We observe the lives of two German twin brothers, Luther and Viktor Dietrich. We get to see both of their lives unfold and we imagine what comes next. Do hardships exist? Of course. Plenty might I add. The Dietrich twins grow mentally throughout the...
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"Luther, hand me my staff!" The succubus called out, waiting for Luther to come into her room. She picked at her nails before yelling once again. "Luther, get the fuck in here!" Her voice now boomed through out the house, leaning her head back against her headboard. A fifteen year old Luther shyly walked in, his hands at his sides. He blinked to the succubus before walking over to her staff, handing it to her cautiously. "The fuck took you so long?" The succubus snapped as he snatched her staff out of Luther's grip, huffing.
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"I was studying... I'm sorry." His voice was low as he spoke, his accent sounding thicker.
"Oh I forgot you still studied." The woman mocked, smirking soon after. "I didn't know whore's studied. They could by just get by through their body. They don't need anymore intelligence."
Luther exhaled through his nose, looking down. His face was sorrowful, looking as if he'd been stabbed a million times with a sharp dagger.
"Oh, now you're gonna have that face. Gonna guilt trip me? I proved a point." Grabbing at the wine on her night stand, sipping from it. Leaving behind her dark lipstick on the glass, staining it.
He simply walked out before being stopped by her dog. Her dog growled at Luther, causing Luther to turn and face the succubus.
"I didn't tell you to leave. You're staying until I say so. Are we clear, sweetie?" Her voice sounding chillingly sweet, only inducing fear into Luther.
"Y-yes, Aurora." He blurted out before flinching, only realizing she didn't like being called by her first name until after. The succubus got up from her bed, sending a sharp smack to his cheek. Causing Luther to whimper and hold his cheek after the smack. Tears gathering at the corner of his eyes. He pleaded as he looked to her, "I'm sorry! I forgot, please don't hit me again!" Backing up slowly before the succubus snatched his collar and pulled him towards her. His body tensing up and flinching at the touch, practically feeling her breath against his face.
