The Devil's Daughter

[kaniel-thebutcher]

I would say that's rare, but it's honestly a dime a dozen. A happy little family with loving parents and siblings doesn't exist. My mother hasn't quite threatened to kill me since she knows I'd slit her throat before she even blinked if she tried.

The timeline where Envy is King and demolished half of the demon court and has a personal vendetta against Gluttony's kid, who my brother was sent to kill, but instead decided to fuck her and then marry her instead. Which is why I'm the useful son to my mother in her grand plans to get back at him. Riveting, isn't it?

[nefariouslyxevangeline]

Societal standard tells up a happy little family with ultra loving parents and siblings are normal, but sometimes I think they're the outliers. We even opened our mouths and threatened a slit throat, I'm positive my siblings or father would jam a vampire's potent weakness down ours.

Oh, riveting. My father strived making it his life's purpose demolishing all species until only the vampires remained at the top of the food chain. He fucked, he never married, and he bred children like it's a sport. My twin Sterling and I are currently the favorites because my brother chose giving up our other brother who once cared about us to Henrik. He basically gifted his current flame Beatrice to plant a baby in or turn, so that's not great.

[nefariouslyxevangeline]

Okay, you better start explaining why we're becoming roommates with your fuck buddy. I have questions and there are several.

[fiendishly-sterling]

I couldn't help but go back. A part of me thought I could have succeeded where Mikail failed and get Robin to come back, even if I knew that Father would just torture him and kill him the moment he stepped back into the fold. Another part of me needed to see our brother's choices so it could make my choice easier. Maybe we never understood what love was, Evangeline. The only example we can really remember, outside of what we have of our mother, was Robin, and if someone who said over and over that he loved us could do what he did, how are we even sure we knew the meaning all along? Regardless, whatever happens... I will sleep as well as I usually do because it means we survive one day longer. We never had a choice in anything; we don't have a choice in this either, so we need to live with it. I need to live with it. As long as we have each other, it will be okay.

[nefariouslyxevangeline]

It's possible our words hold an advanced merit with Robin than Mik or Naomi's ever did, we'll never know now he's gone underground. You wanted permission. How are we sure he even really loved us from the beginning, Sterling? Maybe he saw how pathetic it was that we were forced in his charge and skipped out for his little freedom because we weren't enough to satisfy a need he craved for family. Mother wouldn't have wanted this for us, the betrayals, the ugliness, this endless uphill battle just to stay alive. Not angering a father who could do much worse than raise a hand to us. You aren't giving a convincing argument when you don't sleep well with those night terrors, brother, but we'll live with it as long as we're together. Which we haven't been with your recent extended vanishing act.

[fiendishly-sterling]

I know, someone has to keep my head on straight when I can't. This existence is a nightmare, Evangeline. We can't make any meaningful connections with anyone without having everything ripped out from under our feet by our father, and yet we're the problem, so yes. I sold Robin out. He left us, Ev. Abandoned us because he couldn't handle our father's demand. Left us, who were so young to be in the care of people who don't care for us and are waiting for us to fail just to have an excuse to kill us. Left us to make a new family and fight for them. Every moment that he stays in this goddamn city is him choosing someone else over us every time. You didn't see the pictures that littered that goddamn bar like trophies, didn't see the years of happy memories he made while we suffered, all while having the audacity to say to my face that he never forgot about us. This is about our survival, and I will do every goddamn thing it takes to make sure we survive and not feel an ounce of remorse about it. Even if it means selling out the person who once claimed to love us more than anything. Father was going to find out anyway, I just ensured we looked good by giving it to him first.

[nefariouslyxevangeline]

It's why you have a twin. I know it's a nightmare, big brother, I know that I cannot help but scream each morning every time we wake up to the same torment hovering over our heads like the executioner's axe ready to separate them from our bodies. You shouldn't have gone to the bar and tortured yourself, Sterling. I tried seeing through Robin's eyes and comprehend his thought process how he could leave everything behind for a freedom we had no room in his life being a part of, but he cut his losses. Nothing will take away how much we loved him, but he's no better than the rest of our siblings. Stabbing us in the back with our own trust for his personal gain. He left us, yes, he abandoned us, so why should he be surprised when we return the favor and choose our own survival over him? And yet, even after all of that...I can't bare to watch him die, Sterling. I know you went great lengths keeping us both alive, but Robin's blood will be on our hands. Everyone else he replaced us with doesn't matter, but him? The one sliver of love we've ever had? Is this really a choice you and I can live with?

