Angelous & Daemon

It was to be expected. Eventually, he was always found. Shared blood had a magnetic way of snapping them back together. Throughout time, no matter the place, Daemon always followed that pull back to him.

Angelous smiled and in his pure voice called out, "You have found me again, Brother. Are we to continue our macabre game?"

There was a hiss outside the door, as Daemon's famous temper erupted. "Do not call me Brother, you who is so weak and runs from the fight!"

"Ah, but I am running towards the light, Daemon. I have no wish to be mired down in hate," Angelous called, stepping towards the open window. "Should we not embrace the bond we were born with and end this senseless opposition?"

The door flew open. Daemon busted in, glorious in his wrath, to confront his brother. Spotting Angelous by the window, he was at first taken aback. But then, his brother's beauty always did that to him.

The billowing white curtain caressed Angelous' radiant face and shock of white hair. He stepped on the windowsill, the sun shooting reflected light off of his sparkling skin. He laughingly spread his arms, as if to offer a reconciliatory embrace. His blue eyes beckoned Daemon to join him. Their depths promised an incomprehensible bliss, as they flicked towards the sky.

"No, don't!" Daemon shouted. His eyes flickered with the flame of hatred that continuously consumed him. His muscled beauty was a dark replica of Angelous'. Their mother used to call them her night and day. She would be so upset that her boys had chosen warring paths. Mother...

Shaking off a millenia of nostalgia, Daemon lunged for his twin.

Angelous crouched and with a massive heave, leapt into the air.

Daemon made it to the window in time to see his Brother's massive wings unfurl. As a million pinpoints of light raced and reflected off of nearby buildings, Angelous took flight.

Daemon's forked tongue flicked and caught a lazily floating feather. Eyes narrowed and aflame, he considered the next step of this war. He inhaled the uniquely fragrant odor of Angelous' repugnant goodness. He felt the pull of shared blood and hissed, "I will find you again, Brother. I always do."