wings drooping of the side and his legs over the headrest.

Zarah sighed at the sight of this, although, being aware of his tendency to not be able to fall asleep, she was glad that Breeze managed to get at least some sleep in. This happening wasn't exactly rare, it was, somehow, rather unusual for Breeze to actually sleep in his bed. Zarah simply walked up to him, picked up the book laying on Breeze, being careful to bookmark it on the page it was open on and place it on a nearby table, after that, while leaning slightly over him, she begin to gently shake his shoulder with her right hand for a moment.

Breeze grunted slightly, a bit irritated about being woken up, before getting up dusting off and adjusting his outfit a little.

"Is... it time.. already?"-He asked, still a bit drowsy.

"It will be in a moment. I just came by to make sure you were awake"-Zarah replied, before adding: "I'll go get your brother, please meet me in the corridor shortly."

Not even a few minutes later, Breeze was already heading over to meet back with Zarah, who was standing at the end of the corridor, discussing details, or at least talking with Erick, who upon noticing his brother stopped in the middle of his sentence, and while glancing over at Breeze, retorted: "ugh, finally I was starting to think we were going to be late because of you"

Breeze, at first seemingly ignoring His twin brother, asked their attended: "How long were you waiting for me?" " 93 seconds. More or less." Hearing that answer, He glanced at Erick with a slight smirk, as if telling him 'yea, not this time' before starting to head towards the main meeting room to finally get information on what is actually going on, with Erick and Zarah shortly doing the same.

After short walk they have reached the entrance, with Zarah opening the big wooden door made out of high-end walnut wood and masterfully embroidered with silver grapevine motives to a room of about a dozen or so people, letting Erick and Breeze in while bowing slightly before gently closing it, stepping to the side, bowing again -this time to the rest of the room- and regrouping with the rest of the bodyguards there to continue to guard the entrance. Breeze bearly resisted reminding her that she did not have to do that for them, like he always used to do, but stoped himself since she did technically work as their assistant and bodyguard, and no matter how much he wasn't comfortable with someone having to serve him, Zarah did at least seam to enjoy her job; ... And was the one person that could out-do him in terms of stubbornness so he knew he wasn't going to change her mind; all he ended up doing was sighing, and putting his mask on - it was a thin fabric mask attached to an undergarment, but Breeze feels more comfortable covering his face - even if it is just with a thin fabric, it still feels like a layer of protection.

A white haired men was sitting at the center of the long rectangular table, that men was Hammar Rosãmörderé-Carmine, a Duke held in high regard and Erick's and Breeze's Father, he looked up from the documents in his hands and at the twins who were heading to their places at said table and in a stern and commending voice declared: "Erick. Breeze. You're early."

Erick stopped, and while slightly bowing his head announced: "Of course Father! We wouldn't want to be late to such an important gathering! It's really an honor t-" "Get to the point."- He was interrupted by Breeze, who already thought to himself that Erick's voice sounds like you're trying to cut through an extremely dry loaf of bread with a dull knife, and frankly has had enough of his brother sucking up to everyone and anyone with a higher status then him(which, to be fair, isn't a lot of people but Breeze still found it really annoying).