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& Bianco was so reassuring that Guy actually believed it. That soon he'd be back at home, continuing to write his potential bestselling novel. Maybe he can write something inspired by these awful, awful events. It'll be a good way of coping with the tragedy that had transpired. Perhaps he'll find Champ again, and his ol' buddy can lay beside him as he wrote. Yes, the sunray hitting him from the cracked open window's light. Safety, tranquility, no more keeping a sidearm on him at all times.
He wanted to tell Bianco how desperately he's been clawing for the light. How he had been searching it for every human he came across, but all he found was putrefying hatred. How he only found light within divine beings.
But the divine beings were now arguing again. Why ? Were they not the same ? Why was it about him, about how he's being treated ? If they both cared about him, then what's with the disagreements ? Could one be dishonest ?
Bianco was right about everything. The Demon didn't view Guy as anything more than his toy, a source of entertainment. But The Demon couldn't understand why Bianco viewed them as nothing less. Clearly, Bianco was a superior being. Yet, still, he wished to treat humans like equals. It all smelt like bullshit to him. That was his problem with beings of light, they have this rubbish moral superiority to them.
❝ Guy is my dear friend. I'm the only one to offer him companionship when everyone else had given up on him. ❞ Still, he was going to spew lies until the very end. ❝ Isn't that right, Guy ? ❞
Despite being called out to, Guy didn't respond. He remained behind Bianco. That was his best friend, but his mind felt clear, yet murky at the same time. He was drowning in confusion, & wasn't sure what to think. He'd rather just wait, see what happens.
❝ & he told me his fears about the world being under attack. I simply looked around him, & agreed they weren't only fears. ❞ Was that technically a lie, or was it a nice way of saying he DID feed into the sick man's delusions ?
❝ I pushed Guy because I care about what happens to him. Do you sincerely believe you can solve everything without violence ? Have you not ever looked into history ? ❞
The Demon stepped back, & a large pair of wings manifested from his back. But they were not like Bianco's — they were hideous. The pair were bony, rotten in appearance. They had this rusty blood color to them. He blinked, when his eyes reopened, they shone a red so bright, it caused his sunglasses to glow the same hue.
❝ Are you satisfied now, Bianco ? ❞
It wasn't his true form, only part of it. The Demon was a deceitful being, he rarely gave honesty in its entirety. Guy peeked out from behind Bianco, taking a gander. Still, he's left without knowing what to believe. The DEMON's appearance wasn't nearly as comforting as Bianco's had been. But why would it be ? They've been slaughtering together. They were both bathed in gore.
Had the slaughter been in vain ? No, no. Those people really tried to kill him, right ? He had no other choice.
❝ We're alike, Bianco. But I fear we may be two separate branches. You're a healer, I'm a warrior. ❞
He didn't react to the demon revealing his wings. Bianco just smiled; he seemed almost fascinated by their appearance.
"Oh, such a narrow worldview. Or maybe you only see what you want to see. Maybe you don't understand how the world truly works," he stepped closer to the demon "Hear me, there is no light without shadow. The world needs to be balanced. Without the light, there is only darkness. Without darkness, the light is taken for granted, and joy becomes worthless. You don't seem to understand that."
And suddenly Bianco turned around, looking at Guy. So that was his name, 'Guy'.
"Guy, tell me, has he ever given you a choice? An alternative? Has he ever asked you what it is you wanted, needed?" Bianco cupped Guy's face with his hands, wiping the tears with his thumbs.
"He found you, afraid and alone, and at your lowest, when you needed comfort more than ever, he only gave you more fear. Friends don't do that."
He smiled, "A friend would lift you up and show you the beauty of the world. Close your eyes and hear the outside. The birds still chirp, the breeze weaves through the grass. Despite everything, flowers will still bloom. Do you understand? When the dust settles, people will mourn, laugh and cry, be reunited with their loved ones, and help rebuild."
"People can hate, but many more will always choose love. You can be a healer too. You can choose to be a healer and feel loved again."
How long had it been ? How long had it been since he's felt this kind of tranquility ? Surely, it had been years. Even when the first angel had descended to him, Guy felt some reassurance — but not like this, no. This didn't feel like dread, like fear for the future. This . . . this felt like hope.
