Twin Princes [Rasiel]

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Timeline: 10 years before TYE
Location: An unknown castle in an unknown country.
Characters involved:

• Belphegor; Age 6
  
• Rasiel; Age 6

Silence echoed through the white marble halls of the huge castle. The sound of footsteps was muffled by the occasional breaths of wind through the open window. The dark clouds hung low outside, as if about to cry in a silent prayer. Nobody noticed the little six year old boy clutching a broken teddy bear.

Belphegor skillfully maneuvered his way through the maze of passageways that he called home. It wasn't really home, actually, but it was the closest he had seen yet. He was heading for the kitchen for a rare bite to eat. The kid rarely ate, and when he did it was traditional Japanese sushi rather than the delicious Italian pasta that was so favoured by the cooks.

His blond fringe hiding his eyes, the small prince ignored all servants around the house that were bustling about. A prince wasn't supposed to notice insignificant peasants.

They, likewise, ignored him.

An unlucky servant stepped on the one remaining ear of the ripped bear Bel was carrying, and managed to tear the head off. The servant didn't even stop, just kept walking though albeit at a faster pace. Bel picked up the severed head and peered at it from between his blond bangs, before carelessly tossing it aside with a grin.

He hugged the headless bear tighter as he continued on his way.

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"Ushishishi."

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The black clothed boy turned the corner, an arrogant grin lighting his face as he saw the abandoned teddy bear head lying in the middle of the corridor. Bending down slightly, he grabbed the head, noting the fact that the rest of the bear was heading away down the corridor, held aloft by another.

Grinning to himself, Rasiel hugged the severed teddy bear head close to him, following the other blonde haired boy down the corridor.

Another servant burst out from a room, carrying an assortment of cleaning utensils. "Jill-sama," he bowed, before turning to leave. Rasiel paid no notice to the commoner, the grin turning into a smaller, yet no less haughty smile.

However, amusement at the stupid servant slowly turned to impatience as he noticed his brother slowly slipping away, further down the hallway. Rasiel's hands itched towards an array of knives hidden in his pocket.

Finally, the servant turned away, probably sensing Jill's slowly growing annoyance.

He realised where Bel was heading, tilting his head to the side. The kitchen? "Bel." Rasiel's grin appeared in full force again, and he lifted the teddy bear head, throwing it as hard as he could.[/blockquote]

[OOC: OMG THE KITCHEN THE KITCHEN INCIDENT]

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[OOC: Shut up, I couldn't think of anything else, okay? And stop ruining the mood!]

Ignoring the bustle and hurry of the many commoners, Bel slipped silently down the hall. His stainless white shirt, two sizes too big, almost dragged on the floor as the prince glanced contemptuously at all the people in his way. He was a prince, they should get out of his way.

Just as he opened his mouth to state that fact, something soft yet hard impacted at the back of his head. He knew instinctively that it was the abandoned head of his headless bear, and there was only one person who dared, or was arrogant enough, to throw it. Hearing his name come out of that hated mouth, Bel turned around and grinned at his dreaded twin brother.

"Siel."

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His voice rang with contempt.

And so the twin princes stood.

But then Bel broke it - tossing his head and searching, once again, for the head of the bear. He found it, lying by his feet with it's glassy black unseeing eyes staring stonily upwards at the cold ceiling. "Shishishi, have it back. I don't want it."[/color] He flicked the bear in Siel's direction, not caring if it landed half-way between them. It was only a sign of showing his own superiority.[/blockquote][/blockquote]

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[OOC: Shut up, I am so not ruining the mood. But it begged to be said. And I thought you were going to throw it back at some random servant... And why white, CC, WHY WHITE!?]

Jill ignored the head lying a few metres away for him, instead opting to laugh. "Shishishi, Bel. The King is hungry,"

[/b] he sneered, gesturing towards himself. "And you're standing in the way."[/b]

Bel didn't look like he was about to make a movement any time soon, so Rasiel stepped forwards, acting as if his younger brother wasn't even there. He was beneath the prince's notice, anyway.

As he walked forwards, Rasiel's feet made a soft padding noise on the stone ground. It wasn't that he was stepping lightly; no, he was a prince, and princes walked with confidence. There was no hesitation in his steps, even as he drew closer and closer to Bel, only surety and slow, deliberate steps.

