Day 41

Mood: Owwwwww

“Brother, I’m bored.” Harlequin said flirtatiously to his twin brother Jester and jumped to him.

“Oh yes brother, this war has become oh so boring. I can’t stand it either.” Jester rubbed his brother’s forehead. They were perfect reflections of each other, even their clothes were identical. If they didn’t dye their hair different colors no one would be able to tell the difference. Jester had light green hair and golden eyes but for some reason he would never open them, only when he was angry or frustrated would he open them, they were always hidden under his fedora. Harlequin however had red hair and had silver eyes in an artistic attempt to differentiate him from his twin. Other than that they were absolutely the same. They were the twin gods of torture, Jester represented sadism and Harlequin was masochism. Thus they were a perfect match for each other. Their brotherly love however was taken too far as they enjoyed each other’s company and spent every moment in one another’s presence. When they were separated, they would go on rampages, their eyes would open wide, their pupils would become reptilian slits, their hair would stand on end, revealing vein pulsing foreheads, their voices would become more enraged and less playful and the auras around them would grow dark and their teeth turned into the fangs of a snake.

“If only they weren’t so weak. I would have gotten so much pleasure from them, my foe is but a child in my face, someone who can’t even realize the true pleasure of pain. Oh I want them to die in the climax of pleasure.” Harlequin stated, his tongue as silver as his eyes. He drew a small butterfly knife, it started to glow red. He wrapped his tongue around it gently as if it was candy. He then chuckled and turned his head to meet his brother’s face. Though they were narcissistic, they loved each other, however it may have been because they looked exactly like one another that their forbidden love grew. Jester then took out a knife of his own but it started to glow green.

“Ouroboros...” They both whispered to each other. The name of their weapon, based off the mythology of a snake biting its own tail. However was it the ultimate form of sadism where one wishes to deliver a blow to something they never seen before or an act of masochism where the snake knows of its own tail though it never sees it. However this is what represented them, twin snakes. And they were ready to kill.