The Silverdemon (girlxgirlxgirlxgirl)

Chap 19; Brother

"What the f*ck was that"

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⚠️ fighting, violence, death, blood, murder, brutal death, open cuts and bruises ⚠️

"You can't do anything right!"

"Yes I can!"

"You always have to fight back on everything I say! Can't you at least be a grateful sibling and shut the f*ck up for once!."

The younger man scowls.

"Grateful? For what!? Your constant yelling at me to act better? I'm so sick of you!"

Harsh red eyes stare each other down, neither of them backing away. They are left alone, the biggest room in the castle, cold and dark both outside and inside. The two brothers shout at each other like always, their yells echoing over the stone walls and making the other clan members hold their ears or cower away. One thing about the younger is that he is never willing to back down, not even when his elder brother is trying to make him.

"Sick of me? I'm starting to get sick of this! All of this!"
This time he doesn't yell, and the younger vampire holds back his surprised expression. The elder practically growls out the words, his sharp fangs seen behind his red lips. He takes threatening steps towards the younger, somehow towering over him despite the younger also being very tall. The other doesn't want to cower under his brothers gaze, but he also knows that there will always be a difference between them. His older brother will always be older, for now he is stronger, and the one who leads the clan. Not him, yet sometimes he acts like they are equal. Maybe that's why it's so scary when his brother gets really mad.

He steps back, unwillingly letting himself be a little intimidated, but still glaring up at his brother. Although maybe the glare has lost some of its previous power.

"I'm telling you now Vorigan, do as I say"

Vorigan fights his inner battle, not wanting to give in but knowing that it's best if he does. He doesn't want his elder brother to get more mad than he already is. His eyes are practically shining in their red color, his hands are clenched into fists and his fangs are dangerously sharp. Despite being angry, stubborn and having some issues, Vorigan doesn't want to provoke a fight. He looses his glare and looks down, successfully calming down Victor, his older brother.

"Fine"

They fight like this all the time.

It wasn't always like this though.

Growing up, being only two years apart, the two brothers were actually very close. Vorigan and Victor did the lessons together, they played together and even grew up to look very similar. Both with the same blood red hair, slightly long as it was curly and hanged over their foreheads. They both had the same sharpish features, both similar in height and strength. Of course, Victor has always been older, so he often knew better and won when they fought, both physically and verbally, like now. But that never stopped Vorigan from trying. Maybe that's how he grew up to be so competitive, stubborn and frankly, strong.

But then, their father died, their mother already dead from childbirth.

Vorigan had always known that Victor was the heir to the Rain vampire clan. But he never realized that it would come so fast. He was seventeen, two years ago, when his father died. He expected to be much older, him and his brother already mature and ready with mates and power and experience. But Victor wasn't very ready, and neither was Vorigan. It took some time, but the older brother somehow managed to make it work, becoming a good leader for his clan. The eleventh biggest clan in the demon dimension, to be precise. But their relationship, their brotherly bond, was forever ruined.