Had he really been despairing all this time ? Guy had assured himself he wouldn't let that happen, yet it seemed he must've fallen down that pit of darkness.
The warmth felt so good, it brought on tears. He tried to stop himself, but he couldn't. They rolled past his sunglasses, against his cheek, & down his chin. While he was still worried about the fate of the world, the fate of his own life, all the people who have died — at the very moment, everything felt like it was going to be better.
❝ Thank you, ❞ Guy said, out loud, in a gasp. The Demon stood speechlessly, eyes wide as he observed Guy. Throughout the entire time they've known each other, Guy had never verbalized a single word. It was odd hearing his voice in reality, & concerning. Guy, continued, ❝ everyone's been trying to kill me for days now. They took away my dog, my house, they've been . . . ❞ He hiccupped, holding on tighter to Bianco, digging his face into his shoulder.
❝ They've been so cruel & sick . . . ❞
Nobody was trying to kill him. Nobody ever was. But it's what Guy was so convinced of, that everyone was out to get him. That everyone had been fallen ill & insane by some chemical warfare. The other angel, the first one, also convinced him of that.
But now . . . maybe he didn't have to worry anymore. This angel, Bianco, could be right — that the sun would still embrace him. That he could take a walk in the park, & hear the genuine laughter of people. No more hostile screaming, no more cries of the dying, no more gunshots. Maybe after all the bloodshed, this town would be worthy of the name Paradise.
Oh, how he wanted to be in Bianco's arms forever.
But Demon didn't want that. Even though he could fuck off now, go find another earth to wreak havoc upon. He refused to. No, no, no. Guy had been his favorite human. He had never killed so many with another before. Guy was his ultimate source of entertainment. He can't lose that just yet.
❝ Lord knows how exhausted I've been. Please we — ❞
Guy was cut off by Demon's sudden touch; clutching the backpack, slightly yanking on it. Oh, he hated the positive light that radiated from Bianco — how he wished he could rip the fucker's wings off. But regardless, he won't lose his grip nor his cool.
❝ We need to get going. Nothing's going to be fixed by standing around. ❞
It took a delayed second, but Guy turned his head to look at the Demon, the tears on his damp cheeks glistening. He didn't say anything to the Demon, unsure what to say in response. The Demon gave his backpack a supportive pat.
❝ I'm glad you're feeling better, sunshine, ❞ the Demon cooed so sickeningly sweet.
"No, they won't be hurting you anymore."
Just what did this demon tell that man?
There were a million ways to be cruel, and whatever this demon said to him, did to him, to make him think this way, that people were sick with an illness that made them hate... It broke Bianco's heart.
"There will always be hate, but there will always be love too," he explained "There's shadow, but that also means there's light. Always. You have to believe in that light and hold on to it, even when everything seems hopeless. Think back to when that fear started. Who told you to be afraid? Who took your light? Who told you to hurt others? Who took your voice?"
But before Bianco could continue, that demon spoke again. Bianco closed his eyes, taking a moment to ground himself, before he stretched one of his wings out, making a barrier between the demon and the man.
"He needs rest," Bianco spoke "can't you see how tired he is?"
"You act like you're his 'friend', his 'guardian', but all you do is order him around, like he's your pet. You don't treat him like a human at all."
Bianco let go of the man, putting himself between him and the demon. His stance was steadfast, his wings open, his gaze determined.
"Tell me, is he just a toy to you? Did you ever care about how much pain he was in? How scared he was? Or did you just feed his fear?"
He pointed his index finger at the demon, almost challenging him "show me who you are, truly are. I showed you my true self, now return the favor..."
"Unless you're afraid of losing your toy."
The biggest, almost goofy, ear - to - ear grin blossoms on Guy's face. He glanced over to Demon, excited. Demon's expression, on the other hand, was scowling. He dread to see where this was going; a potential end to his fun. Guy may realize that there was no illness, that this was all in his head, & that meant he'd realize the Demon had been toying with his psychosis.
No more crying & screaming, no more pain, no more suffering, no more explosions, no more destruction, no more death. That thought alone was making the Demon sicker.
But not Guy. He was exhausted. He hadn't properly slept in days. He was thrilled to hear that humanity may be saved, that the war would be over. That he can return to his normal life after this. It was odd, Guy always believed in angels & demons. Of course, he believed in the Lord as well. But he never would've imagined they'd descend to him. While Bianco may have said he wasn't an angel, Guy still believed that God must've sent him.
