"So you're telling me, that this idiot saved me?" Asthe asked, pointing a fork in Nightroad's direction.
"I'm not an idiot," Nightroad protested, and at the same time Nightlord said, "yup. Don't worry, I feel bad too, since I got saved by an old man."
"Old man? He's younger then me," Asthe said, confused. She shook her head as she took a sip of 'life water.'
"For a priest he sure tells a lot of lies," Nightlord tried explaining.
"That's against the ten commandments! I can't lie," Nightroad shouted, as if the mere thought of lying was horrible.
When was this flight to the vatican ever going to end? Abel Nightroad, looked away from the duchess and continued stuffing his face. One minute he didn't want to go to the vatican and the next he couldn't wait. Nightroad forced himself not to glare at the silver head devil, otherwise known as his younger version. There was just no way, he could have ever been that bad…
When was this ship going to land?
"I- y-you actually read the bible?" Nightlord sputtered. "What the heck were you thinking?"
"I was thinking about how wonderful, God has been to me," Nightroad said.
"Are you serious? Do you know what the church would do to someone like us? Or have you forgotten? They would rather exterminate us, then acknowledge our existence."
"They've forgotten everything concerning how the world used to be, before even forgot about the Nightlords, until you decided to time travel," Nightroad sighed. "Now, Esther and Leon, know about the Nightlords."
"Why does it seem like you two are talking about something, only the two of you understand?" questioned Asthe.
"Did it really seem that way? I'm just stating facts that the professor drilled into my head," Abel laughed and rubbed the back of his head. He hoped Asthe wouldn't catch onto the fact, he was lying through his teeth.
"Why don't I believe you?" Asthe asked.
"Because he's an idiot."
"Am not!"
Are too!"
"You two seem like brothers," Asthe commented.
"Like I would want to be related to a kid/ geezer like him!" the two Abels yelled at the same time. As the last word slipped out of their mouth they turned to each other and started a glaring contest.
"You sure act like it," Asthe said. She was only adding fuel to the fire. "You guys even eat the same amount," she added and eyed their plate as if to make her point. Okay, Nightlord was eating less then Nightroad, but it was still a lot for the average person. "Even your hair and eye color is the same. I bet you two could pass as twin if-"
"You are not cutting my hair," Nightroad grumbled.
"Why? Want to look as feminine as possible?" Nightlord teased.
"If you weren't-"
"Okay, enough you two," Seth broke in. Stopping Nightroad from saying something he probably would have regretted.
"But he started it!" they yelled in unison.
"Don't talk to the empress like that!" Asthe scolded and kicked Nightroad from under the table.
"Ouch, would you please stop hitting me all the time?" Nightroad asked. "He said it too you know."
"First off that was a kick, secondly he's the emperor… or will be," Asthe responded, matter of factly. "You can't expect me to scold him."
"But I didn't even do anything," Nightroad whined. "Seth said I was one of her friends, not one of her people-"
"You're acting awfully familiar with her, for someone who lost their memory," Asthe stated.
Nightroad began sputtering nonsense, as he tried to get some intelligent words out, but found that he couldn't without reveling that Seth was his sister. "Well, we did talk while we were looking for you two," Abel managed to spit out. He shot a quick glare at Nightlord, telling him, silently, to stop his snickering.
"Sure Tovarish, I'll give you that one," Asthe said, but she still had a disbelieving look on her face. "By the way," she turned to Nightlord. "Why is it, that after all this time you're finally smiling, but it's only when this idiot is getting scolded?"
"No reason," Nightlord shrugged. His smile vanished, to be replaced by a look of boredom.
"And here I thought we had finally gotten you to loosen up a bit," Asthe sighed. "Smiling suits you. Just as long as you don't smile like that idiot. If you did that, I don't think I would be able to tell the difference between you two."
"Good luck with that. It'll take about another 9 centuries for him to shape up," Nightroad said in a joking tone. Glad that the conversation had shifted to a different topic… or so he thought. "Ouch!" Abel yelped.
"Don't think I've forgotten about you," Asthe threatened. She kicked him under the table again, to get her point across.
"Asthe, why are you picking on me? I'm just a simple priest, trying to enjoy the last days of my vacation before I return to my boss," Abel pouted, sticking out his bottom lip, and giving her what he hoped was a 'puppy look.'
"Simple priest, as if. Last time I checked priest don't see invisible wires that not even vampires could see," Asthe barked.
"They also don't pull pranks on other priests," Esther added from where she sat with the kids. There goes hoping she had forgotten about that… Leon, was going to kill him!
"I have no clue what you're talking about," Nightroad frowned.
"Regular priests-"
"Abel Nightlord!" Seth yelled, causing both Abel's to look in her direction. She gave Nightlord a silent warning.
"Fine, fine," Nightlord sighed, giving in. He rolled his eyes, and picked up his plates. Taking them into the small kitchen. 'Regular priests aren't blood sucking crusniks,' he thought to himself.
"Brat," Abel muttered before following after him.
"I swear… those two are just to much," Seth shook her head. "My dearest brother wouldn't be eating so much if he just listened to me and drank some blood. Father Nightroad, could have-"
"I could what?" Nightroad asked. Choosing then to reappear.
"Oh nothing. I was just thinking you could see a doctor for your strange eating habits," Seth said with a slight chuckle.
"He needs a lot more then just an eating expert. He needs to see a psychiatrist," Nightlord said, all so bluntly.
"And you need to go see a counselor. If you like, I could set up an appointment with the professor, or perhaps Caterina…" Abel wondered out loud. "Hmm, actually I think Caterina would be a much better choice, since she doesn't stray to far from the topic, unlike how William starts talking about his latest experiments…"
"No thanks old man. As much as I would enjoy having a cup of tea with the rest of you geezers, the answer is, no."
"You do know that you're ten years older then me, right?"
Nightlord snorted in response, as he shot Nightroad a few dirty looks. The girls in the room watched as the two Abels had a starring contest.
"I knew it was to much to hope for, that these two would get along well…" Seth sighed. "Actually I hoped they would get along like brothers… they seem to have the arguing part down, but aren't brothers also supposed to love each other?"
"I don't want him as a brother!" Nightroad yelled, and at the same time Nightlord said, "I have one to many." Then together they said, "I don't think I could live with another look alike."