By Fang Wolfsbane
Barely separated for more than a minute unless one of them were in the bathroom or around the corner of a room, Ares was barely used to a second without his twin by his side.
As the only heirs of the Sanguinem family, the twins had practically been bound together by birth. Granted, they each had their own room in their familial mansion, even had their own nurseries after their birth, but for some reason being apart from each other for even a second set either of them on edge faster than a human on cocaine. Or whatever drug they chose to pollute their systems with.
Their parents had never really understood the twins' need to eep each other physically locked in their sights, especially since most demonic sets own twins couldn't wait to tear each other's throats out whenever the opportunity presented itself. The famous Sparda twins were prime examples of that bloodlust.
Neither of them understood it either. To them, being close to each other meant everything. The very difference between life and death, so to speak. A ridiculous notion, but one they relied on. One they had survived on.
Now, as he stood in the hallway of Devil May Cry, Ares stared out through the window at a sight that terrified him to his very core. Standing below in the street stood his sister, smiling, laughing as she stood beside the human they were told was affectionately named Nico.
They hadn't ever had anything close to what they could label as friends, and yet there she was, laughing as if the human woman was a scarecrow demon being gutted bit by bit with a sewing needle.
W ith an unsettling feeling rising in his chest, Ares cleared his throat as he tried to hold the emotion back. How wasn't she noticing his presence? His eyes locked on her and her alone? For a minute he continued staring. When she didn't look to him, he turned and headed back to their shared room.
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