God had answered his prayers !
❝ The Earth beckons you, ❞ the Demon suddenly spoke. ❝ You should pick up, & heed its call before it's too late. ❞
To the Demon's shock, Guy shook his head no. Normally, he wouldn't dream to deny his guardian angel. But Guy truly had faith in Bianco, that Bianco could help. Wasn't two divine beings better than one in this fight ?
Guy's hand reached out, shaking from exhilaration.
❝ The infection is rapidly spreading. This is not going to help. The gun's going to help. The gun always helps. ❞
& Guy took Bianco's hand.
There were many things Bianco couldn't magic away. Mental illness, trauma, and the things that humans will always have to deal with. What he could provide was clarity, a moment of calmness, a moment without pain. The White Lodge's light shone out of Bianco's whole being, and white angelic wings sprouted out of his back. Bianco's true form, the angel of the lodge.
With his free hand, Bianco gently caressed the man's face.
"See? It's okay now. There is no pain, no sickness. No one needs to be hurt anymore, ever again," he reassured him, "you can breathe in the fresh air and there won't be the stench of hate. You can walk in the light, feel the sun shining on you, and there will be warmth. Peace."
In a way, that man reminded him of Laura. Lost, scared, abused, manipulated.
Maybe that's why he was here, to save this soul.
Bianco carefully pulled him into a warm and gentle embrace.
"You can rest now. I will watch over you. Over everyone."
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It was odd, Guy thought. Difficult to understand. Was that another angel ? There was something about him that felt . . . soothing. A kind of calm he hadn't felt in the last few years. It left Guy with this yearning to get closer, but he didn't. He didn't wish to disturb the demon first Angel.
His brows furrowed. Why were they fighting then ? He so desperately wanted to butt in, to plea to the white - haired being, explain the situation better, beg for help, to bestow salvation upon himself & the town of Paradise. Still, he didn't want to escalate the situation any further.
Why weren't they getting along ? These times were dire. He strapped the gun over his shoulder, pulled out a notepad from his coat, along with a pen, & began frantically writing . . . just in case.
Demon didn't like to say he regretted much. But perhaps he was regretting this — regret wasting his goddamn time. As soon as the hand grabbed his own, he hissed, wanting to pull away. It was TERRIBLE. It felt as though every dark force within him was being blasted by a power washer.
❝ ARE you an angel ? ! ❞
He didn't know much about angels — obviously, he wasn't allowed in heaven. But never had the demon experienced such purity before. It was as though someone had launched him into the damn sun. It was making him sick.
It was horrible enough that he turned his head away — retching until vomit violently ejected from his mouth, with whatever the hell that slop was that he & Guy ate earlier. Oh, urinating in a human's form was hilarious, but not this shit. This shit burned his throat, made his eyes water. He was ready to try & get the fuck out of here. That was, until the sharp bang of a gun distracted him.
It was Guy. The gun was pointed toward the sky. Guy had no intention of harm, he just needed to catch their attention. How badly he wished to talk, but the words stay trapped in his throat, refusing to come out. So, he'd have to communicate in other ways. In his left hand, he held up a note. It read:
[ PLEASE STOP HURTING EACH OTHER. THE LONGER WE WASTE TIME, THE QUICKER OPPORTUNITY WILL REACH ITS CLIMAX. I DON'T KNOW WHOM YOU ARE, WHITE HAIRED ONE. BUT I BELIEVE IN YOUR POWER TO HELP. ARE YOU WILLING TO LISTEN TO WHAT I HAVE TO SAY? ARE YOU WILLING TO SAVE US? TO MAKE THE PAIN STOP? ]
Bianco would be lying if he said that he didn't feel a little bit of Schadenfreude, seeing that demon get what he deserved, seeing him get sick because of a force that was better than him.
"I am something you will never understand," Bianco began, but then he heard the gun go off. He expected a bullet in his forehead, leg, or neck, somewhere, but there was nothing. The man just wanted attention.
Bianco took the distraction to push the demon away, so he could read the note.
Of course. That poor man must be confused, so very confused. Bianco smiled gently at him, his attention fully on the stranger. Hopefully, the smile could bring some reassurance.
