The Reaper
Part One
In an old village in the middle of Eastern Europe, there is a legend of an evil spirit known only as The Reaper. This spectre is said to carry a massive scythe, and return to the village every few centuries to terrorize the innocent and harvest their souls. Now disappearances are taking place, and it is feared the dreaded Reaper has returned. This news reaches two brothers, Dante and Vergil, aficionados of the supernatural. They travel to the village to investigate the dilemma.
As Dante and Vergil walked through the streets, they felt the chill of winter, which would not be long in coming. The village was made up of old, dilapidated houses, and a fog spread across the ground. The locals gave the brothers odd and sometimes frightened stares.
"Looks like we're the centre of attention," Dante noticed. "I always have that effect when I make an entrance. They must not be used to strangers."
"Or, perhaps they're not used to strangers packing swords and handguns", Vergil observed, with a trace of sarcasm. Dante smiled.
"You got a point there". For Dante and Vergil each carried a sword with them, Vergil a Yamato and Dante the sword known as Rebellion. Both had belonged to their father, before his disappearance long ago. Dante also carried two handguns. Ebony and Ivory, his own creations which had yet to be tested fully.
"You know brother, you had better have dragged me to God knows where for a reason" said Vergil. "Let's ask around for where this "apparition" is supposed to be found."
"And a place to crash too" Dante replied. Vergil walked up to a hunched over man and asked for assistance. The man did not seem to understand, but when the word 'Reaper' was spoken the man's eyes went wide and he backed away fast, before running around a corner.
"Looks like you're not much of a people person bro" Dante laughed. As Vergil walked back with a scowl on his face, a woman walked over to meet them. She looked about fifty, and had a mouth full of yellow teeth.
"You search for Reaper?" she said with difficulty. Her accent was very rough.
"Um, yeah. We've come to save your village and wipe out whatever the hell it is that is terrorizing it" Dante said with an arrogant smile.
"For a price" Vergil pointed out. The woman raised a bony finger and pointed. The brothers followed her gaze to a cemetery, far down the road.
"Where else?" Dante laughed. He got out his handguns and held them out, arms crossed over. The woman flinched.
"Don't worry, Lady, we will be out of this place in ten minutes, tops."
And with that, the brothers headed for their destination, Vergil muttering "Poser" as they went.