The young man threw his hands into the air. Specs of blood flying with the movement and flare. His gaze was fixated upon the night sky as though it held answers to the universe written among the stars, though only the naïve would believe such a fantasy. Truth wasn't written in the stars, it was buried in the dirt where most seemed to think it belonged. His hands dropped, suddenly overwhelmed. If only it were so easy to dye the world red.

"How does Prince of Hell sound?" He drew swirls on his arms with the leaking blood, fascinated with the slick gliding motion it made before trailing off.

Pale unseeing eyes flickered toward him, sniffing the air and licking his teeth at the whiff of iron.

"Wouldn't you rather be King?"

"No king means responsibility, prince means all the power without it."

"I don't think you get to pick and choose."

He began picking at the blood again. It seeped between slits in his skin caused by boney protrusions, three on his left arm and two on his right stuck out their bone white contrasting his tanned skin.

"She's late." He said with a frown, his finger nails attempting to widen the gaps.

The other man shrugged. His nostrils flared again, taking in the night and all the darkness hid. He rubbed at his twitching nose, smelling something unpleasant. "You shouldn't pick at those Sin. Besides, someone's coming."

Sin jumped up, eager. His black eyes flickered with pleasure. He didn't say it was her or him, which meant it was someone who stumbled into the wrong place. The scent of strong alcohol reached him moments later. A tongue flickered out as he sheathed and unsheathed his bones in and out of his arms. The movement drawing more blood and causing it to fall in loud splatters of rain. They always tasted best when full of fear. Too bad drunks didn't have as much capacity for fear.

"Mine."

The other shrugged again. It was almost second nature. The level of indifference he had toward their surroundings was a bit astonishing. Sin figured he would be more excited to be on the surface. It had been many a century since they last ventured up and yet his brother couldn't care less.

"Come now, Bryn. Don't you miss the taste of flesh? The feeling of a blood running down your chin and the reek of fear and piss as they soil themselves from our might?" Sin circled him, before grabbing his shoulders from behind as he leaned forward whispering sweet nothings into his ear.

With a sharp jerk, Bryn shrugged him off. "You were always the one who enjoyed that most out of us all. Humans are too gamey in my opinion. Plus they always got stuck in my teeth and made my stomach flip."

"What a wuss. You bring nothing but shame to our family." Sin moved to shove him off the grave his brother perched on, but sensing it Bryn grabbed and threw him to the ground.

Angered, Sin turned and launched himself back at him. Soon the two brothers were in an all-out fight as they rolled around on the ground. They bodies crashed into graves, breaking them apart and destroying the monuments to someone's life. Gone as though they never existed. Teeth snapped and found flesh. Nails tore apart at skin. Blood and dirt was everywhere and waves of growls mixed with a harsh non-human.

"Woah, break it up! Come on this is a graveyard! Have some respect, seriously what the hell?" Slurred words tripped over themselves to come out as a voice raced towards them.

The man stopped in his path, frozen in confusion at the sight as the two previously fighting stood. The companions shared stark similarities, deep tanned skin stretched across lean strong muscle that seemed to twitch like a caged animal. Both were tall imposing figures of the night with black hair of various lengths. They were obviously related. However, while one sported bones the other was draped in cracks across his skin. Deep fissures as though a river had run through or the skin had just become so dry it gave up from the drought pulling away. The two monsters appeared right at home in the cemetery surrounded by death.

"What....what are you?" He stumbled back adrenaline finally kicking in.

The boney one smiled, pulling back his lips cruelly to reveal his sharp unnaturally white teeth. The man screamed and fled, his drunken stupor overridden by pure fear.

Sin laughed. "Appears I was wrong. He wasn't too drunk to be afraid of the dark. Perfect."

He flew across the graveyard, giving chase. Lethal strong legs made it appear he was flying as an non-human speed made the world around him a blur. He had little concern for the obstacle course that was the dead humans' pathetic little shrines. He jumped over them or simple plowed through them, leaving destruction in his wake. Sin hunted his prey with ease, staying slow enough to not catch him, but fast enough to make him panic. It was such a sweet dance that made his heart pound. It had been so long since he had been allowed to hunt.

The man dived into a mausoleum, closing the door with shaking muscles. He was obviously fatigued. His terrified heart and overworked lungs practically sang at Sin to put them out of their misery. The intoxicating reek of sweat permeated the air. Bryn didn't know what he was missing.

The air had become still. All living creatures and even the spirits withdrawing from the beast. He frightened all that laid eyes on him. His body and power screamed run, run from the monster. He bathed in it. Yes, they should avoid him. Too bad for the man, there was no where he could run that he couldn't find and tear him apart.

Sin stalked forward, his normal soft steps landing in devasting thuds.

Fear him.

Fear him.

Each heavy step emphasized his point. He wanted the man to know he was coming. A couple seconds later he was rewarded for his dramatic approach. The scent of pee and wet cement drifted through the air. Now, now he would finish him.

The air in the night was sucked in, waiting.

As he was about to tear the door off the massive grave, it was blown outward and smacked into him. He was sent tumbling through the dirt for the second time that night. Black eyes burned with the lights of hell.

"Cy."

A tall figure walked out, dusting crumbs of cement off his tailored vest. He was well dressed and mirrored the man on the ground growling up at him, save for the tail twitching behind him and missing extruding bones. Within one of his fist was clenched the hair of the man Sin had been stalking. He drug the unconscious weight behind him as he walked down the steps. Uncaring of any damage that may be caused by the movement.

"You stole my prize." Sin hissed.

"It's not yours if you hadn't caught it yet." Bryn sulked through the graves, weaving his way as not to touch any of them. "Besides, why would you want one so tainted?"

"It's none of your business. The point is he was mine! I claimed him." He took a threatening step towards Cy.

A soft voice drifted through, bringing with it the sound of life. Crickets and owls refilled the vacuum created. "The rule was no hunting."

"It's not hunting when they stumble in here. Idiot deserves to die." Sin grumbled, his head hanging low and all his bones retreating beneath the skin at the reprimand.

"You're the idiot." Cy dropped the man's body in a heap before prowling over. "You could have been caught."

A loud crack echoed throughout the area. Blood poured from Sin's now broken nose. Sin let it flow, glowering at Cy. "Just cause you are the oldest doesn't mean you know best."

"He has a point, besides older is relative in our case. What's a couple minutes in the grand scheme of all of Earth's history?" Bryn went to lean against a headstone, his eyes judging despite not being able to see the actual confrontation.

Cy drew his full height, attempting to cow his brothers into submission. "Shall I remind you then why I'm the alpha?"

"Please don't, we've wasted enough time in this place." A wisp of a girl floated forward to crouch by the man.

Her fingers fluttered, pulling at something unseen. "He's still alive. The problem is between the destruction and what he's seen some investigation is going to happen." She strummed some more at the air. "Too bad, he's not a bad man, just someone fallen on tough times."

The wind picked up, pure white hair was snatched out from her hood and danced in the wind. She turned toward them, the dark revealing her true face. A skull grinned at them from below her eyes down.

"So, what shall we do?" Cy walked back toward her, a protectiveness obvious in his stance.

"Kill him." The girl pulled out a large scissors from her hoodie pocket and with a snip through the air, the life drained out of the man.