"Let us start with a brief lesson in history," the Wolf grinned and spread his arms wide while Damon involuntarily worked his jaw, the feeling of wrongness while he glared at 'Fenris' setting his nerves on the edge. He wasn't even sure why... but ever since he laid his eyes on the... God? Demigod?... well, whatever he was, he couldn't help the growing aggravation. Almost agression. Sure, the male did definitely seem far too cosy with Ares for his liking, but the hostility he felt for him seemed a tad... off. Noticing his glare Fenrir smirked, dropping his arms between his crossed legs. "I can't help it, by the way," he said in a somewhat softer note and Damon exchanged a confused look with his brother.
"What do you mean?" Raha finally asked, lacing his hands over his lap. His hair was loose and damp, suggesting he took shower before leaving the lair and overall... he looked better than when he arrived at their nook in the morning. "Can't help what?"
"The way your brother finds me... irritating," the Wolf tilted his head, narrowing his green eyes as he looked between them. "I suppose out of the two of you... Let me guess, he has a tendency to crave order and control?" He said toward Raha as if Damon wasn't there, and he barely bit back a growl, shifting on his knees uncomfortably. Fenrir looked at him and his smirk turned into a grin, pissing him off even more than was reasonable. "Hence, he's going to be more affected by my presance... as you can see," he waved his hand toward him nonchalantly.
"...explain?" His twin lowered his voice, looking between them with a frown.
"Let me put this way," the Wolf sighed as his cocky expression fell. "The wrongness you feel while looking at me... that pretty much all living beings share... is bound to the fact that all creation is something that has innate... order, yes? Voluntary or not, all conforms to certain rules. I do not," he shrugged somewhat helplessly. "I am chaos made flesh, and because of it all other... beings find me aggravating. The bigger your craving for... balance, let's say, the more... irritable you're going to be around me," he pointed toward him meaningfully and Damon scowled, shifting again to reflect his pose.
"That... must be lonely," his brother whispered and he looked toward him incredulously. Here he goes again, being all... empathetic and shit. Toward the fucking god - or whatever Fenrir was - of all things!
The Wolf looked toward his twin with surprise for a second then that fucking annoying, smug smirk bloomed on his face when he again spread his arms wide and wiggled his eyebrows playfully.
"Aww... you're feeling sorry for me, kitten?" He drawled and yet... there was something strangely defensive in his bright eyes. "Want to give me a hug...?" He choked on it when Damon's brother sighed with exaggerated resignation, shook his head... then moved in and did just that.
He felt his jaw drop and he nearly jumped, ready to grab Raha by the scoff of his neck and pull him back... but at the same time, he wasn't really surprised. And what stopped him from interfering was the way that defensive look turned to vulnerability when with distinctively hesitant look, awkwardly, Fenrir tapped his hand over his twin's back before Raha pulled back, frowning toward the Wolf's face and his shell-shocked gaze.
Damon almost felt sorry for Fenrir for a moment. Almost as much as he was tempted to snort at his expanse. That was a part of Raha's 'magic,' he knew. The way his compassionate nature made his twin empathize with others - especially when it came to loneliness. And a huge part of why he clung to him - because other people were rarely as keen as Raha to - with that uncanny bravery of his - offer comfort to those others regarded as... unapproachable.
His brother moved back to kneel among the tall grass without comment about this... stunt, again folding his hands together in his lap. Damon was even more tempted to snicker while the big, bad Wolf kept staring at him and seemed completely at loss of what to do or how to react.
"So... history lesson?" Raha suggested while tilting his head slightly, curiously, and Fenrir flinched, clearing his throat as he dropped his hands in his lap. And Damon relaxed more than a bit, shifting to lean against his brother's side - looking toward the ink-skinned god with more understanding. And internally relived because he would literally kill him if the Wolf dared to ridicule his twin's compassionate heart.
He might not share Raha's empathy, true, but he saw it as a strength not weakness as some tended to regard his brother's... quirks. And partially because of that he stopped himself from commenting on Fenrir's badly hidden uncertainty - or the new hint of warmth when his eyes focused on his twin's face.
"Ah... yeah..." he cleared his throat again then shook up and smirked. "...history," he spread his arms wide again... and his tattoos shifted, the lines of the Norse knots writhing for a moment on his vantablack skin before settling into forming Ouroboros - the mythical sign of eternity, the snake swallowing his tail - square in the middle of his chest. The inside of the picture it created dimmed, then swirled with something that looked very much like a black, roiling clouds under Damon's utterly baffled gaze. "The Chaos, that's what was the first thing in existence," Fenrir said in monotone, but he couldn't take his eyes off the image to look at his expression. "The raw energy, if you like, not a sentient being. And the very first to emerge from it was the merciful Mother Night, Nox - the first of Primodial Gods. Followed by Her husband, Erebus, the Primodial God of Darkness, together they gave life to other Primodial Gods - those who came to form reality. The world we live in is the order they carved out of the Chaos... and it was perfect - the universe - until the appearance of the worst kind of predator... The parasite devouring the creation around itself without a care for its host... The humanity," Fenrir's grin was unsettling when Damon's eyes darted up at that.
"Gee... thanks," Raha muttered with a scowl and something strange flitted through the Wolf's expression before he looked up toward the sky above them while the image on his chest changed, the white lines appeared inside the circle and formed small, human-looking forms. Surprisingly enough, the tiny 'humans' seemed represented in the pose reminiscent of one that suggested that they were praying toward the still-present roiling clouds. Damon narrowed his eyes at it, biting his lower lip while his mind kept arriving at a... surprising conclusion.
