Chaotic siblings

      Since the day Asmodeus met Rose in the woods he couldn't forget her. This girl stole his heart and it was inavoidible. It's impossible not to love the one who makes you feel happy. Every two nights - and every night on weekends - the young count ran away into the forest, hoping to meet this beautiful girl once again. She was always there, waiting for him, smiling at him gently every time. Before the date hour Asmoday waited for his father, brother and servants to fall asleep, smoked a cigarette to relax(he couldn't afford going out for a date in a horrible mood) and then sneaked out of the house into the woods. And so it was happening for six years.       The tree under which they've met was Rose's favorite place long before they've known eachother. Asmodeus came just in time, she was waiting for him sitting on the grass. The girl immedietaly noticed him and smiled. "It took you a while today. Has something happened?" "Father made me work harder than usual," Asmodeus responded, hiding his antlers, "He still sees me as an underaged brat though it's been so many years already." "Your ears," Rose said quietly, pointing on her ear to hint the young man he accidentaly hid his ears again. "Dang it..," he said exhausted but smiling before returning his ears back. "How are things at home?" "Hanieraguel is moving to Canterlot. He convinced father that was "the matter of finances and economy", something about growing up. But we both know the real matter." "I hope Eris will grow up into a great woman." "So be it," Asmodeus grabbed Rose's hand gently, "But all you and I can do is just wait..." "I'm afraid we could use some help from some horrible accident," Rose sighed, ashamed of her own thoughts. "My angel..."       Unexpextedly for Rose, the count got up and, turning to her, got down on his knee. He smiled as her eyes sparkled in anticipation. "We've known eachother for a long time by now. I've never felt miserable when you are around. And even if I have to wait the whole eternity," Asmodeus lifted his closed hand to the level of his face, "I would like to share this wait with you."       Asmodeus opened his hand. On his palm was a small ring decorated with small diamond rose. Rose covered her lips with her hands trembling in exitement. "Rose. My angel," Asmodeus smiled happily at her, "Will you marry me?" "Yes," answered Rose happily with her voice trembling, "I will!" Rose squeezed Asmodeus' neck in a hug, overwhelmed with emotions. He just chuckled and put the ring on her finger. "I'll be there tomorrow. Do not worry, I've got it all prepared, tomorrow night is going to be the happiest night of your life." "I have no doubt about it," the girl rested her head on his chest, smiling. She started to sing quietly, "I will be there beside you through the lonely nights that fall." "So close your eyes," the young man sang along, stroking her hair, "remember my embrace..." "I will be there," they both sang in unison, "like freedom; I will find you through it all. This do I swear, I will be there..."

***

      By the morning our lovie dovies had to say goodbye to each other. No one wanted to leave, but otherwise both of them would have been in trouble. So, Asmodeus returned home and quietly made his way to his room. At the same moment, one of the maids who was responsible for waking up the masters knocked on the door. "Good morning, Jackdaw," Asmodeus replied to the knock in a mock sleepy tone. "You're up already, Master Asmodeus?" Jackda was surprised, - "Well, good morning to you." "Yes, I just woke up, I'm getting up." "All right, sir." From the sound of her footsteps, the Count figured that the maid had left. As soon as another door slammed, he breathed a sigh of relief and left his room. Just so you know, there was a room between the father's home office and the young man's room, where a variety of weapons were kept, from the simplest throwing knife to the most intricately crafted pistol. Whether it was a cold steel arm or a firearm, it didn't matter to this family. Asmodeus shared his father's love for such items, although it could never compare to his love for Rose. The morning went by as usual, nothing special was happening. In the afternoon, Asmodeus was training outside with a spear, his favorite type of cold-edged polearm. Practice was in full swing, when suddenly the voice of his father came from the house: "Asmodeus, come here this instant!'' "Here we go again..," Asmodeus sighed to himself, putting away the spear, and went to the house. "Yes, father?" the young man closed the door coming in. "I have a serious talk to have with you," the old count said, standing in front of him with his arms crossed. Behind him stood Hanieraguel, looking away with a guilty smile. Asmodeus immediately sensed something was amiss. "Hanieraguel has told me everything. How long have you been running off with this woman?" "What?" Asmodeus shuddered, "I don't understand..." "I'm sorry, br'er," Hanieraguel awkwardly poked his index fingers into each other, "I thought father would be happy that you found yourself someone special."

No... How did he know..?

"There's no need to apologize to your worthless brother, Raguel."

How dare he...

"Tell me how long you've been with her!"

TRAITOR!!!

"Father, that's not what you...," the young count tried to explain himself in a trembling voice. "Be honest to me for once! I understand this whole situation perfectly! How could you date in secret from me, let alone with some rootless, dubious girl named "Angel" Rose!" "Father, don't you dare talk about her like that! You don't even know her, she's the most delicate flower I've ever seen," Asmodeus pressed his hands to his heart with an effort. "Just look at that, more excuses! Doing the nasty on the side and trying to make himself out as an innocent. Go to your room. And your Rose, as soon as I find her, will go straight to Tartarus!" "You can't do that!" The young count's voice sounded rougher and more desperate, "She doesn't deserve this!" "She doesn't deserve to be a part of this family either," his father replied coldly. "Stop seeing everything I do as an error! I'm not a child anymore, and I certainly am not a problematic one!" "I said, go. To your damn. ROOM!"       The count slapped his youngest son on the cheek, and with such force that even Hanieraguel stopped smiling. Asmodeus' head turned ninety degrees to the right from the impact, an expression of shock froze on his face. There was a terrible silence. Finally, Asmodeus slowly turned his head to his father, frowning terribly and hissing: "As you wish," and then he quickly went upstairs and locked himself in.

Maybe... Asmodeus was right when he said those awful words about father when we were alone?

***

      The full moon was shining outside the window. The old count, with a stern expression, was just finishing signing some papers. As you might have guessed, it was an order to find Rose and send her to prison for literally nothing. Of course, the count himself would not admit that he had no reason to put the poor girl behind bars. He finished writing, put down his pen, and, exhaling, stood up from the desk. As he was about to walk towards the door, he heard a strange creaking sound. It was Asmodeus who came out of his room. His head was slightly tilted forward, and his hair fell over his face, covering his eyes. "What are you doing here?" His father asked in a stern tone. Asmodeus remained silent. "Go back to your room. Now." Asmodeus remained silent. "Do you hear me? What's wrong with you?" Asmodeus remained silent. "Do you have cotton in your ears? I told you to go back! You must obey my orders! Go to your room!" The Count waved his hand, pointing to the door behind his son, "Now!" But Asmodeus didn't move. He only made a low, growling sound. Two pairs of black wings slowly spread out on his back, and a scaly tail with spikes and webbing wagged from side to side at his feet. The young man's eyes glowed eerily in the dim light as he turned his angry gaze on his father. "No..." The old count suddenly realized what was happening. Asmodeus slowly approached him. "Don't you dare. Don't come any closer!" The old man backed away, pressing his back and hands against the desk. Asmodeus ignored his father and came closer, his claws extended.

NO!!!

Asmodeus didn't remember what happened next. It all happened too fast. His father's scream died as quickly as it had started. Young man was blinded by his rage and didn't notice anything around him. It wasn't until his anger subsided that he saw his father's limp, lifeless body, his face frozen in a look of horror. For a little less than a minute, Asmodeus stared at what he had done before removing his hands from the old man's constricted throat and leaving the home office. Now that the old count wasn't yelling at him, there was nothing stopping the young man from leaving the house through the main entrance.