[fiendishly-sterling]

Okay, everything just sounds exponentially worse when you say it all out loud like that. The third option doesn't exist with someone like our dad, and you know it. Look, I thought about it, but it wouldn't have helped– the old fuck would have found her eventually. I just happened to... expedite the process. I'll tell her, I'm not that mean– I'm just coming to terms with the fact that I'll probably be losing my head during the conversation in so not a fun way, but this isn't the only thing. Henrik knows all about the friends Robin abandoned us for. I told him, so if he managed to pull himself off of the wolf's dick and starts a fight with you, you can send him my way.

[nefariouslyxevangeline]

I'm just trying to be realistic and you know it's painfully accurate. Father's a misogynistic twat using any woman he sees as his personal baby-making machine, the third option obviously doesn't work. Yeah, well, sexing her up shouldn't have ever happened, Sterl, I don't care how hot she was or her affinity of knife play can rev anyone's engine, she has a target on her back now because you've involved her into our family business. You...sold Robin out. Sterling. This doesn't mean I'm not bitter about the family he made without us included, but don't say you did this to protect me.

[fiendishly-sterling]

She didn't exactly give me a choice, Evvie. Beatrice is one of those rift people, or whatever the fuck these city people call them, and she absolutely hates me in her timeline. Came in swinging with a knife immediately, but she's hot, so I allowed it. It doesn't matter if I want to break the rule again– I have to, and that's going to go over great. 'Hey, can I interest you in becoming a vampire or letting me fuck a baby into you?' Fucking disgusting. I'd rather jump off the nearest high-rise with the knife that she's going to inevitably stab me with.

[nefariouslyxevangeline]

You were powerless to her feminine wiles and suddenly lost the ability to walk away? So, this was a hate fuck situation, you clearly can't resist those. I would choose the third option of the fact we choose what we put in our own bodies and then tell you to fuck off, but fine, make a vampire or a baby before you weirdly get off on the knife she will run you through with. You should have pulled a Mikail and erased your fuck buddy's memory of you before you even left her bed, Sterling. She sounds like a firecracker, she really does, but breaking your rule put her in danger. At least don't be a dick and forewarn her about our father.

[fiendishly-sterling]

I would try to kill her if she wouldn't kill me first. From what I've gathered, she's a trained assassin, so she would end up killing me first, and that won't exactly save her from our dad's putrid dick. Care is a strong word, but she made me break my no sex rule when the blonde fuck is anywhere nearby and that's problem enough.

[nefariouslyxevangeline]

What in the actual fuck, of all the people you chose to screw around with, you picked a trained assassin? It certainly would give her a chance chopping his putrid dick off and that's more than can be said for every female he comes across. And she totally makes you want to break your no sex rule again, doesn't she? Sterling, if you won't kill the girl and you don't want to see our father add to his progeny, then your only two options are turning her or making a baby with her.

[fiendishly-sterling]

Our plan worked well, a little too well.

The old man scented the last girl I was with like the bloodhound he is, and he's allowing me to have her for ratting out Mikail and Naomi– but only if I get her pregnant. The fucker is going to go after her if I don't.

[nefariouslyxevangeline]

Of course, he fucking did. I'm over the moon that our siblings will finally get their comeuppance, but not so good that you fucked yourself over in the process. Then save the trouble of a pregnancy and put the girl out of her misery so Dad can't have her. Unless you actually care about her which you don't care for anybody.

[nefariouslyxevangeline]

I adore the scent of retribution in the morning. My favorite.

[fiendishly-sterling]

Oh, we're getting the high score before we're done here, sis. Triple C is here, and the thing is? He didn't know me– his brain's been Swiss cheesed by Fuckhead. I may have thrown a wrench into the plan of any future mind wipes, and am currently thinking of more ways to be annoying through the witch.

[nefariouslyxevangeline]

If Triple C is here and fallen into very bad habits with our darling older Pricky Mikki, we should go big or go home, Sterling. We go straight to Father and spill the beans on everything. Colin, reiterate how close Mik and Meems are that traveled beyond a second-in-command and his little soldier should be, even dig until we find any other distractions our sister has too for extra measure. It's time a little birdie whispered in his ear, twinsie.

