"You remind me of the famous witch hunters, Hansel and Gretel." He watched her carefully.
"I do?" She faked a surprise.
"Yes...so pray tell, what will you do if you came across a witch or warlock?"
Her eyes scanned the area first before they rested on him again. A smirk appeared on her face as she gave a reply.
      "I'd burn 'em to ashes milord."
...

      Cries filled the air, cries of women, children and men who were caught up in the fire or who lost a loved one. It was a horrible and grievous night...many died.
      A little girl lamented and wailed out loud for her mother, she had a terrible ghastly and painful burn at her left foot. No one answered her, no one paid heed to her.
Amidst the sorrowful weeping of people, four brothers where instructed by their parents to escape as fast as they could.
While running, one spotted the little girl and went to help her without minding his brothers continuous shout of disapproval.
       "Hold on tight, make sure you don't let go!"
The boy instructed the girl and she nodded with teary face while tightening her hold round his neck so she wouldn't fall off his back. The five tried as much as they could to escape.
What happened that night left a deep scar.
       But who would've thought that these young youths would grow up differently. No one...
They ruled over a small village, they became strong and shared an unbreakable bond...but will that bond last?
The little girl they took in as their sister turned out to be their most desired obsession...
Will the brothers despise each other?
Will their obsession ruin their bond?

PRISTINE BROTHERHOOD

 It was already noon time and Celeste was boiling in anger, he angrily took off his cravat tie along with his coat. Leaving only his black vest. 


 He ran his fingers through his hair, pushing his front hair backward. He felt heat all round his body so he irritatedly took off his vest as well, leaving him with his loose white long sleeve shirt. 


 The top buttons came undone, baring a little of his muscled chest. When the carriage finally stopped, he pushed the door open and stepped out without waiting for the coachman to help him. 


 "Take those clothes out of the carriage." 


Celeste instructed the shocked coachman who stared at him in confusion as to why he was only wearing a loose shirt. 


 Celeste didn't bother to explain more, he just went on. Climbing the stairs leading to the entrance of his home, he was received by his butler. The butler had a confused look. 


 "Welcome, my lord." He welcomed him and Celeste nodded with a hard smile as he strode past him. 


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