We will never be the kinds of sister who braid one another's hair or giggle over a crush. It is quite clear where things stand. My sister is madly devoted to our brother, whilst I have enjoyed the ecstasy of pain at the hands of another brother. And the third is my companion in our holy crusades for knowledge.
The world is different for those of us who serve a great purpose. I pity those who will never know what it is to be children of a true god.
"Immensely. It's rife with subjects of interest, sister dear."
My eyes darken as I look the older girl over. It does not bother me that she is in charge of our family, but I do not know her, and I feel the irrepressible need to show her that this is my family, too, as surely as it is hers.
"Our brother, Kult, is a more than capable partner. We have enjoyed our outings."
A slow, satisfied smile creeps across my lips. There is the potential for trouble but I doubt it will come to fruition. The slight bubbling of tension is more than enough to keep things interesting, without upsetting the balance. For just as she would, I would do anything for my family.
Khaos forbid mother has any more girl children. I am not certain our family would be able to hold.
Nicia's words draw my attention from studying, once more, the wounds that cover Raelnyx's body. I still have not heard the story of their making. I long to do so. Perhaps our seductress sister will be able to pry the words from his lips, but I feel a flash of jealousy at her casual caresses. Whether for me or my brother, I do not know.
"There is nothing to tell for me, sister. We are here, as ever, ready to serve when we are needed." I give Kult a sideways glance, knowing a bit of his restlessness. "We do, however, wish there was more diversity in our studies."
One can only tear apart otters for so long.
the academic executioner
daughter of carnage and killgore