Fingers glided over the dust covered keys of the piano, dragging four thin lines of clean, exposed ivory in their wake. The piano itself was old, but far from rotting away. Years of being left untouched and locked up in the old building had kept it preserved, only dust and cobwebs settling in place of the oils left by the human hand and the decay of used air. The piece of artwork stood at the center of the room, atop a grand stand of gold inlaid into marble of the most brilliant whites. The piano's wood was a dark wood, most likely a stained cherry or oak, darkened from years of neglect.
A shadow danced across the dully shined surface of the instrument, his image reflected ever so slightly in the wood surface. His blond hair, falling over one dark brown eye, was accented by the black hair that fell around and behind his ears. His nose and mouth were covered by a rather large, metal and leather muzzle, looking like it had been made for the sole purpose of protecting those from the wearer. He was tall, most likely around 5'8”-5'9”, and his clothing looked Gothic, worn, and almost foreign for the area he was in. Faded black jeans with patches where the fabric was nearly worn through, hung o his hips, and the pant legs covered dust coated gunner's boots, the leather cracked and more like velvet than the previous, brand new hide they had long ago been. A black tank top wrapped around the well toned torso of the being, his bare arms shown to the world with the designs of tattoos and riddled with scars both old and new.
He withdrew his hand and let his coffee colored gaze dance over the single lone object in the room. It was silent, the walls being the only witness to the solitary visitor as the figure slowly walked around the piano, his footsteps never making a sound save for a small, almost inaudible, thud.
The door, a heavy piece of ancient oak, slowly moved from its resting place for the second time in years as a second being entered the room. Auburn hair fell into his nearly black eyes as he tilted his head, observing the first figure. With a small sigh, he pulled his black trench coat tighter to his lithe frame and made his way over to the other, gliding across the black marble flooring over to the large, white slab where the piano sat.
“Death...” The newcomer's voice sounded, softly bouncing off the walls and sounding almost feminine in its making. The first stopped, his hands hovering over the ivory keys of the piano. Seeing he had the other's attention, the second took a few hesitant steps closer, slowly raking his gaze over the other as he studied the man's stance and facial features. “You showed up... why?”
It was silent for a bit before the Death, the first being, replied, never moving from the position he was frozen in.
“I thought the council called on my presence...” he responded, his voice a deep, yet soft growl. The second blinked and lifted their chin slightly, studying the other in restrained curiosity.
“That they did...” the second spoke, taking another step towards Death. “But... why listen?”
“The council requests my presence I obey...” Death replied, his fingers dropping down and striking out a chord. The second flinched slightly at the sudden sound, but remained calm and relatively still. “The real question, Morgan... is what is a vampire such as yourself... doing in a Necromancer's hall?” Death's voice sounded out, over the quiet, soft notes of the piano as his fingers coaxed a melody from the keys.
Morgan's gaze flicked over Death once more before sighing. “Come now, Luka... you know I can't sit by and watch my own brother be murdered by the council he once served... not with out trying to stop it...” Morgan whispered, using Death's real name. Luka stopped playing and quickly turned to look at his slightly younger twin.
“How did..?”
“I've been watching over you for a long time, now brother...” Morgan whispered, frowning worriedly. “Believe me... the world needs you more than you think.”
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