Third encounter

She got there before he did. The aura of the horsemen weapon calling to her, already she knew it was not meant to be hers, but the weapon of her sister, the horsemen of Disease. Oh, she could use it, it had no preference which horseman took hold of it to use it in battle. . . the only thing was Liora could not use it to its full extent. She couldn't awaken the power that lay dormant beneath the cool metallic exterior.. .that power lay solely within her sister. 

The spear really was exquisite though. If she hadn't known who, or what it was crafted for, she was sure she would have guessed it forged in the heavens. 

The shaft was cool to the touch. Its dark crimson color shinning with the artificial lighting of the museum. The gold scripts that ran throughout it adding only to its beauty. 

She admired the weapon. . . if only it wasn't meant to be used for destruction of life. . .

"I'm glad you finally came." Shes said once she felt the soft, subtle breeze against her skin. She turned to meet the boy she'd been following. He was so. . . intriguing to her. The pull seemed stronger even that the weapon's call. 

"You are starting to irritate me. Did you not say you would not follow-" 

"I'm not following you." She smiled, as she walked towards him, her hands placed playfully behind her back as she stopped a mere 6 feet away from him and leaned in, "It seems that you are the one following me." 

Her laughter echoed off the walls of the empty building as she noticed his hands clench into fists. He was angry, which didn't frightener her surprisingly. In fact, quite the opposite, she found it adorable. 

"Tell you what, I'll make a deal with you, this time I give you my word as a wolf. We don't break those you know." She winked at him before making her way to the where the weapon rested. Her hand reached out, easily breaking through the glass of the case in which it was displayed. 

"I hereby swear, upon my honor as a wolf, to relinquish my curiosity for you and leave you alone. . . should you win in a battle against me. No strings, no if, ands, or buts. .  and no catches." She held the weapon at eye level as if studying it, her delicate hand stroked the tip of the spear gently. "What say you, Xelexis?" The spear twirled in her hands, humming with power as she wielded it and took her battle stance. "You up for it?" 

Chance

"Thank you." Liora smiled at the clerk and took the change. I'm almost done. She thought to herself... a day filled with shopping, just for her brother.  It was their birthday today, and really, she wanted to make it perfect for him, but when shopping for the horseman of death... well, it wasn't easy. God that sounded cheesey... yes he's the horseman but he's just your brother Liora. And didn't they want to be just that. But with the world constantly reminding them of who and what they were, it was hard to forget.
She shook the thoughts out of her head before turning down the street to head for a little shop she had found online. They supposedly sold "interesting" weapons. The weapons were rumored to have "special abilities" or "curses" in other words, a human had somehow gotten ahold of some demonic weapons. It was perfect for Reaper. If she got him a cool demonic scythe he would love it... after he was done killing her for the pun...
A shiver ran down her spine as she closed in to the shop. Something inside her screamed for her to turn back but Liora mearly brushed it aside as a silly reaction to the demon power radiating from the place. But once she entered she nearly cursed herself for dismissing her instincts. Blood covered the walls and ceiling. The floor littered with what she could sense as both demon and human bodies. Weapons were scattered around, many of them embedded within the fallen corpses. Her heart beat accelerated, a sense of panic settling in but just when she was about to bolt a shadow walked out from the carnage. It wore a mask of black. Intricate red lines laced from the helmet-like mask to its entire clothing.As he stepped further out into the light its physique betrayed its gender, male. Liora stammered back, attempting to find the entrance in which she came from but found it to be escaping her grasp.
"You son of a bitch! I should have you arrested for this!" Both their attentions were drawn to an older human male holding a sort of gun. Liora could sense the demonic aura radiating from its metal like shell. Clearly, the human did not know the extent of the guns power.
"Don't move." He pointed the gun to the masked man, his hand steady as his breath. She had to give him points for being able to stand so calmly in the face of his sure death. That... creature, was surely the one responsible for the murders and the fact that he had managed to take down several demons told her he was far from human. What are you looking for?
"I said don't move!" Liora found the gun pointed at her now, she hadn't realized until then that she had begun walking toward a glass case. Within it was the most enchanting sword she had ever seen. She didn't know why, but for whatever reason she was drawn to it. It was pitch black, with even darker streams running along its massive length. It pulsated with dark energy, almost alluring energy.
She heard him cock the gun, "Bitch, I said don't-" The silence that followed told her the assassin had finally become fed up with the humans useless threats and ended its life. Though, she found herself caring more about the sword than the mans life.
She opened the case, her hand so close to taking hold of its hilt when all of a sudden it vanished. She spun to the intruding male to find it in his hands.
"Give it to me." She could have cursed herself for being so quiet, but honestly, she didn't know why she wanted it or why she seemed to be willing to risk her life for it. And from the look of the assassin's work, that is just what she was to do if she wanted it back.