Kevin and Kyle sat on the floor, staring at the wolf-man that stood at the entrance to their abode. It had been a week since Kyle gained the ability to keep memories, and this somehow brought a close to the never-ending cycle of bewilderment, depression, and falling into an unconscious state. As for Kevin, there was no change. He continued to remain a headache, an undecipherable and incomprehensible mess. It had taken weeks to realize that the two could communicate telepathically, many more to gain access to, through what they had dubbed the ‘party chat’.

[Ah yes, the big bad wolf makes his return. Any guesses as to what it’s gonna be this time?] Kevin asked his twin in what seemed to be a whimsical tone.

[Feeding time.] Kyle returned, scowling as he kept his gaze on the vicious beast. [It's most definitely feeding time.] The very thought of it had already put him in a foul mood. His hatred for ‘feeding time’ was greater than anything else, which wasn’t much considering that the servant only bothered to interact with the twins whenever they needed to be changed, or fed, or sometimes maybe even both.

Raayu, the sacrificial lamb amongst his peers, was charged with caring for the twins. His mind was clear and his senses were heightened as he warily scouted the room. Upon completing his self-imposed, mandatory routine and concluding that nothing paranormal would occur, he placed the two flasks of meals into his strap-on belt, walking onwards with his trusty amulet of protection. Every step he took filled him with dread, feeling like an innocent lamb walking into the helm of a monster den. He wanted nothing more than to turn around and be as far away from the scarlet-eyed abomination as he could be.

These feelings were all in his head, a placebo effect caused by the paranoia associated with the scarlet eyes. Ask any of these servants what they feared about it, most would say because it was a harbinger of grave misfortune. Ask them why they feared it and they all would say it was because their fathers feared it. Ask the fathers why they feared it and they would say that their fathers before them feared it. The people of Terra had long forgotten the true meaning behind it, and the fear of the unknown had led to this widely-spread paranoia; excluding the elven nobility who feared it for other reasons, but that was a story for another time.

Enough with the exposition! It tends to leave a sour taste if done for too long. We must return to the story at hand. Now, where were we?

As much as Raayu wished to turn back, his pride as a servant would never allow him to abandon his duties. He pulled out the first flask, starting with the scarlet-eyed twin so that he could be done with him as soon as possible. Shoving the flask and forcing its contents down the unwilling Kyle’s throat, much to his displeasure, keeping it in place until not even a drop was left.

He continued by giving Kevin, who was most likely just as displeased based on his attempt at an extremely futile resistance, the same exact treatment. With the contents of the second flask being halfway downed, something shattered Raayu’s amulet of protection. That was when he began to feel it, an intimidating aura that soon encompassed the entire room. What started as nothing more than a small, kindling spark, transformed into a blazing, crimson inferno in a fraction of a second. It engulfed and threatened to consume his very being, numbing his senses momentarily, long enough for him to fall flat on his rear. He could feel the intent that came from the aura. If he were to remain, it would hack, and chop, and cleave, and sunder the filth of his form. Like any other reasonable, rational, and intellectual being, he dashed out of the room on all four, leaving behind an extremely bewildered Kyle and a Kevin who wore a smug and triumphant grin.

Perhaps there was some truth to Raayu’s paranoia after all.