Satun and Saten, twins from hell
The sticky and cold darkness had surrounded the twins since childhood. Their father, as well as the ruler, showed them nothing but coldness, sticky and very hurtful jokes. This left its mark on their character.
Saten grew up with a sharp tongue and a cold mind, as calm as a rock and as playful as a jester. Satun grew up cruel, not knowing what compassion and mercy were.
It’s no wonder they are called the princes of hell, as they really come from there. But if their father is Satan, they are his copies, just smaller, although their height and strength suggested otherwise. Their mother is a mystery, even to them; they hadn't seen her since birth, but they knew one thing: they were the cause of her death.
At present, the princes were 16 years old. They were in the throne room, near their father, watching as he decided the fates of people. One of them was bored but smiled, while the other was only half-listening. Simply put, both were lost in their thoughts. They perfectly understood that the guilty one would be executed, and they would have to watch it, but this only made their day less interesting or entertaining. They preferred to go out into the city when there were festivals. It was surprising that their father still hadn’t forbidden them, but that was the only thing that seemed interesting in this wasteland, aside from the books that Saten so fiercely loved.
"I wish this would end faster, why are we here if our opinion doesn’t matter? What a nonsense,"
such thoughts overwhelmed one of the twins. His face was smiling, his hair tied in a neat ponytail with a dark purple rubber band. His gray sweater with red diamonds in the middle, eyes facing forward, yet looking somewhere into the distance, and instead of human teeth, there were two prominent fangs and smaller canines.
"So boring. I wish I could get to the training grounds; there’s clearly nothing to do here,"
such thoughts wandered through the second twin's mind. His skin, face, and posture were identical to his brother's, but he was more tense, his brows furrowed. He didn’t have the ponytail and smile, but his gaze was the same as his brother’s. His clothing was the color of blood, decorated in the middle with gray diamonds, and his hair was wild but slicked back.
They were both tired of this. One wanted to return to the library and bury himself in books to escape this world, while the other wanted to return to physical training and hone his fighting and fencing skills.
The end of this dreadful event wasn’t good. One of the people on trial insulted his ruler, and in a fit of rage, the ruler insulted him back.
Lightning—that’s what people fear and try to never see, and even better, never hear. This power is so deafening that the person dies instantly; there’s only a faint squeak. The poor man was unlucky, as this was the first and last time he would see this power.
The twins flinched, trying to hide it from their father. The burnt body of the dead man was not the first to leave life in the throne room at the hands of their king. The body, devoid of skin, muscles, eyes, and other soft external tissues, fell dead on the cold red carpet, with something red beginning to pour out of his stomach, possibly his blood, and the intestines ruptured and decided to inspect the surroundings outside the body.
Saten felt the nausea rising from his stomach to his throat; one could get used to such sights after a long time, but the smell of burnt flesh was something that couldn’t be gotten used to. Seeing Saten’s condition, Satun decided to divert his gaze and attention to his brother. Unnoticed, he walked up to him and patted him on the back, showing his support.
"Such a delicate one, Saten."
"At least I haven’t lost my humanity, Satun."
The looks exchanged were quick but meaningful. To speak when the king is angry, one would have to be immortal and not fear him. Half of the sorrow passed, and this hell ended as their father finally allowed his sons to go away from him.
"What will you do, my dear brother? If you need me, you’ll find me at table 19 in the library,"
a light and calm voice addressed Satun.
"What do you care what I do? And if you call me your 'dear' brother one more time, I’ll rip your tongue out by the root, got it?"
the rough and aggressive response came from the second twin.
"You’re always the same, Satun. Just make sure you don’t break anyone’s bones if you plan on testing your strength," Saten rolled his eyes at his brother’s threat and, after offering his advice, smiled and headed to the library, eager to start reading books and escape into another world.
"Go ahead, go, bookworm!"
Satun shouted in response, annoyed by his brother’s comment that made him look "bad," and in order not to destroy the walls, he hastily went to the training hall.
Saten spent the whole day and night with books.
Satun sent several soldiers to the medical center, unable to control his strength.
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