Chaotic siblings

      It was a warm day of autumn. In a spacious area just a few meters from the Chaos family mansion, the Count watched the duel between his two sons. It was a training match; there was no malicious intent in the minds of the young viscounts. At least in the head of the elder one. Hanieraguel, who was the oldest child of the Count, the pride of this family, held a rapier in his hand and with a help of it he blocked spear attacks of his brother Asmodeus. You already know what this young man was like: he was tall, had grey skin and black waist length hair. His pointy "elf-like" ears were his distinguishing feature to otheres. "Asmoday!" The count shounted to his sons, making them stop, "Unbelieveable! I've told you so many times about your stance, why are you ignoring my advices again?" "But father, I didn't..," the young man tried to excuse himself. "No excuses! I can see from here you're holding your spear wrong way. Who even thrusts like that? Where did you learn to parry like this? You losel..," the Count von Chaos rubbed the bridge of his nose in disappointment, "Both of you, to the house." "Better luck next time, br'er," Hanieraguel patted his brother's shoulder smiling indulgently and went home. Asmodeus just snorted irritably in responce. What else you coukd expect from his brother who's his complete opposite.       Hanieraguel had short white slicked hair with two twisted strands hiding his ears, pure white skin and sky-blue eyes which looked like he was laughting at one from the inside. Oh, and his smile that looked more like pretty evil grin could trigger the mist calm person in the world. Asmodeus hardly tolerated his brother and his behavior he considered as pridefull.       Young men got into their house. The head of the family immediately started talking about the importance of mastering steel arms in their family and how disappointed he is in Asmodeus.       "This ancient art pass from generation to generation and you dare humiliating it like that?" "Father, I'm like the only one here who's studying our..." "Excuses again! You cannot even listen to the elders without misbehaving, Asmoday!" "But..." "Take after your brother. He's the pride of your family and you shall learn some manners from him." "Tell you what, br'er," Hanieraguel said jokingly, patting his brother's shoulder, "Next time just aim straight in my head." "Exactly! Good boy, Raguel," the Count complemented him, "Your brother will at least learn accuracy, so there is a greater chance that he will at least injure his opponent. And then if this opponent is not you."       Black haired viscount couldn't handle anymore critisism. He silently turned around and went upstairs to his room, following by his brother's smiling gaze.

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      It was almost midnight. All family members and all their servants were long asleep. All but Asmodeus. He was sitting at the roof edge of the mansion, holding a red-smoking sigarette in his hand. Night time was the only time of the day young man could be alone, take a break from his dad and brother, and just relax. "Psst. Pssst! Br'er!" a whisper was heard. Asmodeus looked behind him: Hanieraguel was climbing at the roof through his brother's bedroom window. Strangely enough, dark-haired man's reaction was calm. "How did you know I was here?" "As if I don't know my little brother," he answeres smiling and sat down next to him. Twisted strands of hair now turned into pair of twisted ram horns, "You're always out here at night." "You're just a year older, don't be so arrogant," - Asmodeus thought to himself, but outloud he said: "Huh. I thought I'm doing this quiet enough." "You surely do. Father would be proud of your talent." "If father knew," Admodeus frowned, sweepinh a fly away from his antlers, "He would not stop reminding me what a pathetic excuse of a son I am for the rest of my life." "Come on. I'm talking about your skills, not that horrible habbit of yours," white-head young man stared at the sigarette, "Where did you get these anyways?" "Do you remember some lord... no, king from Distant land payed us a visit month ago? His son Vorak gave me these as a gift. He said it'll help me control my urge to..."       Asmodeus went silent for a moment. "...nevermind. Not gonna hurt me anyway." "I'm pretty sure it's going to. Even if these are "magic'' sigarettes," Raguel gestured with quotation marks. "Why do you even care?" the young man raised the cigarette to his mouth. "You may think I'm just messing with you. But I care for you, I really do. I'm your older brother after all."       All this time on white-haired man's face was his common smirk-like smile. Black-haired man looked at him suspiciously. "Somethimes I doubt that you are the nineteen years old one." "I might be not. But it's time for us to go to sleep. We need to the Everfree forest edge tomorrow." "Fair enough. By the way," the young man put out his almost finished cigarette on the edge of the roof, "You promised me to introduce me to your daughter. Eris, if I'm not wrong?" "That's why we're leaving tomorrow," Hanieraguel winked, "She's turning one year old soon, so I hoped my dear brother could come and wish her Happy Birthday." "You're lucky I don't find idea of getting you busted nessecary."       Viscounts got off the roof throught the window, back to Deus' bedroom. Asmodeus, just like his brother with his horns, ran his hand over his antlers magicaly disguising them as strands of hair. Nobody would think this family could do such thing. Some things about these blue bloods truely should not be known by mere people. "I'll see you tomorrow, br'er?" "See you tomorrow," Asmodeus said calmly with a hint of coldness in his voice.       Hanieraguel was already leaving when he stopped at the door, turned to his brother and sair, smirking: "By the way, you hid your ears along with your antlers again," only then he left followed by his brother's exhausted "Dang it".