some of us are still looking up at the stars

Mornings were never the best time of the day, if you asked him. Usually, he slept like a damned log until the first hours of the afternoons and anyone who’d try to wake him up before that, well, they’d find themselves with a very angry, very little sociable and most of all very deadly man growling right in their face.

Not much of a good start (and that's only if you got lucky).

«Rouge brought home another guy last night.» Vincent said over lunch--or brunch, if you considered Kastor’s routine. The older brother hummed in response. «Seriously, she shows no shame sometimes… I believe it’s been what, a day since she broke up with her last boyfriend?»

«What about you fuck off with your false sense of morality, Cherry Boy? It’s too early for this.»

A growl echoed in the room. «Watch your language, brother. There’s nothing bad in wanting your own sister to behave better.»

«Behave better? Hah! As if that will help with anything.» Kastor snarled, canines bare in a hateful growl. «You know pretty well that that won’t save us, little brother. We’ve fallen. No matter how much you don’t want to see that, but we’re Sins incarnated and we’re bound to live up to them.»

That was not a conversation he was going to have--again--after waking up, so he cut it short. 

Or tried to.

«You say that because you don’t give a flying damn about anyone else! What about Rea? Fer? Nora? Don’t you care about what it will mean to them?!»

«Vincent, for once in your lifetime, get your head out of your prideful ass and listen to me.» The man (if he could still be called that) all but growled, his grip on his mug of coffee causing it to crack. He was losing his patience. «There’s no fucking salvation waiting behind the corner. I know, you know, everyone knows. It told us when this shit started ages ago. You should abandon yourself to your Sin and stop trying to be the saint of the situation because you’re just as corrupted as we all are.»

A hand went to Kastor’s throat just as he finished that sentence. His golden eyes shot up to meet the icy blue ones of his brothers--both of their stares cold, serious, almost promising of dark desires.

The older brother laughed. «You pride yourself to be better than the others, but here you go succumbing to my sin’s pull. Pathetic.»

Vincent let go after a few seconds, sense coming back to him as a wave of consciousness. «… I will not stop. I know I can just find a way to free us from this curse. I know.»

«As you wish, Cherry Boy.»

Mornings were indeed the worst part of the day, especially when his brother decided to be blinded by his desire and ignore everything else. Even logic and reality. Kastor admittedly accepted his fate of Wrath’s incarnation long ago (and acted upon it since the beginning, committing acts anyone else would be simply horrified about), so he didn’t understand how Vincent failed to notice that his supposed resistance to it was just futile.

His pride blinded him too much for his own good.

Still, Kastor shrugged to himself. They were all damned: when God chose them as incarnations, their fate was decided apparently. Traitors just like Judas. Menaces just like the first Sin that corrupted humanity, according to the legends.

Part of him expected another fight to break off sooner or later, to be honest. Like one of those told since the ancient times, the Greatest Good and the Upcoming Bad that would decide the fate of the mankind.

Oooh, the possibility of going up against the new wave of valiant warriors, defenders of the holy Virtues, just made his Sin ache with longing.

If a war was to be expected, then he’ll bring forth all the destruction he could think of.