AN: First DMC fic ever. And forgive me for the short first few chapters, but I think we all know how most of the canon story goes... but given THIS ISN'T A CANON STORY. ITS CRACK. And cutesy for fun too... the first two chapters are soley made to build up HOW the twins become what... they become here. eheh. And of course, later to see who picks up the peices.
Takes place DURING DMC3. And I must bear warning, this fic is full of... crack. Anyway- please enjoy! And feel free to leave any comments/critique!
Prologue is very short... yes, its supposed to be forshadowing.. yeah. ;;
Prologue:
Thunder roared as the windows within the library cackled madly in vibrations to the malicious weather outside. The dark priest within paid it a careless glance before tending aside the teenager whom he had delt some 'partnership' with a few months back... a rather stiff, broody lad he was, skin paler than the moonlight alongside with... unusual white locks of hair. Not that he didn't seem to take good care of himself in any stretch, however, always wearing the finest silk of his fancied color and keeping his hair clean, cut, and well groomed- slicked back with a precise amount of gel to seem as if it were entirely natural. Still though, anyone slightly educated within the dark arts would know very well that his demeanor alone is far beyond human.
A blessing? No. A neucence. The priest paid a hesitant sigh as the boy flipped through some more of the ancient books... as strong and wise as this young man may have seemed, the priest had good plans in store for him that may even... take him by suprise.
Apperently, his feelings were shining through to his expression- for the hybrid beside him glared at him skeptically. The older man simply nodded his head at him- false reassurance that nothing was at all on his mind. The youth simply then turned his head back, tending once again to researching the final seal.
An inward smirk. Oh but how well he could lie without even saying a single word.
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