Lilith and Death

"Of course!" Sawyer responded eagerly. The sparkle in his eyes, which had ignited when he began speaking with Vail about bikes, had only grown brighter. His enthusiasm was palpable, and Vail couldn't help but smile at the younger boy's excitement.

Vail escorted him to the bike closest to the bar. There, gleaming under the dim lights, was a RSM 998cc, a pure masterpiece of speed and style. The bike's presence was almost otherworldly, commanding attention with its sleek design. Its fairings were wrapped in a crystal red finish, shimmering like molten lava, while the rims bore the same dazzling hue.

Sawyer's jaw dropped as he took in the sight. "Wow… it's incredible," he breathed, circling the bike to admire it from every perspective. "The craftsmanship, the design… everything about it is just perfect."

Vail chuckled, clearly pleased with the reaction. "She's a beauty, isn't she? The RSM 998cc is a beast on the road. Smooth handling, impeccable speed, and the acceleration is just mind-blowing. It's like riding a lightning bolt."

Sawyer nodded, his eyes wide with admiration. "I can only imagine. The way the red wrap catches the light, it's like the bike is alive."

Vail leaned against his bike, folding his arms as he watched Sawyer. "I've had her for a few years now. We've been through a lot together. Every scratch, every dent has a story, but I keep her in top shape. Riding her is an experience like no other."

Sawyer ran his fingers lightly over the bike's fairing, feeling the smooth surface under his touch. "It's amazing. I hope to have a bike like this one day.

At its front, dual headlights sat like the eyes of a predator, both illuminating with an electrifying intensity when the high beams were on, enhancing the aggressive look of the beast. The back was notably missing a license plate, a common trait among the bikes at the bar,

Bold red letters across the rear read "Devil's Shadow." On the right side of the fairing, the sleek letters "RSM" proudly proclaimed its prestigious brand.

"This thing is a beauty and a beast!" Sawyer conveyed ecstatically to Vail, unable to hide his admiration. "What's her name?" he asked, already assuming its gender, as most male riders tended to personify their sport bikes as female.

Vail's smile widened at the compliment. "Her name is Lilith," he said, his tone filled with a mixture of pride and reverence.

"One of the most expensive bikes in the RSM line, you must be pretty proud," Sawyer said, his voice tinged with awe as he slowly backed away from Lilith, heading back to Vail's side.

Vail watched Sawyer's retreating steps with a knowing smile, sensing the younger rider's admiration. "Just one of the perks of being the boss of this… group," he said, his tone hesitating on the final word as if searching for a more fitting description.

Sawyer caught the slight pause and looked up at Vail, curiosity piqued. "Group? Is that what you call it?" he asked.

Vail chuckled softly, his eyes glinting with a mixture of pride and secrecy. "Well, we're more than just a group. We're a brotherhood. Every member here has earned their place through loyalty and skill. We ride together, look out for each other, and share a bond that goes beyond just biking.

"…Do you know what else we do?" Vail asked, his voice tinged with a nervous hesitation as he regarded Sawyer, whose innocent demeanor contrasted sharply with the rough, seasoned bikers around him.

Before Sawyer could answer, the roar of engines filled the air, drawing their attention. Three super sport bikes, their sleek frames gleaming under the dim lights, pulled up in perfect formation. Each bike carried a rider clad in black leathers, helmets concealing their identities. The newcomers parked their bikes with practiced ease and dismounted almost in unison, exuding an aura of confidence and purpose.

The leader of their group seemed to be the one in the only colored helmet which had a crimson stripe on his helmet.

The atmosphere in the pub shifted abruptly as the three bikers entered, their presence imposing and their intentions unclear. Vail and Sawyer exchanged a tense glance, sensing the brewing storm.

Within moments, chaos erupted. The air crackled with tension as the bikers made their intentions clear, their aggression palpable.

"If you're going to come here to start something, you better bring the whole crew next time!" Shouted a member of Vail's group.

Without warning, one of them drew a gun from his waistband, the metallic glint catching the dim light of the pub. In a blur of motion, he unleashed a barrage of gunfire, the deafening shots shattering the relative peace of the moment.