"Shocked into silence?"[/b] Siel mocked, his grin never faltering. "Shishishi.[/b]

The archway to the kitchen was just up ahead, and through the jumble of faceless servants - why didn't they get out of his, the Prince's way? - he could make out a few benches, lined with delicious smelling food. A wonderful aroma, to be sure.

However, Rasiel's face reflected none of this. He continued his leisurely stride forward, just to the side of his twin and fully intending to smash his shoulder against Bel's as he walked by.

The Prince should get the first ticket to the food, after all.

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[OOC: Stone walls, stone ceilings, stone floor...they're in a freakin' Victorian Era castle. And a shirt two sizes too big wouldn't really drag along the floor..right?]

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[OOC: because I'm a prince because white is awesome. N

"Shishishi, Bel. The King is hungry. And you're standing in the way."

For a moment, he didn't understand what Siel was talking about. That was, until his elder brother gestured to himself. From behind his layered, neat fringe, Bel's eyes sparked with fury, and one hand plunged into the pockets of his garments, a movement that surely wouldn't be unnoticed by the other twin.

But then, infuriatingly, smugly, Siel began to walk towards him. And the steps weren't the hurried ones that a child would make. No, they were the conceited wide steps of an adult with an air of dignity and arrogance. Just that was enough to make him quiver with indignation. If Siel was going to act like a stuck-up brat, then fine. (Bel had no idea he was acting as a stuck-up brat anyway, but there was nobody around to tell him off.)

"Shocked into silence?"

Three knives found themselves in his possession as soon as Siel uttered the sentence. "Shishishi, more shocked to see that you'd actually dare to challenge the real prince,"

[/color] he smirked, taking a step forward resolutely. He spun a knife in his right hand expertly - a warning in itself.

"It's not like you'll ever become king anyway,"[/color] Bel continued flawlessly, confidently. He was sure Siel could think of no reply now, the true prince was going to triumph, as always. "You won't even be a prince any longer if I kill you."[/color] Being selective as he was, he never remembered the times that Rasiel had bested him over and over again, so he was under the illusion that he would always be the best.

"Who can't talk now?"[/color] he grinned.

Smells from the kitchen wafted over to him, and Bel wrinkled his nose in disgust. The smell of animal oil was overwhelming. He longed for sushi, but that could wait until this stupid ordeal was over. Surely Rasiel would bow to him now.[/blockquote][/blockquote]

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[OOC: VOOI, it was long and full of failnessssss CC!]

Rasiel raised his eyebrows, although they were hidden under his fringe of blond hair. The real prince? Who did Bel think he was kidding?

His hand slipped nonchalantly into his pocket, grasping a set of knives firmly and watching in amusement as his younger twin spun one around his fingers expertly. Clearly, with Bel's selective memory, he hadn't remembered just when he had learnt how to do that - and when Rasiel had been able to do it.

Siel stopped, standing squarely in front of Bel, and ready to bring his knives out at moments' notice. "Shishishi,"

[/b] he giggled, his grin stretching wider than ever. "You had such a bad memory, Bel."[/b]

Rasiel had changed his mind. He wouldn't proceed to the kitchen straight away - even though the scent of medium rare, spiced meat was calling to him.

"Haven't you forgotten who was born first?"[/b] Jill smirked, still not bringing his hand out of his pocket. At this point, it was hardly necessary - Bel probably wasn't incensed enough to attack him just yet, but Siel couldn't be sure, which was why his hand never relaxed around his weapons. "Surely you remember, don't you?"[/b] he taunted.

Pausing for a moment, Rasiel blinked. When he opened his eyes again, he let out another devilish giggle. "You can't kill me,"[/b] he grinned. "I'm the one destined to be the King, after all."[/b]

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Rasiel only seemed to be amused by Bel's efforts. Just when he thought that Siel might move past him after all (and that was the opportunity to stick knives into his back), he stopped and then spoke.

"You had such a bad memory, Bel."

Having not remembered most of the bad things that occurred to him, Bel had no idea what his brother was talking about. He opened his mouth to snarl a response back, but Rasiel was speaking again in that despised arrogant commanding voice. Born first? What did that matter? The true genius would obviously win.