[eternal-mikail]

Keep speaking of what you know nothing about, and I will actually take your tongue. Naomi and I had no choice but to bring you and your brat brother along, and this would all be quicker and more pleasant if I didn't have to listen to the grating sound of your voice every time I glance in your direction. If he doesn't leave and Father pushes me from my spot, there's nothing keeping him from you and your brother. We would all be dead.

[nefariouslyxevangeline]

What is it you think I don't know about, Mikki? Sure, it would be easier on you if Sterling and I shut the fuck up, but we are nothing if not pains in the asses. Do you want to know why? You'll be dead before Colin's body hits the floor after Father finds out his favorite hasn't murdered one little witch he took as a constant midnight snack. We're more than happy filling him in on not just your extracurricular activities bedding the blood bag, but also how sentimental your relationship with Naomi really is. Two distractions, two potential disappointments fucking up your shit. If we're going down, you'll be taken with us.

[kaniel-thebutcher]

Let me guess, you also got dragged to this godforsaken city by a family member when you'd rather be at home? Though the rifts did help in my case.

[nefariouslyxevangeline]

Wow, it's like we're twinsies relating with our fucking shitty family members, I hope yours doesn't constantly threaten to literally murder you. You're one of those then. Which timeline?

[eternal-mikail]

Sure, father might be upset with me in the beginning, but then he'll see that there was really nothing special about the two of you the whole time. He eventually gets bored with the children who serve no real purpose. I don't need tact, and if I had sent you and your twin to speak with Robin, then it would have devolved into "I'm so sorry I abandoned you," "oh, save it, we can survive on our own without you,"– blah, blah, blah. We're not here for a reunion.

[nefariouslyxevangeline]

You're an asshole who I hope chokes on your blood bag's dick that we all know you're sucking at this point. Then why drag us along at all if we serve no real purpose? In your own words, we can survive on our own without you, but we always can't get what we want in our miserable eternal lives. You knew party-crashing didn't work well in your favor even if it was kind of a reunion. I hope Robin doesn't leave, Mik, then I get to watch Father bulldoze that marble pedestal he's placed you on.

[isabel-bishop]

I would be inclined to say the same thing, yet you and the others are making no move to leave anytime soon.

[nefariouslyxevangeline]

If you have a problem with us being here, go talk to my jailer of a brother. We follow his orders and we leave when he says so.

[eternal-mikail]

I didn't ask you for the unhelpful advice. Call me an idiot one more time, and I'll return you and your twin to Father as a mute after ripping out your tongue, which he should have done from the start to save us the eye strain from rolling them in your presence. The point was to advise Robin of Father's wishes, and if our brother is smart, he would come willingly. I don't care either way.

[nefariouslyxevangeline]

I'd like to see you try, Mikky, and then see you get your ass beat for damaging Father's favorite twins. He may disregard our other siblings, but he actually likes us and definitely must hate you for putting us in your care. If you were smart, you would've sent Sterling or I to speak with him and we'd be halfway home by now. You don't have tact enough to convince Robin of shit.

[fiendishly-sterling]

I'm pretty sure if we tried to step in Mikail and Naomi's way to prevent them from killing people, they would actually maim us. I'm not worried about them killing Robin, either– not yet. The other stupid bright side is that I accidentally stumbled on a way to be a thorn in the golden boy's side– do you remember that blood bag guy Mikail always went back to? He lives here.

[nefariouslyxevangeline]

Mikail already threatened to slice my tongue out and drop us off at Father's feet, so we're working a new record when it's only been a day. If anything, they'd leave Robin for our fearless leader. Oh, fuck, you mean Carelessly Crazy Colin lives in this bumfuck place? Sterling, if you are not just a brilliant genius. What are we thinking for the blood bag to really piss off Prince Douche?

[eternal-mikail]

A few hours in a cesspool is still going to mark me forever with its stench, Evangeline. Don't be a brat about it.

[nefariouslyxevangeline]

Then pinch your nose and hold your breath like a big boy. I'd rather be a brat than an idiot who thought any conversation with Robin would go well. No luck, huh? I'm not shocked.