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It was Mammon, as usual, who broke their tense silence. Lucifer masked his surprise very well as the second born continued his rant, letting his frustration, yelling and screaming questions that masked the hurt underneath. They could all hear the hurt and the confusion, as badly hidden as it was, they all felt the same, but some were more stubborn in hiding it. They were questions they all had, how could Lord Diavolo not tell them, hide this from them? Eve was their sister, a long-buried secret inside the House of Lamentation.
They had all known, except they didn’t, as Satan sat in the corner, hands fisted in his jeans and they were shaking. He had always known there was something, a secret he had no answer to and now he knew. Because he had not been there, in the beginning, when the brothers had fallen all those years ago and left something precious behind. He had known of Lilith, so why had they never mentioned Eve? The Devildom was all Satan had known, from the moment he came into existence, this had been his home for so long, but the others had a home before this, a home amongst light and beauty. Before the too cold nights and the scorching hot days, where there was no true sun and it was always bleak.
Satan had known of Lilith, had sat and learned everything he could about her, though he never felt the same connection as the others had, she was his sister and he wished to know all he could about her. So how could they keep another secret, hidden under so much lock and key, had they not gone to the castle that day, Satan would never have found out. Would they have kept her hidden forever? Would they have ever spoken of her, had he not been there to witness it?
Eve was beautiful, she shimmered and shone so brightly, that Satan found it painful to look at her. He could hardly dismiss the resemblance between Eve and Lucifer, had her hair been black and her eyes red, Satan would have thought of them as twins. But she didn't have black hair, it was silver and her eyes were not red, but ocean blue with swirls of reds and orange. She wore an intricate white dress, weaved with gold and her wings lay flat against her back, showing her agitation at the sight of the brothers. But Satan did not miss the look she gave him as she passed, her eyes catching him and he did not miss the curiosity in them as she walked away from them, Satan didn't miss the hideous, awful cross that had been carved onto her forehead and he had failed to hide his flinch at the sight of it. He had watched as she walked away, dress billowing out behind her, as her wings moved in synch with her movements and she ignored the calls and yells of her name.
Eve was beautiful and he wondered why they never told him of the sister that stood alive almost the clouds, that seemed to sing mystery and curiosity to him. Eve was like a book that had been forgotten and rediscovered after years, locked away in the dark, beginning to be opened and read once again. He didn't know why he felt this connection, why he felt the need to know more about her, why he had never known.
He could hardly ignore the voice in his head, lost in thought as his brothers' voices' rolled over him.
"You never belonged."
"You're not one of them."