"Shishishi, being born first isn't a privilege, idiot,"

[/color] Bel drawled, selecting a knife from one of the three he took out. "Being born first doesn't mean you're better, oldie!" Bel teased. He was only a kid, after all. "It means you're going to get arthritis first, and die first! I'm obviously the one fit to be on the throne."[/color]

Spinning the knife in one hand, he blinked and brought it to Rasiel's throat in one smooth motion. It was hovering an inch from cutting the skin. And underneath that lay the royal blood, just begging to be spilled...

"Ushishishi, now make way for the crown prince, loser."[/color][/blockquote][/blockquote]

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[OOC: Crap. Really really really crap. For me in the near future...PRINCEST GUH]

Rasiel giggled as he felt the cold knife edge touch his bare throat. Bel had been quite fast, to be sure - however, he wasn't the only one.

"Shishishi,"

[/b] he laughed again, finally extracting a knife and stepping back quickly, away from Bel's blade. "Did Bel really think he could be the crown prince?"[/b] he mocked playfully, the grin loosening slightly to a wide smile.

"Didn't you know?"[/b] Rasiel spoke, feigning ignorance. "The ones who are born first always get the throne, silly brother.[/b]

Suddenly lashing forward, Siel made a swiping gesture with his own knife towards Bel's, with the intent to knock it to the ground. "I'm going to be the King~"[/b] he giggled in a sing-song voice.

"Besides,"[/b] Rasiel laughed teasingly, retreating once more. "If i died first, you'd be right behind me."[/b][/blockquote]

[OOC: Oh god full of text...CC don't hate me...oh wait, YOU STILL OWE ME]

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Bel's own grin grew more pronounced, arrogant, and generally creepier as Rasiel took a step back. He knew that his twin would finally accept it sooner or later, that Bel, the younger twin, would be king. Siel taking a step back would be the beginning of a whole new empire, of Prince- no, King Bel. The younger twin frowned. King Bel didn't sound nice. It made him sound old, and he pictured himself with a mustache. No, that was not good at all. As soon as he became king, he would order it that all kings will be referred to as princes. And princes can be sub-princes. Whatever.

But then Rasiel laughed, and he snapped out of his daze.

"Did Bel really think he could be the crown prince?"

Bel's grin diminished slightly. What was Rasiel trying to say...

"Didn't you know? The ones who are born first always get the throne, silly brother. I'm going to be the King~"

The prince's eyes narrowed in anger. How dare Siel deny the true ruler? But then suddenly, he caught a flash reflected the light, and turned just in time to see a knife dancing his way. His instincts told him to duck, but that was dangerous - Siel could easily throw a finishing attack. Instead, he half-complied, dancing backwards and ducking at the same time to barely escape the knife.

"Besides, if I died first, you'd be right behind me."

Hearing that, Bel giggled. "Shishishi! That's where you're wrong, ugly monster!"

[/color] he grinned in delight, his mind flicking through all the fairy tales that he had read by himself.

"It's like in fairy tales, iiiidiot," he continued, grin widening. "The elder brother was always an idiot while the younger one was the smartest, and the hero, and always won the princess. Oh, and of course, the younger one - that would be me -"[/color] he interjected unnecessarily, "- would always get a happy ending while the ugly brother - that's you - would die a horrible and pathetic death in a pit of lava."[/color]

Those thoughts made him giggle insanely at the thought of pushing Rasiel into a pit of lava, or stabbing him until there was no more blood to bleed.

"Ushishishi! All that blood~"[/color] Bel hissed with delight.[/blockquote][/blockquote]

[OOC: LOL, Oh Max (and anyone who stalks this thread, because I see you stalkers! Not) You're going to love this post xD Kind of. I love RPing Bel as a kid, I get to refer to all those kiddy things and Santa Clause and everything...ahhh...Not that I did refer to Santa.]

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[OOC: LOL I LIKE IT. I LIKE IT VERY MUCH!!! But now I'm museless...all because of YOU. *runs for the friggin hills at the mention of princest* AGGG THE GAME.]

Siel blinked, only half paying attention to his brother's rant about fairy tales, only catching the parts about idiots, princesses, and lava.

