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She had become bored, ever since she took up the job of being a Reaper she found her life to be dull. Same thing over and over... dress code, strict rules, not being allowed to shed blood... she grew tired of it. She sat perched on one of the buildings, leaning against her scythe and yawning. Camilla had considered looking for her siblings, but after that night involving Rosaline and Azazel she couldn't find the heart to show herself to them. Her half brother despised what she had become, and her sister well-- she took to hiding herself in the theater watching the same plays and operas over and over. Her other two half-sisters were nowhere to be seen, but she had an idea as to where they were.
Her whole family was like this, dysfunctional...
Camilla wanted to change this, and change this boring life of hers. Her impulses for wanting blood-shed were almost overwhelming her now, she had killed before. Often, and she had yet to get in trouble with her superiors. She was almost like her 'mother' in that sense actually. The difference with her was that she kept some of the souls to herself, not to eat them... that was beneath her. She merely collected them, loving the way the souls danced around her before being sucked into the pendant she wore around her neck.
Watching the ground below her was becoming dull, where was everyone? Usually the streets were teeming with night life by now. Namely prostitutes and the men who were taking them home or to some dark corner of the city. Those women of ill repute had become some of her favorite people to kill, but she wanted to move away from that. She wanted to go after more well known folks of this city, cause a rise from the townsfolk while she hid in the shadows unknown to them.
Finally she saw some movement below her, a woman wandering at night with a bright crimson umbrella her hair and dress soaked from the rain. She licked her lips and jumped down behind her, looking her up and down-- thinking of all the ways to draw blood from her frail frame. Although... something seemed so familiar about her. Quickly the woman turned her head and stared right at her with large eyes and a sharp smile.
It was Rosaline, her estranged and demented sister. Camilla sighed, lowering her scythe in disappointment. The bigger question was... what was she doing out of her hovel?
"Evening Camilla, I wasn't expecting to see you out here~"
It was then that she noticed her sister had her Death Scythe disguised as the umbrella. Clever. Camilla looked at her own Scythe, a chainsaw reminiscent of her 'mother's'. Not so easily disguised like the giant pair of shears her sister concealed.