"Of course, I'm happy to help you," Bianco said gently, stepping closer, but not too close, extending his hand, still bright "I'll save them, and I'll save you. Light will drive out evil. It always does."
He needed to show him what 'good' actually looks like. It wasn't that demon. He didn't know how all of this had happened to him, but maybe he could make it stop.
"Please, call me Bianco."
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❝ Look at history. No one has ever gotten respect from being soft. Violence isn't a question, it's the answer. ❞ & the Demon would be damned if he'll let some holier - than - thou prick try to tell him otherwise. He was no fool. ❝ I have enough power already. I'm just doing this for the love of the game, baby. ❞
Despite the Demon's lack of disquietude, the human, on the other hand, seemed to be startled by Bianco's sudden strange speech. Guy looked back at the two, his brows shot up above his shades, & his fingers drummed nervously against the gun's barrel. Demon rolled his eyes, quickly waving a hand to dismiss Guy.
❝ This doesn't concern you, Guy. This is beyond you, these are matters of the divine. ❞
Whilst Guy seemingly bought the Demon's words enough to not argue, it didn't seem he trusted them completely. As he took a few steps further away from the two.
Again, Demon rolled his eyes & huffed. Looked like he'd have to sweet talk his human more later on. For now, he'd turn his attention back to the thing he's currently playing with.
❝ What power ? Must I explain ? Normal people don't talk like you just did, do they ? No, no. You are gorgeous, the warmth you radiate is comparable to the fucking sun. Something about you feels so . . . overwhelmingly positive. ❞
The demon leaned in closer. Even though Guy had backed off, he didn't want to risk his human hearing what he's about to whisper.
❝ Frankly, it makes me fucking sick. ❞
Bianco was shaking, but not with fear. No. He laughed, he couldn't help but laugh, "Oh look at you, greedy little boy, always wanting more and more erom erom erom... Never happy. All you know is to hate and destroy. It's ridiculous."
He smiled at the man with the gun, hoping it would calm him; meanwhile, his chest started glowing with a strange, pure white light.
"Yes, I have a power, demon, but it's not what you seek. I can smell the rot and viscera on you; my power won't be of any use to you. You wouldn't even be able to wield it; it won't let you."
Bianco suddenly took the demon's hand, his own hands glowing brightly, the same light as his chest.
"You wanted to know about me and my powers? Feel it then, all that is good, kind and holy. I am Bianco, and that is all I have to offer. Healing and love."
Bianco pressed the demon's hand against his chest, holding it in place, as the white light grew stronger and brighter.
"If I make you sick, I hope this makes you vomit."
Demon knew the white head prick was fucking lying. Not only was the little bastard taking a page from the amateur liar's book 101, but he could sense his power. It was almost overwhelming. He wouldn't be surprise if his own power could be felt.
The lie wasn't enough to set him off, though. No, the Demon was capable of patience. Patience was easy when you've lived for thousands of years, waiting feels like nothing. It's small potatoes. No, no. What set him off was when this TWINK tried to step away from him, when he dared spat an insult his way. His grin dropped.
Alarmed, Guy raised his gun. Though it was a pointless action, only one to show how much of a puppet he was. The Demon's power was was beyond that of any mere human's, of any manmade weapon. He needn't even take a step, faster than the blink of an eye, he was behind Bianco. But he wasn't friendly anymore, he grasped a fistful of that white hair, tugging on it hard enough that it threatens to rip from the roots.
❝ Listen here. You're going to show me some damn respect. ❞ The Demon growled. His foot swung back, & forcibly crashed it into Bianco's knee pit — not caring if the action ends up fracturing the leg.
This display of violence should be shocking. But Guy had already witnessed brains being blown out, limbs being shot off, & fire cooking carcasses to a foul - smelling crisp. Whatever the Demon his angel was doing, it must be the right thing to do.
❝ You don't have a choice here, do you understand ? ❞
"Agh-" Bianco sharply exhaled at the pain. Why didn't he stay with Nero? Or tell him that something had been going on and they needed to investigate? Sure, he would've protested, maybe even argued with him, but he wouldn't have to face this demon alone.
Still, Bianco couldn't help but grin despite everything "you demand respect and power, yet immediately blow up when things don't go your way. How petulant."
