When we were five years old, demons showed up at our doorstep. They killed my brother and my father, but I survived because I played dead. They cut me down and the wound was deep enough that they went on their way.
Fast forward nineteen years later, turns out Dromas' soul was brought to hell for...well, a reason I don't feel like getting into. He breaks out of hell, and since we're twins, decides he's going to try and plunge the world into war by killing ambassadors using my face and name.
All because he's pissed that I lived and he didn't.
So, I guess he's kind of in the right, but it's been a huge pain in the ass.
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So, I have this twin brother. His name's Dromas.
When we were five years old, demons showed up at our doorstep. They killed my brother and my father, but I survived because I played dead. They cut me down and the wound was deep enough that they went on their way.
Fast forward nineteen years later, turns out Dromas' soul was brought to hell for...well, a reason I don't feel like getting into. He breaks out of hell, and since we're twins, decides he's going to try and plunge the world into war by killing ambassadors using my face and name.
All because he's pissed that I lived and he didn't.
So, I guess he's kind of in the right, but it's been a huge pain in the ass.