Note: While this series will generally follow the continuity that exists within the movie - there are a few little tweaks here and there to the continuity of events

1: PARTY

It had been a long night. The vast expanse of Titus' ballroom was littered here and there with women, most of whom were asleep by now; all of them exerted from a combination of alcohol, dancing, and indiscriminate fucking. It was always indiscriminate, Titus thought to himself, stepping over a splice girl who lay passed out near one of the stone pillars. Some were splices, some entirely human, some came from respected houses (not that it was possible for them to be on his level, of course) and others were just…what? Servants, or something. Who cared? They were all the same to him.

"Where are you going, sweetie?" Titus flinched as he felt the touch of a woman's hand against his leg. He turned to see the splice girl gripping to him, her eyes rolling slightly and her lolling mouth attempting some sort of seductive, inebriated smirk. "You can't be going to bed already."

"Perhaps it would be best you did." Titus muttered, indifferently, breaking free from her grip and walking briskly out of the ball room.

Once he had reached his bedroom, Titus found himself gazing at his reflection in the mirror. His head hurt. How was it he was able to pass through centuries untarnished and still manage to acquire a hangover? He stared at himself - transfixed, paranoid, and afraid. Had he aged recently? Last week he could have sworn he did not look a day over twenty three. Maybe it was just the hangover. Maybe he should take a Regenex bath anyway.

Titus felt himself panic at the concept of having potentially aged. Unlike his brother and sister, he did not allow even a remote opportunity for his body to age past his twenties. He didn't want to know what he'd look like as a mortal, as Kalique claimed to be her reasoning behind allowing herself to age somewhat. It terrified him. Besides his wealth, Titus found his youthful appearance was all he had, it was the only reassuring truth left in his everlasting life. He needed it.

The party had gotten out of hand, as it usually did. Titus wouldn't have usually cared, and maybe he didn't that much still, but part of him found himself wincing as his head began to clear and he remembered the purpose of the gathering-turned-debauched-nightmare. It had been for his mother. This whole party had been to celebrate his mother's life, or so he'd told himself, six months on from her murder. Worse than that, Kalique and Balem had been there to witness it all. Where were they now? A Regenex bath would calm his nerves, Titus decided, finally.

Stripping off his attire (which after tonight, there was very little left of), he made his way to the bathing room of his clipper. Padding barefoot through the archway, Titus was met with the large marble tiled floor enclosing the Regenex pool, facing the wall to wall glass window that showcased the deep, purple depths of space. For a brief moment he felt relieved.

"Come to join me, brother?" Came the cool, confident tone of his sister as she emerged from the depth of the Regenex pool, her thick, dark locks and soft pale skin glimmering anew.

"Kalique…I didn't realise you were here…." Titus began, suddenly becoming very aware of his lack of clothing. He smiled.

"Oh don't be silly, Titus." Kalique laughed, playfully. "You act as if I've never seen it before."

"Well I'd rather you hadn't, sister." He smirked, attempting to mask the uncomfortableness.

"Oh, you sound like Balem." Kalique sighed, splashing some of the Regenex water at Titus, most of which missed, spilling across the marble tiles. "Are you joining me or not?"

Titus finally climbed into the pool, feeling the instant, tingling warmth of the Regenex as it rushed over his skin and rejuvenated his cells soothe him immensely. For a moment the pure bliss of the sensation was enough to make him forget entirely, how deeply miserable he had become.

"Do you ever think of those souls who gave their life so we could have this?" Kalique asked, airily. Her hands reached up, fingers parted, Regenex ran from them back into the pool. "I know, I know, I ask this all the time." She wasn't really concerned, of course. It was playful small talk.

"No." Titus said, pouring a handful of Regenex over his face. His face was most important of all. "Like our dear brother says, some lives will always matter more than others."

"And do you believe that, little brother?"

"Yes." Titus admitted, for he truly did. "Although I do hate to agree with Balem." He gazed out of the window briefly. The deep, murkiness of space was so daunting he felt a chill run down his spine at the sight of it.

"Oh, don't be so cruel to our dear brother." Kalique laughed, swimming slightly closer until she and Titus were mere inches apart. Her hands reached out to caress his cheek lightly. His skin felt smoother already. "You know- I think, you were always mother's favourite. " She paused, gazing back at her beautifully amoral sibling with intrigue. "Balem may be the richest, he may hold the most power, but mother…she saw his weakness. That's why she left him more. She knew he needed it. He's a broken soul, as you well know. His composure cannot last much longer. Even Regenex cannot correct our fractured sanity."

His sister's final sentence haunted him, terrified him, but Titus met his sister's gaze with a confident grin. For she was right, of course.

"I was really her favourite, you think?" He smirked.

"You were always my favourite too." Kalique purred.

She leaned in, so did he. Titus' lips met with her own.