As hell burning flames softly as Reaper was getting ready for her next job as her boss, Death, was waiting on her patiently in the throne room. With the killer putting her sweatshirt on while she was putting her mask on with her hair dangling in the back. Reaper's hair was long to her lower back that stopped above her butt. After a few minutes, Reaper and her hell hounds Killer and Pain walks to the throne room where Death was waiting.

"Hello sir. What is the job you have for me today"? Reaper asked as she gripped her scythe in the left hand and twirling her knife in her right hand. "Kill 40 adult men in your hometown with 30 souls, you can keep 10 souls for yourself Reaper". Death replied as he watch the burning souls in hell pits burn. "Oh, but leave your hounds here. This is solo". He added. Reaper nodded. "It will be done". She says as she fire teleports to the human world where she despises the humans.

Death knew Bloody Scar, Reaper's older twin brother was in their hometown as well. Scar and Reaper was twins even though they never looked alike, but their attitudes were on point. Filled with hatred, killing machines, insane, cold-blooded, and heartless. Scar was in Charlotte, his hometown as well as Reaper's, was on a killing spree with a ancient hell dagger in his right hand. He jumps to another roof quietly as his pale skin shines in the moon-filled light.

Scar was 6 foot tall, black hair that covers his left eye, dragon like teeth, dull lifeless brown eyes, pale skin, black male tank top, black jeans, and combat boots. He had a muscluar body but doesn't really matter to him. Reaper on the opposite hand had a skull mask, a short sleeve cloak, pale skin, fingerless gloves, gray sweatshirt, black jeans, and converses. She was at 5'3 even though she was small she was not a nice girl.

The twins were on their killing spree for an hour before Scar entered this house where he was raised with Reaper as a young child before was kidnapped at the age of 5. He slowly walks around the house, looking at everything with his right eye and remembering all the times he had with his family, but not with Reaper. During the childhood, Scar was always loved by his parents but felt pity toward his sister. He couldn't play with Reaper but regrets it deeply, when their parents were out Scar would gently play games with his sister.

Something weird would happen between them, like Scar would suggest a game which ended them up with him on top and Reaper on the bottom. Everytime that would happen, he would get an urge to kiss his sister's lips softly since she hand small pink lips that looked kissable. Shaking that thought out of his head, he heard footsteps and growls. Scar draws out his knife and saw the figure coming through the door before his eye widen. "Sister". He mumbles softly as her scent overwhemled him.

Reaper looked at Scar with wide eyes as well. "Brother". She muttered softly before drawing out her knife and dropping her scythe on the ground. Scar looked at her knife before looking at her. "Don't do it". He growls. She ignored him and lunged at her twin, wanting him dead. Reaper wants her parents and her brother dead since it was their fault she was always in pain. "Die"! She yelled as swinged her knife at his face. Scar easily dodged it and grabbed her wrist before taking her mask off.

His eye widen again and frowns at her face. Her face had scars, small pink lips, dull lifeless brown eyes, pale skin and look black hair. "What happened to you"? He whispered softly wanting to know. "Why would you care"? She snapped. Scar growls more and throws her on the ground before pinning her wrists above her head and gets between her legs so she wouldn't escape. "I'll ask again: what happened to you"? He growls. "Fine. I trained with Death to become a killer and his right hand". She answers. "Death. We're alike. Same powers, same atttitudes, same bloodlines". He whispers in her ear.

Reaper struggles under him but Scar was too big for her to escape. Using one hand, Scar held her wrists down while using his other hand to tilt her chin up. "Why are you doing this"? She mumbles as she looked at her brother's eye. "I have felt like this when we were children. I never pity you. I wanted to play games like siblings but mom and dad stopped me. I wanted to kiss you, those lips, so small, so pink, so.....yummy". He whispered huskly. A blush grew faint on her cheeks as well on his.

Scar slowly inches his face towar his sister and gently kissed her on the lips as his other hand grips her wrists more, loving the gentle kiss. Reaper's eyes widen but slowly closed them and kissed back softly while enjoying this. He pulls away but not far from her and gently nuzzled her neck before nipping her ear. "Death is waiting for you". He whispered before letting go and jumping out the window. She slowly gets up and dusts herself off. "My......first...kiss". She said softly before turning around and saw her boss.

"Well that was something I didn't expect from the two of you". He chuckled as her blush rised. "You knew"? She asked as her boss nodded. "I thought you were going to kill him but....change of plans". He said and chuckled again.

"But next time, don't hold back". He said