[There is an auxiliary chapter above this one, swipe down to view it, it contains vital informations]
A young man sat down on what looked like a squashy armchair inside a typical wooden house; it looked like those houses made in the nineties.
In his hand, which was balanced on the arm of the chair, was a shiny and long golden ancient cup.
His expression was unreadable, and his gaze was fixed somewhere on something with a quite great affinity.
An eerie music, more like a ballad, streamed through the house, and people danced to it, paired with their partners and loved ones precisely.
He took a slow and estranged sip from his cup, his eye not daring to leave its target.
He shifted into a more relaxed position, crossing his left leg on top of his right as a smouldered grin lit his face.
She had looked back; their eyes met in awry. It was as though there was something attuned to them both as they stared at each other.
She was at the far corner of the house, behind what looked like a counter, but it was a bar, and she was serving drinks to the party guests.
The grin on his face still lingered and was yet still unreadable, capturing the lady's attention to the fullest.
She looked back at him, trying very hard to melt down the flush that was now emanating on her face.
His gaze now made her uncomfortable. She now kept both hands on the counter that held cups, goblets, and drinks.
She wanted to make a signal, but then...
"…Miss, I'd like to use the door… I want to meet him, please," a man said, his eye fixed at the door that was adjacent to the lady.
"No, he is busy now, sir," she said,
throwing a quick glance at the other man. But now he'd stood up, his expression now rather cold.
He was a perfection, no errors whatsoever.
His suit, as black as darkness itself, was an overcoat which draped to his knees, sinlessly matching his black shiny shoes which reflected the yellow bulbs that lit the house.
A round-edged hat perched on his head, covering his jet black hair, his handsome face lined with a beard that ran through his smooth jawline.
he held a short golden staff that looked like the hilt of an ancient umbrella, curved and rich.
He had placed down his cup and had made a very old-fashioned expression.
He held the rounded edge of his hat with his left hand and made a slight bow at the lady.
"…Eh, no one is allowed to see him. Not now," the lady said to the man who had been waiting for a reply, as the man walked away slowly but very disappointed.
She quickly turned to resume her fantasy with this strange man but blimey!... he was gone, leaving her baffled. She scanned the whole house, but he was nowhere.
…
In another room, still in the wooden house, was a long sofa which was beside a fireplace.
The fireplace was a moulded gargoyle that nearly towered to the ceiling, its mouth wide opened and filled with firewood, and it contained the fire that glowed brightly.
The fire lit the room, with three other yellow old bulbs that lit the room.
Beside the sofa was a wooden table long enough to contain modern wine and modern glass cups that didn't match the setting of the house.
On the sofa sat a blonde-haired man, very handsome, though his beardless face made him look younger.
His physique was something else... well built and muscular, and it stood out bare to the eleven whores that were all around him, eight with him on the couch and the rest stood around.
The man only wore a loin short that hung on his waist, as he was playing with the naked, giggling ladies that were around him.
"…Oh, no need for that," the man suddenly said, startling the ladies with him.
Who the hell was he talking to? they wondered. One looked around, aghast, as she covered her breast with her hand.
"And no need for that as well," the man said, but this time to the girl. "You worried it might be your mama I'm talking to huh? That she is here and has maybe seen you?"
"Naaaaah," he added, as he lowered her hand from her breast it clutched. He held it, fumbling it amicably as she smiled shyly.
"Seriously… Oh, come on, what do you take me for?" the man said again, blatantly.
But this time, they all saw him.
His rounded edged hat on his head, with his golden and very short staff on his left hand, he adjusted his neat overcoat, as it was flaying behind him.
He smiled, but his sharp red eyes kind of grimaced as he spoke.
"Hello, brother."
The girls around were now scared, how he had got in, they had no clue.
The blonde-haired guy stared at him continuously, as though astounded as well.
"Don't worry, ladies," he said yet again. "I know how to make y'all feel better."
His eyes glowed for a short time, and the ladies became calm as if nothing troubled them.
"Well, who else would it be if not the devil himself, Lucivar?" the blonde said. "I told Anna not to let anyone in, and yet here you are."
Lucivar ignored what he said. He took short, ambling steps forward and said,
"So this is what the good Lord does with his free time, eh?"
"Oh, don't be ridiculous," his brother replied, spreading himself for the ladies as they caressed his body.
"Pardon me for thinking I was the evil one here," Lucivar said, his words painted with sarcasm and as cold and relaxed as the breeze.
"I thought that Elivar, the Lord of Light, was righteous and… well, ascetic."
"But here you are--indeed seeing Elivar, your brother, in the midst of whores, right? I decided to finish the statement for you," Elivar replied,
now stroking the buttocks of one of the girls as she was giggling.
"So, you come to kill me or judge me, brother?" he continued.
"We both know you've done worse."
"Speak for yourself, for what I do fits my personality… And oh, it will be thrilling and pleasurable to see the lights leave your azured eyes," Lucivar said, with a devilish grin on his face.
"Oh, like you did to our mother?" Elivar said, his face now stern and rigid, and his grip around the girl's ass tightened as she moaned, it gave her the thrills still.
"Are you trying to make me feel bad? Poor woman deserved what she got. Who'd rather be proud to give birth to the devil and be alive, eh?" Lucivar replied, not even a single care in his voice.
"Search him," Elivar said to one of his girls, as she stood up and walked with a slithering and seductive step towards him, naked and calm.
the two balls on her chest was a good sight to behold and they wiggled as she walked.
When she approached, she ran her hand across his chest, winking at him. Then, slowly, she searched him, making sure she caressed all his body.
And then finally, she slipped her hand under his trousers and held what was below there. Her hand doing a great job of searching or so she calls it.
"You wouldn't want that to rise, 'cause when it does, even the eleven of you wouldn't be enough to calm it," he said, as chilly as ever.
The girl calmly pulled out her hand and, nodding at Elivar, walked back to where she stood.
Elivar stood up and walked towards him. Eye to eye they stood. At that instant, the ladies noticed the resemblance, they were the same: everything, their body tone, height, stamina and posture.
Well, except the eyes… and then the beard.
"You evil... You killed Mum. I came out of her womb first and peacefully, only for you to rip her apart."
They were now standing very close, as they stared each other eye to eye, blood rising and tempers drifting, ready to devour each other- and...
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
They burst out laughing and, with a malevolent hug, embraced each other.
"How I've missed you, Lu," Elivar said.
"Hey, hey, that's enough of the hug, you are naked," Lucivar replied.
"Hold on, brother. A little longer," Elivar replied, tightening his grip.
"Hey, let go, buddy…" and then slowly they parted.
Elivar held him by the shoulder. "Man, you are just looking subtle as always, your swagger, your scent, your aura is very good."
"Well, you look ancient, brother, and you totally lack the training of how to be with whores," Lucivar said, as his normal evil smile lit his face, his voice sounding as prolific, a kind of slow, matured, and very good.
"Hm," Elivar sneered.
He spread his arms, as two girls put a white robe on him, and after that, he strode over and poured out two glasses of wine.
He gave one to his brother and said,
"Shall we discuss about the pact, then?"