Azotus and Aracus my doomed twins UGH they make me so heartsick
Like even from birth they were doomed. Victims of a superstition, a self-fulfilling 'curse', simply for being identical twins. That Azotus was evil, and Aracus good, and they could never escape those roles.
So of course they fulfilled them.
Azotus. The devil twin. Ill-tempered. Drunkard. Chronic runaway. Willing to do anything, fight anyone, because when you've been punished your entire life no matter what you do, why bother trying to be good anymore? Why not just throw yourself into whatever mischief that comes your way, since you've been told you're damned anyway? Because "no amount of scars or holy water would ever be enough to drive the devil out of him."
Aracus. The good twin. Gentle. Compassionate. The one with genre awareness. Will follow his brother to the ends of the earth, to hell and back, if it means there's even the slightest chance of saving him from himself. Because he knows how this ends. He's seen his twin spiral lower and lower their whole lives. He knows that one day, something's gonna break. And he knows he's the only one who any chance of pulling Azotus out of trouble, even if it costs him his life. He doesn't know exactly how things will end up, but he knows there's no way this ends well. "All tales of brothers are tragedies."
And thus it ends, with the good twin lying dead, and the devil twin left to bear the knowledge that the only person who ever cared about him took an arrow, gave his life, to save him.












