The creativity split didn't only cause the creation of Roman and Remus. It created Virgil too. It changed Deceit.
Back when he was only Tricks, deeply in love with the king creativity was. When Thomas didn't really know what fear was.
The King of Creativity and the Prankster would dance in the biggest castle in the imagination, the most gorgeous salon, only for the two of them.
Deceit can still remember those days. When his face wasn't divided in two, one half not covered by scales. When he wasn't a dark side, just a silly, silly boy.
He remembers the king's smile, hand in hand, as they walked by the gardens. He remembers family dinners, laughter. When even Logan smiled.
He can't pint point when everything went wrong. Or maybe he does.
A silly drawing, perphaps, of Thomas electrocuting his brother.
Deceit remembers laughing at it, when the king showed it to him. Morality, only recently developing that name, didn't find it as fun.
But that was only one of many arguments.
Deceit remembers the day the split took place, years after. He was picking flowers, dandelions to be exact (he wanted to prank Morality into eating one of them, can you blame him?), he remembers entering the mind palace, finding a little hard to reach the living room as if someone had changed the place of everything. He was relieved when he found it, but that relief ended as he crashed accidentally onto someone, falling on his butt and complaining loudly (king always told him he was his drama queen). Falling silent when a stranger offered his help.
'I am deeply sorry' he had said, offering his hand. Pranks had been weirded out but it wasn't that weird for new sides to be formed, however, this one held a creepy resemblance to- 'I am creativity, may I inquire about who you are?'
'What?' he had asked, barely breathing.
'Oh! Pranks! You're back!'
He remembered looking at Morality, Logic fast behind him, looking very upset.
'M-morality, he, he said-'
'This is the new creativity! Version 2.0! What do you think?' smiled Morality, like nothing was wrong. Pranks felt the air leave his lungs.
'King...?' he whispered, looking at the impostor, hoping, hoping it was just a joke. The guy stood straighter and then bowed.
'One day, perhaps, but for now, just a prince.'
Pranks dropped the dandelions.