"Did it ever occurred to you that humans got it backwards?" Fenrir whispered still looking up and still in that monotonous tone. "They lay prises upon the gods for their creation... while it was them who created the gods instead. And if you assume so... where do you think the humanity truly comes from? What could possibly spawned them... the volatile, unpredictable humans?"
"...Chaos," he replied without a thought and blinked rapidly when Fenrir lowered his eyes and smiled almost... sadly, the covering him tattoos resettling into the Norse knots across his sides and running toward his back.
"Yes," the Wolf said, folding his hands together in between his crossed legs. "The humankind is beloved creation of Chaos. Their 'faith' is their call toward their... maker, over the eons calling forth countless gods. And because of their nature - ruled by the directives of the humanity's beliefs - the gods are ever bound to their worshippers offerings. Their ideas of what they should be: loving, merciless or spiteful."
"Seeing the chaos they - the humans - unleashed upon Her creation and children..." Fenrir continued after a moment in a softer tone. "...Nox, using Her very essence and alongside the every Primodial, woven the grand tapestry of fate, binding each and every being in creation into its thrall. The true, final equilibrium - to make it easier for you to understand, perhaps. The beginnings and the ends, good and evil, the rewards and the punishments... and, obviously, not all were pleased with awaiting them destiny. Some gods - while still bound by their creators beliefs - attempted to stand against Nox's desing," his expression darkened considerably and he looked toward the ground between them while his tail swiveled slowly behind him among the tall grass. "But they were helpless, involuntarily tightening Her tapestry around themselves instead... until they discovered that one creature retained its link to call upon the Chaos. And its power - by its very nature volatile, unpredictable - let the humanity and other of Chaos's creations kept their free will and by it, occasionally and without realizing... changed fate. Seeing in that their salvation, the gods took to breeding with humans... and that's where the first demigods came from. And as they did, so did came to be a new tapestry - theirs alone and ever-changing. And in that design millennia ago did Set, the God of Murder and Violence, saw his eternal end."
"...you lost me," Raha muttered with confusion and Damon blinked, shaking up as if woken out of a dream. He looked at his brother and they both frowned before staring at the Wolf when Fenrir smirked strangely. "...huh?"
"You must understand, Bastet's Twins," the male drawled, tilting his head slightly. "That to permanently kill a god that represents something as... basic to the human nature as violence and murder is nearly impossible. Now, with billions of humans spread across the Earth, even if you would tear his... or her... physical form to shreds, they would be reborn with the next violent act or slaughter. Seconds at most with how humans love to kill each other," he scoffed, as if speaking from experience. "You would have to completely eliminate those from human nature to achieve slaying a god like Set... Unless you found a loophole. A part beast, part god... part human loophole capable of doing something that neither of those parts - alone - could achieve. And when Bast set to unite Her beasts by sharing with them Her blood... that particular tapestry of fate changed, showing to all of Nox's court just such a loophole: the hybrid twins - human-born and raised - to unite Her creation with humanity and bring about Set's permament demise. And so as once Odin attempted to change his fate by chaining me down in Jotunheim so did Set began to scheme... plot to thwart unfavorable destiny... And perhaps he would have succeeded if not for Bastet's nature. Her gift - as by the grace of Her father, Ra, She is known as His All-Seeing Eye. Privy to visions of the past, present and the future, She hid Her children from Set in wait for the promised time when both Her beasts and the humanity would grow to be ready for Her design withing Nox's tapestry. In a wait for you," he raised his hands, pointing to each of them. "As you likely already know," he smirked when they nodded, if both white-faced like sheets. "And assuring that you're armed with all She could provide for your task, and with my father's blessing, I am to be your teacher, boys. You grew up among humans and are privy to how their 'faith' works. Bast assured me that she provided you with a teacher who taught you of the beast part of your nature... And while I'm officially meant to protect your lair as long as my pups stay here... I'll enjoy giving you a lessons in the god part of you... and in controlling Chaos. In harnessing your connection to it and to the Primordials Bast granted you... and all that for the puny price of making that motherfucker pay... permanently. Not a bad deal, hm?" He grinned wolfishly and they both leaned away, exchanging looks.
He saw the answer in his brother's crimson eyes before Raha's expression hardened as he turned back to the Wolf and grinned - if it was uncharacteristically sharp and bloodthirsty.
"I think I speak for us both when I say we'll be glad to learn... and provide what you require," his twin said and Damon scowled to hide a grin.
His brother was kind and compassionate, true. Empathetic and sympathetic. He didn't share Damon's thirst for order and control - that he also knew. But very few realized that despite their differences they shared one trait most fiercely: their innate craving for balance, if they didn't always agree how to achieve it.
He was glad - immensely - to see that for once they were on the same page. For that reason - and for the anguish he could feel radiating from his link to his lover's soul - he didn't even mind the irritating, smug grin on Fenrir's face at their answer. He only bit back a smirk seeing that that warmth in Fenrir's eyes when he looked at his brother grew, thinking that if they were alone he would love to tease his twin about getting the fucking God of Chaos smitten with him... if he did made a mental note to offer Ares a bet about what Senri was going to think of that development.
"We will start tomorrow, here," the Wolf stated, standing up and they followed, looking back toward the direction of the lair. "Now... you can show me around," Fenrir grinned slyly and without a hint of shame or hesitation moved forward, wrapping his hands around Raha's shoulders and meaningfully pushing his twin toward the lair. "...pretty please?" He purred when Raha blinked with surprise, but agreeably let himself be led toward the path, if lookingquite confused. Damon followed a tad behind... biting his lower lip to keep a snicker contained.
Of course his brother didn't realize... Well, if nothing else, it seemed that the next few days - and their lessons - might prove quite interesting for more than one reason.