An: This is about Rutile- the son of Endymion and Diamond and his rivalry with Quinzite (Chibiusa)

Dear Lucifer the King of Hell,

I'm writing to let you know that your daughter has escaped from hell and is currently masquerading as my sister, Quinzite. I know it's not a shock, but she's becoming increasingly unpleasant as the years pass and I believe she's taken over my poor father's mind. While it may be no concern to you, she's becoming annoyingly fixated on trying to become his heir.

Much to the horror of anyone in this castle.

I would suggest you retrieve your wayward child this instant before she causes real damage to the time-space thingy. Which only happens when she upsets Endura. I'm pretty sure you're familiar with her mother. I was told she once guarded something like a time gate down there.

If you do not want to take her back, -I don't blame you. I wouldn't want her either. What with her annoying laugh, screeching at anything that moves and not to mention that horrible perfume and make up job...-, then perhaps will you consider an adoption?

Yours truly,

Prince Rutile.

After looking it over, the white haired boy nods at his word choice and such. If there was a king of hell, surely he'd want his sister. His eyes closed as he remembered something particularly horrible that Quin had done to him.

It had been a normal day, he was working on his favorite book. It was his favorite ever since Geneva had read it to him. What made it more special was the one time that his father actually came to see him off to sleep and had read it to him.

He cherished it.

But then Quin came along, like she always did, showing off the new dress father had given her.

"Oh? What's that you're reading?" The evil pink haired girl had said to him and before he could reply she plucked his cherished book from his hands. "Oh how boring! There aren't even any pictures!" Those red eyes were made of pure evil when she narrows them to match her smile. "You won't be needing this. It's nothing but fairytales for little kids. And you're not a baby are you?"

"Give it back, Quin! It's mine!" The unfortunate thing about him was the fact he was still shorter then Quin. "You have no right!"

"I have no right?" She laughed at him and then, with out any prompting, she tore the pages of the book. "Look it's confetti! Dance Rutile!"

"No~!" He cries as tears... manly tears fell from his eyes. "Why would you do that?"

"Cause I can." She laughs and ran off somewhere.

She was evil, Rutile thought. Pure and unadulterated evil.

Though, he reflected looking at the paper and then glancing at the book beside him, father got him the entire series now. And she didn't get much this time when father chose to give gifts.

That made him a bit more happy than before. Still he considered on mailing this to Lucifer. If only he knew how.