His jaw slackened, the grin slipping for a moment. "What did you say?"

[/b] Rasiel seethed, hidden eyes narrowing at the very thought of dying in a pit of lava. Then another thought occurred to him, and suddenly, the grin was back, more powerful than ever.

"Shishishi, Bel,"[/b] Rasiel laughed childishly, realising the stupidity of one of his statements. "Ugly monster?"[/b] Another fit of giggles erupted from the boy. "Ugly? If I'm ugly, then you're ugly too, stupid Bel!"[/b]

Rasiel suddenly leaned closer, a quick, sharp movement, the knife in his hand whipping forward towards the sides of Bel's throat where he could feel that delightful pulse. Another hand dug hastily inside his pocket for another sheaf of knives, ready to be used at moment's notice.

His grin grew more arrogant. "Didn't you know, Bel?"[/b] Siel cooed, giggling insanely. "The first born is always the crown prince~"

Rasiel's eyes glazed over - not that they could be seen by another person - as he imagined the commoners all kneeling down before him, King Rasiel! And he could imagine poor, poor Bel standing in the corner, sulking. And maybe as King, he'd get rid of the title of prince so the only other position Bel could hold would be a peasant...

Or a princess, if his brother was really that desperate. Rasiel's mouth opened, emitting a high, loud giggle, imagining the scene.

"The only blood that will be spilled is yours, ushishishi."[/b]

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[OOC: So horrible...I need inspiration to write funny stuff. CC, give me inspiration!]

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[OOC: That was terrible and failsome! xDD I see your siggy and I keep thinking it's Squalo saying this instead of Siel LOL]

Bel was still half in the daydream about killing his brother and being a hero when he noticed Rasiel grin out of the corner of his eye. The younger boy was suddenly fully alert, and he did not like what he was hearing. Him? A prince? Being ugly? Who was Siel kidding? Bel was obviously the most handsome prince in all of the universe!

He failed to see that his brother looked exactly the same as him.

"Shishishi, you're admitting you're ugly, Siel?"

[/color] Bel laughed, tossing his head, and liking how his bangs shifted to the side and how they fell back into place perfectly. "Besides, everyone knows that I'm a thousand times prettier than you."[/color] Once again, he was caught in the illusion of a selective memory, and the truth was distorted around him.

But Bel liked it that way. He didn't have to worry about what others thought, because he was a prince and the thinking fashion of peasants hardly concerned someone of royalty like him.

Then Rasiel suddenly leapt forward, and before Bel could react there was something knife-cold against his throat. He could almost feel the knife cutting cleanly through his neck and leaving a trail of royal blood. Unwillingly, Bel found himself holding his breath. He let it out, slowly, and without warning, stepped backwards.

"The first born, dear brother, is only the king if he lives that long, shishishi,"[/color] he smirked.[/blockquote][/blockquote]

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[OOC: Here we go...attempt at knifing BEGIN! And I sure hope as hell Jill can use wires. One other thing. Six year old Rasiel must have a LOT of bicep-power to get that puny knife to slice through Bel's neck completely. No matter how anorexic Bel is.]

Rasiel was still imagining slicing forward and watching a spurt of blood spray from the fresh wound as Bel stepped backwards, beyond the older prince's range. He pouted, righting himself by rocking back on his heels before standing normally.

"I'm hurt, dear brother!"

[/b] Siel grinned mockingly, spreading his arms out wide. Behind them, near invisible wires glinted ever so slightly in the small amount of sunlight that filtered through the window, giving the impression that the knives that hung on them were floating in mid air. "And anyway,"[/b] at this Rasiel's mouth stretched even wider in his grin, "Don't you think King Rasiel sounds so much better than King Bel?"[/b]

Rasiel threw back his head and laughed. "Shishishi. No one is prettier than the King,"[/b] he stated arrogantly, lowering his arms slightly.

"The future King, of course,"[/b] he amended after a pause, thinking of the current king. "Who will be me, and only me."[/b]

"You could be queen though, Bel, if you like,"[/b] Rasiel added thoughtfully, after a moment's pause.