"…ti dnif ot erehw uoy llet reven ll'I dna em htiw t'nsi kees uoy rewop eht ,nomed tnalutep…" maybe speaking lodge speech was risky now, but he didn't want to give into this monster. Didn't want to give into pure evil.
Had to do everything to make sure he wouldn't find out about the lodge, about Nero.
then he heard it. His brother's voice in his head.
'Bianco? Where are you?'
'Nero... Please stay where you are, okay?'
'I can sense you're hurt!'
Bianco gritted his teeth, trying to block out the psychic link between himself and Nero 'don't worry about me. Don't find me, I'll be okay.'
"what power... Do you sense from me anyway?"
Oh, it was so sweet. This thing's fear was already delicious, but the descriptions of the current situation, the tragedy caused by them ? That was the cherry on top. The DEMON's lips madly twitched, trying not to laugh. ❝ I know, ❞ he cooed. ❝ Isn't it wonderful ? It's what they deserve. ❞ He was a decent actor; there was conviction in his tone, conviction that he didn't actually feel. Demon didn't believe in "punishment" or if humans deserved anything bad or good. No, he just loved killing for the fun of it. To him, it's a sport.
But Guy — the man standing there, frantically glancing over his shoulder — he believed it. He had this notion that everyone was sick, they were evil. So, Demon would go along with that bullshit if it meant they could have some fun.
The Demon laughed, no longer able to restrain himself. ❝ You think I'm forcing him to do this ? Look at him. ❞ His gloved hand gestured to the human — who's still checking every surrounding, fearful a hostile may pop out & fill him with lead. He refused to even put away his gun. ❝ Now that's a soldier. He's doing this because he wants to. Because he knows how rotten this world is becoming. Isn't that right, sweetheart ? ❞
Guy passed a half - hearted glance at the two, & nodded. Then he went back on guard.
❝ See, the government attacked this town, infected everyone with madness. They've lost their minds, too far gone, too sick. We're trying to save this world, & you . . . ❞ The Demon's hand condescendingly patted the stranger's shoulder. His touch is fevered.
❝ Well, I can tell you're special. You possess great power, don't you ? You're going to help us. ❞
No, he's not forcing Guy. Manipulating was a much better word for it. But he certainly planned on forcing this person. This . . . person. The Demon planned on staying with him for a while, might as well have something to call him by.
❝ Say, what's your name, partner ? ❞
This couldn't be right. None of this made sense. That man... he couldn't be working with this demon willingly. Bianco didn't believe a word that demon, because there wasn't any madness he could feel. Only fear and death. The only 'madness' was emanating from the demon trying to sweet-talk him into whatever this charade is.
Bianco tried to remain strong, but at the same time, he didn't want to do anything too drastic, something that could set that man off. While being shot wouldn't kill him, it would hurt and take a lot of time to heal.
But then the demon mentioned his 'powers'. Bianco's powers, the power of the white lodge. Though they were nothing compared to Nero. He felt his stomach drop.
If this demon found out about Nero and his powers as the Black Lodge, that could very well mean the end of the world.
"I... don't know what you're talking about," Bianco lied "I don't have any powers." Bianco tried to empty his mind of despair, because if he fell into it, Nero would find his location and if that happened.
In a burst of bravery, Bianco finally got himself together enough to try and step away from that demon.
"Get your hands off me, I'm not telling you anything," Bianco hissed "I don't believe a word you're saying. I want nothing to do with this, you... You monster!"
How did the stranger know ? How could he possibly know about the ANGEL ? The thought alone had Guy readying to pull the trigger, all too eager to end the risk then & there. But before he let the gun bark, the Angel manifested — as if it had always been standing there, just waiting to be noticed.
Its arm draped around Bianco's shoulder. At first, it may have seemed like a friendly gesture. But the grip was too tight, fingers harshly digging into Bianco's skin. & yet, the Angel's grin was broad & bright, as though greeting an old friend.
It, he, looked so much like Guy — same bone structure, an inch off his height, & even a near identical outfit. Except, he looked deceptively jollier. Guy, by contrast, was a wreck: shoulder - length hair untouched by a brush for days, the scent of metal & rot cling to him like a second coat — it's overwhelming.
