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                Nero and Kyrie were trying their hardest not to stare at the wings that were jutting off Morrigan’s head. Kyrie was doing a pretty good job, having been used to people close to her having non-human aspects. Nero however caught himself staring at his mom’s wings several times “did those things just flap?” he thought to himself. A couple of well-timed jabs to the ribs from his loving girlfriend stopped him from gawking at Morrigan’s head wings.   “Are the wings bothering you, sweetheart?”   “Uh…Not at all mom!” “How about you Kyrie?” “Not really, I

Born one way, trying to be another. For him, not for you. Scared and fascinated to listen to our mother when she told us about this world; how man killed each other over petty things: darkened complexions, land, money, women, success. It made you wonder if he went through something similar, turning against his kin only to experience a discriminate fear from mortals. It made you hate them. Society's views are ignorant and cruel, justified in their vindictive actions and hypocritical in their resolutions; judging what can't be helped. Experimenting helped you realize you're not like the others. A brute in strength. A savage in speed. A beas

Chapter 4 ~ Here I go again: The next morning, Nero woke on the sofa to the left of Dante’s desk. His head hurt like hell & his breath smelt of stale pizza. He rose & yawned strongly before looking for Dante. His vision was blurred by the crusts on the inner sides of his eyes. “Dante? Where are you?” he groaned. “You’re finally awake!” Dante’s voice echoed from the bathroom up the stairs. He came out in with a towel wrapped around his waist, while rubbing his hair vigorously with a smaller towel. “Bathrooms free!” “Dante…Was I here all night?” “Of course! You feinte