Rehab for SuperVillains (18+)
Chapter 219: Back to the present

Chapter 219: Back to the present

The air cracked, then shattered, a thunderous explosion splitting the midnight silence.

The matte-black car where Lila and Tila had sat moments ago detonated like a bomb, its frame splintering into countless shards of black shadow that sliced through the moonlight like razors, tearing into the pavement.

The blast hurled the twins towards opposite sides, their bodies twisting mid-air, landing in low, predatory crouches, already moving.

Their skin shimmered black, limbs dissolving and reforming as patches of living shadow, their forms fluid, lethal, their black gowns rippling like liquid night, their black eyes glinting with defiance.

Across the wreckage, the Reaper stood unmoved, a void against the flickering streetlights, her cloak billowing in the still air.

Her red eyes burned like twin coals, her grin—wide, unhinged, ravenous—baring a hunger that froze the blood.

Midnight had struck, the hour of monsters, of the lost, of death’s own children, and the Reaper was their harbinger, her presence a suffocating promise of annihilation.

This was the time when the shadows were at their strongest, in this ungodly hour.

Tila struck first, her body fracturing into tendrils of black, streaking across the pavement like a swarm of blades.

She attacked from three angles simultaneously—a slashing tendril at the Reaper’s knees, a whip-like strike at her ribs, and a phantom claw arcing from behind, each move a blur of shadow and fury, her black eyes locked on her target, her lean frame coiled with rage.

But the Reaper vanished, not teleported but dissolved, her form blinking out of existence, leaving only a curl of smoke in her wake.

"Behind!" Lila shouted, her voice sharp, already spiraling into a vortex of shadow, her curly black hair trailing like a comet, her limbs slicing the air with jagged tendrils of hardened dark, her black eyes scanning for the threat.

The twins moved in perfect sync, a mirrored dance of strikes and vanishing trails, diving into the shadows of crumbling buildings, flickering through oily puddles on the street, emerging with blades forged from solid shadow, their movements a relentless storm of precision and desperation.

But the Reaper was everywhere, a phantom woven from nightmare, toying with them like prey.

Her silhouette flickered across rooftops, slithered behind rusted dumpsters, rose from a manhole at their feet, her red eyes glinting with cruel delight.

Lila lunged, a shadow blade aimed at her chest, only for the Reaper to burst into mist, reforming a step away.

Tila countered, her claws slashing at her throat, but the blade carved through nothing but smoke, the Reaper’s laugh echoing, a chilling chorus that seemed to come from the shadows themselves.

"Is that all?" her voice taunted, splintering from every corner, dripping with scorn. "Haunter twins... terrors of the night... and this is your best?"

Tila snarled, her black eyes blazing, her body trembling with fury, her shadow form rippling like a storm about to break. "Shut up!"

The twins regrouped, back-to-back, their breaths ragged, wisps of shadow curling from their sweat-drenched bodies, their forms flickering, struggling to hold cohesion, their gowns tattered from the blast.

Lila’s black eyes scanned the jagged rooftops, her voice calm but edged with steel. "We can’t run. She’ll hunt us down."

"That is why we kill her," Tila growled, her claws sharpening, her resolve a fire in her chest, her black eyes fierce, unyielding. "Together."

And then.

They dissolved—not as bodies, but as pure shadow, their faces vanishing, skin melting to vapor, bones evaporating.

Two formless entities surged across the battlefield—Lila and Tila in their true forms, fast, unstable, unstoppable, their shadows weaving through the street like twin maelstroms, their gowns gone, their essence a raw, primal force of darkness.

The Reaper’s grin widened, her red eyes flaring, her ink-dark hair whipping in a windless night.

"Let’s turn the volume up, then."

She raised her hand, and her shadow swelled like a tidal wave, swallowing the moonlight, plunging the street into a void.

Her body twisted, elongated—her cloak billowing, horns curling from her brow, a scythe coalescing in her hands, forged from obsidian mist and the wails of the air itself.

Her silhouette grew monstrous, a true reaper, her scythe trailing lightless flames as she spun it once, the air shrieking in agony, her presence a chilling blend of death and command.

"Come," she purred, her voice a velvet blade, her red eyes daring them to defy her.

They collided, the impact a cataclysm that shook the street, shadows ripping through concrete, fire hydrants erupting in torrents, storefront windows shattering into glittering shards.

The twins darted in and out of her form, stabbing, slashing, their screams a primal roar, their shadow blades carving air and stone.

But the Reaper moved like death incarnate, her scythe a blur, parrying their strikes with impossible precision, her red eyes tracking every flicker, her grin unyielding, her cloak a dark whirlwind that seemed to bend reality itself.

Tila unleashed chains of shadow from above, black tendrils snaking to bind the Reaper’s limbs, her black eyes fierce, her form a ripple of raw power.

The Reaper shredded them with a flick of her scythe, the chains dissolving into smoke, her laugh a low, mocking taunt.

Lila blinked behind her, plunging an shadow blade into her back, her black eyes narrowed, her shadow form a blur of deadly intent—but the Reaper didn’t flinch.

She twisted unnaturally, her cloak swirling, catching Lila by the throat with a gloved hand, her grip crushing, and slammed her through a car windshield, glass exploding, the metal frame buckling under the force.

Tila screamed, her shadow form surging, claws slashing at the Reaper’s back, her black eyes wild with desperation, her essence trembling with rage.

But the Reaper spun, catching Tila’s wrist with bone-breaking strength, hurling her into the pavement, the concrete cratering under the impact, Tila’s form flickering, her shadow wavering, struggling to reform.

The shadows settled, the wind stilled, the street a wasteland of glass, twisted metal, and pooling oil.

Lila lay on her back, blood seeping from her shoulder, her black eyes wide with pain, her breath ragged, her gown torn, her body trembling.

Tila was half-kneeling, her form shuddering, her black eyes fierce but dimming, her shadow essence fraying, her gown shredded, her strength ebbing.

The Reaper loomed above them, her monstrous silhouette blotting out the stars, her scythe raised high, its edge gleaming with a hunger for blood, her red eyes glowing with sadistic glee, her cloak framing her like a dark deity.

"You tried," she whispered, her voice a chilling caress, her lips curling into a cruel smile. "And you made it fun."

She stepped forward, her boots crunching on shattered glass, her scythe lowering over Lila’s neck, the tip hovering inches from her skin, a heartbeat from slicing through flesh.

Lila’s breath hitched, her black eyes locked on the blade, her body frozen, her chest heaving, her pulse a frantic drumbeat.

Tila’s voice shattered the silence, a raw, desperate scream tearing from her throat.

"No—NO—SIS!!"

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