The Angel lacked a scent. Too clean, too hollow. His trench coat wasn't black like Guy's, but a vivid red. Everything about him seemed eerily brighter. They looked unmistakably similar, yet totally different at the same time.
Guy finally lowered his gun — not holstered, but lowered. He couldn't imagine turning it on the Angel. Whatever the Angel intended, it must be for the good of the earth. That much, Guy erroneously believed.
❝ Who's to say he wants to be left alone ? ❞ The Angel asked at last, his grip on Bianco unwavering.
❝ You sure came here all accusatory, buddy, when you don't know a damn thing. I bet you've got no clue what's really going on in this town, do you ? ❞
Bianco's eyes widened at the sight of the... other. He knew it. He wasn't quite like BOB, but that energy Bianco felt was close enough, and the other man's touch was similar to BOB's as well, cold, too tight, relentless. A touch he couldn't get away from.
Bianco wanted to reply, but he was too scared to speak. He wasn't like Nero. He wasn't strong or witty; he couldn't get rid of the dread he felt in the proximity of pure evil, pure violence. Bianco didn't understand how the other guy could stand having this... being around him.
"Something violent," Bianco finally spoke, his body stiff, he himself unable to move "something awful and violent. I can still feel their fear, even now as they're hiding in their homes. It hurts."
He didn't want to cry, but he couldn't stop the tears welling up in his eyes.
"Why did these people have to die?" he asked, his mouth dry "it was you, wasn't it? Did you... force him to do this?"
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Winter's approaching, & anyone unfortunate enough to be outside could feel it. She wrapped her clammy arms around them, tight enough to steal the air from their lungs, & caressed their cheek with her fingers of ice. It's an indoors kind of night. One meant for hot chocolate & blankets, fireplaces or heaters — anything to keep the chill at bay. Not just the chill of the wind, but something colder, something prowling the streets.
There was no name for him yet, only a face. A face burned into the last, fading memories of dozens of victims. A now plastered on local news stations as the prime suspect in over sixty killings. He had snapped over forty eight hours ago, & no squad dispatched to stop him had survived. Every officer ended up the same: scattered & lying in their own viscera.
How can one man be so powerful ? The town was left to wonder as authorities urged civilians to stay inside, to avoid him at all costs, to call for help if he was ever seen.
But Guy was no longer on the streets. For now, he was trying to get some sleep. Keyword was. He was trying to avoid the world, stay hidden until his energy resurged, but someone had found him.
He didn't care whom the stranger was. Didn't care why the stranger was here. He wasn't going to ask. Curiosity may slow him down, may grant time to be attacked, to infect.
The barrel of the gun leveled at the intruder's face, he growled like a rabid dog. He looked just as unkempt as one, too. His finger coiled tight on the trigger, one twitch, & the problem would be solved.
No, no. Not this one.
That voice in his head. It was always so insistent, always demanding for more blood. Yet now it was telling him the opposite ? His own instincts were urging him to shoot, to paint the white snow red. Every time his eyes met the other pair, all he saw was sickness. A disease that needed to put down.
I understand, you want to be careful. But this one . . . this one can help us. He's different. Not sick.
Another growl left Guy, lower & frustrated, torn between obedience & violence. He didn't lower the gun. Too risky to let his guard down. But he did take a step back, enough space the white - haired stranger to explain himself.
Bianco had known something was wrong the moment the violence had started, even though he hadn't been there; he was close enough to feel it though, just like Nero. Nero had told him not to get close to it, to stay away and hide; it could be BOB or another demon. But Bianco was too curious and too driven to try and help anyone he could, sneaking out in the dead of night while his twin was asleep.
There was nothing left to save when Bianco finally arrived. It looked like a battleground, and the smell of death hung in the air, making him feel unwell. So when he found a place to hide away, he noticed the stranger with the weapon.
Bianco was about to say, 'I'm not gonna hurt you', but he could feel the presence of something evil. Something akin to BOB but different. The same level of violence, the same hate, that's how it felt to him.
"Who.... What are you?" Bianco asked, not to the man in front of him but to the presence, "Leave... Leave that man alone!"
He shouldn't have come here alone; he should've told Nero.
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LORE: Nero and Bianco have beautiful singing voices, and in the rare events they sing together, it's downright angelic.