And with that, he lunged forward, letting fly with the dozen knives that had been hidden, watching with anticipation as they descended on the younger twin as if in slow motion, all the time grinning happily.
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[OOC: King Rasiel DOES sound better than King Bel, though. Credit for the queen part goes to Pie-san, CC better like this <_< Princest fetish appeased?]

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[OOC: I know, that's true. That's why Bel's going to be a prince and the princes are gonna be subprinces, remember? LOL (You'll like this, Max, xDDD)]

Confident again that Rasiel would have no reply, Bel merely stood there and smirked. He caressed the knives hidden in his pocket, curving his finger over their razor-sharp tip. They weren't like ordinary knives; no, they had their own beauty and he was certain of that, even if it took a prince to see it.

He was hardly listening as Siel spoke the word kings ten times with one breath. He did catch parts about King Rasiel sounding better than King Bel. Grinning, Bel told him the solution that had been brewing in his mind.

"Shishishi, the word king is just stu~pid,"

[/color] he said in a sing-song voice. "When I become king, everyone's going to refer to me as Prince Bel. The title 'King' can be ditched forever, as well as your dead body."[/color]

And so he stood, one hand in pocket, daydreaming about all the riches and prosperity about becoming king. Until, of course...

"You could be queen though, Bel, if you like."

Bel snapped out of his daze. Did Rasiel, his hated brother, his competitor, just acknowledge him for something? "YES!"[/color] he said, without thinking, and then he realized what he had just said. "I mean no!"[/color] he amended hurriedly.

But he had no time to throw any more insults. A dozen previously hidden knives were coming soaring towards him. Eyes widening, he ducked and twisted, and then jumped to evade them. One of them flew so close to his hair that it almost tangled in it. Suddenly sweaty hands gripped knives and he flung them out wildly, too stressed and surprised by the sudden attack to aim properly. He got up and started running, randomly shooting a few knives down the corridor as he went.[/blockquote][/blockquote]

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[OOC: LOL Why do I imagine Fran dropping knives behind his back when you talk about Bel shooting knives behind him? ]

"Yes! I mean no!"

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Rasiel's mouth twitched, threatening to open in his surprise. Had Bel just...agreed? Never mind. He grinned as his younger twin twisted to dodge the knives, sending a few back in response. They were off target, wild throws that barely grazed past Siel. Bel must have really been caught off guard to be so surprised. What must he have been thinking about?

"Ushishishi~"[/b] Rasiel giggled, watching his brother flee down the corridor, randomly throwing knives back in a vain attempt to distract him. The blond boy carefully drew a few knives from another pocket, fanning them out as he strode confidently down after Bel, skipping past the errant knives flying his way.

Watching Bel start to get further away, Siel frowned. He might have to start running too, lest his brother actually escape. However, in the direction Bel was heading, there could be some congestion in the hallways, caused by servants heading towards the dining room. Bel might actually not have anywhere to run, soon.

"Oh snap,"[/b] Rasiel laughed out loud, raising his knives to eye height. Then he flung them down the corridor, breaking out into a full out sprint behind them.[/blockquote]

[OOC: OH SNAP! LOL, hope you enjoy CC]

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[OOC: Shut it. xDD]

Bel was aware that Siel was behind him and watching his every move like a hawk. He expected a dozen knives searing into his back at any moment, but when they did not come, he began to be slightly hopeful. Maybe if he could escape, he could create a defense system. Right now, turning around and facing his brother was like saying hello to death. And that was something the prince never wanted to do.

But then, with an 'oh snap', Rasiel began to pelt after him, and Bel doubled his speed. He no longer sent knives flying at Siel - it wouldn't work, and his knives would be wasted and part of Siel's collection. Skidding around the corner, Bel stopped and panted, clutching a stitch and chest heaving. Before Rasiel came, he had to set up traps...

Turning around, he realized that the hallway was filled with servants. But that wasn't the main idea. Grabbing his knives, he quickly stabbed them into the opposite walls of the hallways. Within seconds, he had created a spider-web thing, with knives around the edges and deadly razor-sharp wires at it's center. Then he turned to the servants bustling about, and his expression was deadly serious that anyone who saw him would believe him immediately.

"If anyone comes close to me, or gets in my way, I'll kill you."

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Because Belphegor was not losing to Rasiel again.[/blockquote][/blockquote]