SiblingRivalry (InvitationOnly)

[Sinfeather]

It was early in the morning, atleast five A.M. in Gotham City. The sun did not shine, the moon did not show. There was just a dull grey color in the sky, with specks of red sunlight filtering through.

Far too early to awaken the fifth sin. The fifteen year old demon rolled over in bed, rubbing his silverish tinted eyes. The clock read 5:03 and he groaned and sat up. One of his least favorite parts of living in a hellish city. There were hardly any good places to sleep that hadn't been destroyed; and therefore he had to do something that he hated most.

Sharing.

"Why do you have to set your alarm for fucking five o'clock?" he hissed at his brother in the bed across the bedroom.

(Didn't know how to start the thread haha.)

[{B}LACKUP]

Sleep left my body. I lay on my King Sized bed in Gotham City. There was no Sun. No Moon. Just Gray and Red. The effects of my father, and my siblings. Speaking of my siblings, one of them laid across the bedroom, in my bed room's single person guest bed. My bed was of the regal only a rich king could afford. It was black, formed of a revolutionary foam mattress. The white sheets were made of satin. The inner blanket was dark gray and of silk. My bed was topped and covered with a heavy, black silk comforter.

The bed lay between to large, floor to sealing unbreakable glass windows. The windows were partly drawn with black drapes. Fuzzy black carpeting covered the floor. My private quarters' walls were filled with many decorations of different things. Some were ancient artifacts, one was the shield of a Titan I had felled in battle. I had taken it as a trophy, to show my accomplishment.

My brother had been awoken by the alarm I had set. I kept the alarm on as a formality, because I had long ago formed a habit of awaking up at least 5 minutes before the alarm went off. "Because I fucking want to," I grumbled. "Get over it or blow me."

[Sinfeather]

Eaite certainly wasn't in the best of moods, but neither was Wrath. He hated getting up early, no, he despised it. With desperate attempts to retreat back to sleep, he yanked the black silk comforter back over his tousled blonde head. It was certainly darker, but not the most comfortable. Not being able to breathe under the thick blanket was an important factor, and thus he was forced to pull it back down to his chin. The light from outside peirced his eyes again and he groaned rather loudly, grabbing the soft pillow from behind his head and drowning his face in it.

"Why, of all the people, was I forced to bunk with you?" he muffled into the feather pillow. He tossed it aside and pulled his legs over the side of the bed. Dressed in green and black plaid boxers and an oversized striped tee shirt, he shook his head from side to side to clear his tiredness. "God forbid you're the only one of us who prefers to wake up before noon."

After positioning his mangled and torn teddy bear in the place he had just slept, he stood up and crossed the room, opening the closet door to grab the day's clothes.