There were two divines,
One so lonely and the other was quite fine.

Those two had the power to explore,
From the world of magic to the depths of Gore.

Hell & Heaven, their persona portray,
Loyalty in one's blood while the other would betray.

What made the difference in between,
Was the way they were treated until they hit fifteen.

Both had the rights to start their villian Arc.
But one had the power to hide it's painful sorrowed marks.

They could have ended their lives if one wouldn't have support the other,
Killed their clan but saved their mother.

The siblings were rival, held a unnatural motif with a broken frame,
They knew exactly who to blame.

Turns out the mother was the actual imposter,
Realisation hit hard while life felt like a real rollercoaster.

Nausea kicked in, how disgusted they felt,
Mother was the person now they had to harshly dealt.

The siblings teamed up with the motive to kill, their aim was clearly brave,
Slayed so brutally, even a part wasn't left to bury in the grave.

Finally the blood ones turned back to peace,
Getting over the fact that a traitor had finally deceased.

© Fifa 🦋