"Bro.th.er"
Scott stuttered, his voice suddenly becoming hoarse just by staring at his brother.
How many years has it been? ... Four years since he last saw his brother and now, he was in front of him but he felt him far away.
His blond long hair had been trimmed to a short one, nicely styled and cool which made him, Neville cute.
He noticed his chins were beginning to rumple but it was hardly noticeable.
So much had changed in Neville, his imposing height which made him look fearsome or the golden armour which made him glisten in the sun... Everything has changed... His brother had grown so much that he knew he wouldn't even be able to catch up to him in power.
"My princess"
Neville said, ignoring Scott's tense and emotional state of mind, even acting like he wasn't there...
He passed by Scott, his shoulder grazing slightly into Scott's, and after, he knelt with a knee up and got hold of Princess Cara's palm in his with a smile.
"I'm sorry for making you panic"
Neville said, this time, he stood up while Cara just looked up at him, tense too.
She hadn't expected Neville, even though had acted cold to others to even treat his brother the same. Maybe Scott is already not in the world, left alone to the turmoil of his own world.
"Okay"
She replied and withdrew her hand from his and immediately, her personal maid, Silva quickly appeared beside her and took her away.
Leaving out Neville who was now as devastated as his brother, Scott.
The royal vampires by now had stopped their patrol, all watching the two brothers left in dismay and maybe anger.
Scott erupted in anger while the tears he had tried holding within him couldn't contain his tears.
He slowly turned back, his hand trembling.
"Why?"
Neville turned back, facing his brother with an expressionless face.
"You are weak" He replied "You are hardly stronger than the last time I left you"
"At least you should have been happy to see me..."
"You are mistaken, I'm happy to see no one... Not even you or what's within you"
Now that statement infuriated Scott.
He lost it and charged at his brother blindly. One... Two... Three steps and he got to him, then sent a punch across his face with all the strength he had in him and amped with his angry scream to make his punch force more stronger.
There was a loud bang that sent tremor to the earth core on the impact of the attack, dust rippled in the air.
Scott felt something, he was sure he had hit him, he was damn sure.
"Pathetic"
Neville's voice mocked and when the dust cleared, Neville had his punch in his palm, unmoving from a spot, not even fazed or cracked.
Scott looked shocked...
"Weak"
He drew Scott closer to himself effortlessly and with little effort, he smashed him on the ground.
"You still have a long way to go kiddo"
He pulled Scott from the ground, his previous attack had created a crate on the floor.
"Bro.th.er"
Scott gulped. His body was bruised.
"I'm not your brother...!"
He bellowed, his face briefly turning black and then normal, then he superspeed with Scott in his grip and hit him on the castle wall.
He pulled him aside and smashed him on the ground.
Scott groaned with no strength left within him, he was battered to the ground like a kid...
Neville stepped on his chest with a smirk.
"Don't try to raise your hand on me ever again, little brother"
With those words, Neville stepped away but Scott struggled to get up, now he was in a worse shape... But he wasn't backing down.
"Maybe you are right Brother... I am weak, pathetic and a kid... But you can never break my will... Not now, Not today and not tomorrow"
He smiled. Neville frowned and in a blink, he had Scott in his arm and the next second, Scott could be seen crashing on the castle wall.
Scott fell with a thud and with all his strength, he got up but this time, one of his arms was broken.
"Neville..."
He muttered and a tear dropped from his eyes. Immediately the little drop of water splashed on the ground, the sky turned dark..
General Michel who had been standing at his pace had watched what had been going on between the brothers.
His men had wanted to stop the fight but he had known better and had stopped his men.
Why wouldn't he? He is Neville... The brutal warlord and the personal bodyguard of the Supreme one. He also doubted if his own strength could have stopped Neville if things got worse.
He watched as Scott punched Neville, the punch that had created a crack in the dirt and had produced a huge amount of dust, even though he would have felt the impact but he had seen Neville hold the punch in one place without even moving.
One question bugged his mind, Maybe Neville really had a similar amount to Eramus Mathias the demon king.
But as he watched, the new lad, Neville was never broken... He admired his courage and his indomitable will but some people can never be beaten with those. If the fight had ranged, Neville won't think twice before killing his brother.
Suddenly, the sky turned dark... Like a solar eclipse was happening.
He could hear the sudden and surprise gasp of everyone, not even Neville was excluded but then, there was something spectacular about Scott he was watching.
His body seemed to start radiating some unknown source of energy so that he could feel the vibration.
Rain began to fall and the sky rumbled in fury, threatening to make a bang but no, that was not the case, Scott's hair seemed to grow longer and glow brightly... His eyes flickered and brightened.
Wait... Lord Scott? The dead brother of the Supreme one couldn't be alive... But he couldn't finish digesting this mystery when Scott attacked.
As Scott a took a step, his fist clenched so hard that he felt he could destroy anything in his path with a punch, the ground cracked, the momentum producing a huge gust of wind and he took another step, this time more stronger and again, another step and in a flash, he zeroed in on his older brother, this time jumping high and bringing his punch down while the rain continued to drop
"You-Can-Never-break-my-will!!"
He screamed while he descended low on his brother with his fist aiming on his surprised brother's face and with a released rage, he connected his fist on his face.
Thunder struck and the sky suddenly cleared and it became day again.
A strong wave cleared everything in its path away, the unlucky royal guards were blown away while the strong ones disappeared from the wave.
Only a sole being stood right in front of Scott, no... They are two.
Neville was still standing, not even acting fazed but then, there was a man on a royal blue Armour standing protectively in front of Neville... His arms crossed protectively across his face but bruised like it had peered off withstanding a great force of hit..
Who was this man? A man of great aura of power? Black hair, pale face but evil and void of life..
"Supreme one?"
Neville gasped.