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Out of the darkness, the shadows cast by the overhanging branches of the trees surrounding the small clearing, emerged a lithe figure. Silver knives shimmered between tapered fingers as the sunlight beat down against the polished metal, white teeth peeked past pink lips stretched into a wide, maddened grin, blonde hair waved over a pale face to shield icy blue eyes from the light as a manic laugh tore through still air, "Well, well. What have we got..." His voice trailed off suddenly, his eyes widening behind the mask of his hair, his breath catching in his throat, no.

"Senpai. What's wrong with your face?"

Fran was ignored as Belphegor became struck with a sudden recognition. The side of his mouth twitched as he stepped backward in shaky disbelief. His voice was strained as he spoke, "What is this?" This had to be a joke, an illusion, a nightmare. This was impossible. There was no way-

"Hi Bel." Her eye glittered dangerously as she spoke in a light, carefree voice, "Long time no see, hm?"

"It can't be."

Her lips curved upward into a bright grin reminiscent of the smile her brother seemed to perpetually wear, "Oh, but it is, love. Just look here." With that the teen lifted her shirt to expose her taut abdomen, marred by pale scars some deeper than others, "The scars you left me." She dropped her shirt, reaching upward to tug down the eye patch which covered her eye. A bead of sweat raised on Belphegor's skin as he watched her lift her bangs with one hand, prying her eye open with the other to reveal a dark hole, an empty socket.

The fallen prince's lips curved upward in a wry smile, "So it is you then...Ebony."

She chuckled at that, sliding her eye patch back into place, "In the flesh." She flashed a brilliant, toothy smile, "I am ever so pleased you remembered my name, Bel."

To this he scoffed, "Oh, but of course. How could I forget the name of the sister I killed."

With this revelation, Fran rose an eyebrow and blatantly appraised the female in front of him. She was lean, built with the same build as her brother, and the smile that she wore added to their familial resemblance, "She doesn't look very dead, senpai."

His observation earned him a quick knife to his shoulder, "Shut up, toad." Turning from the green haired male back to his sister, Belphegor's lips turned downward at the edges, "If you're alive then you should be queen, shouldn't you be? What the hell are you doing here?"

The teenager's jaw clenched reflexively, "Ruling the kingdom is someone else's job." She would go no further than that, she would not divert Belphegor's attention to their living sibling, not today. Right now it was her moment, he would focus on her because she was the one who was to take his life.

With a grunt of acknowledgement, Belphegor began to languidly spin a knife between his fingertips, "Why did you seek me out then?"

"To reunite with my long lost brother, of course! To find love and a home!" Her reply was sarcastic and at the cold look in her eyes Belphegor grinned.

"Do you know how many people I've killed, princess?"

"Do you know how many I've killed, prince?"

The blonde froze at this caustic remark, his smile falling suddenly, "...what?"

She gave a shrill laugh, "Oh, you haven't heard?" She spoke with the excitement of a child, her eye sparkling as she recounted the recent events, "I was shipped off, you see. I was too traumatized to continue living at home so I was sent to a foreign place, the kingdom of my husband to be. You remember how mother and father were with arranged marriages, anyway! I just...oh, I couldn't stand anyone in that place." She laughed again, shaking her head, "I tried to and I made it an impressive amount of time but still. It simply got to be too much and well, let's just say that, unlike you, I made no mistakes when I took the trash out."

The disbelief was evident in the way Belphegor's mouth dropped open with the end of her explanation, but this disbelief was short lived as he broke into an impossibly wide grin in the next moment. She had become a murderer, but more importantly she had become a copycat, an ungrateful one at that. She had copied his style then insulted it with her next breath and of this, Belphegor was not appreciative. With a laugh he threw the knife he had been toying with straight down toward her, laughing louder when it landed an inch away from her foot, "Let me correct that mistake then, yeah?"

Fran's eyes narrowed for a moment and he turned to the taller man slowly, "Senpai, I-"

"Quiet, toad."

As another flurry of knives barreled toward her, Ebony reached for her own supply of weapons, for the knapsack which hung over her shoulder but the movement caused a searing pain in her arm and when she looked back her eyes widened to see blood pooling from a clean cut in her forearm. She looked up, cursing as she takes note of the sun glimmering off the wires criss-crossing around her. They acted as razors, making it impossible for her to move. When she turned to glare at her brother she was only mildly surprised to see a white haired mink sitting comfortably upon his shoulders, aglow with red flames. She had learned about this from the short time she spent with Celeste, dying will flames and box weapons, "Fiamma Scarletta."

With those words the mink jumped from Belphegor's shoulder to light a circle of trees around her with a blindingly red flame. Ebony's hazel eye widened as she became suddenly aware of the dire situation she had gotten herself into, perhaps she had gotten in a bit over her head when she decided to chase after the Bloody Prince of the mafia world.

"Bye bii!" Belphegor sang as he offered his sister a small wave, ignoring the way her remaining eye stared deep into his as if to silently ask him to stop. But princes always finish what they start. He laughed loudly, sealing his box weapon and tucking it back into his jacket pocket, "C'mon Fran. Let's-" He cut himself off at the sudden presence behind him and the touch of cool metal against his heated skin, "What..."

Out of the corner of his eye he could see her smiling sweetly at him and he swallowed thickly when she dragged the smooth metal of the knife's side across his throat, "Oh, now I know you didn't think I would go down that easily." She giggled, pressing the blade back against his pulse, "I met someone...a woman and she was oh, so wonderfully informed on the mafia. She told me all she knew, Bel! And when she mentioned those deathperation flames, you bet I was eager to learn how to use them. Granted, I don't have any rings or box animals, but I didn't need any for what I did right now. That was, well, that was a simple illusion I mastered on my trip." She clicked her tongue mockingly, "You'd think someone with your intellect would have been able to see through that, but ah well. I guess you relied too much on me not knowing how to use my flame, on me not having two attributes."

Belphegor turned as best as he could to glare accusingly at Fran, the Varia's very own guardian of the Mist. In response, Fran merely shrugged, "I tried to tell you but you didn't want to listen. Not my fault."

The blonde sighed, his lips curving upwards slowly as he demanded, "When?"

"When you threw the first knife. The knapsack was what I left in my wake."

As she allowed a peal of bone chilling laughter to fall past her lips Belphegor shuddered. The pressure of the blade increased against his pale skin and he felt her lean down to whisper into his ear, "Game. Set. Match."

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