Chapter 1

It is always a spectacle when Alaric and his two brothers meet. You see they are triplets and that in itself has always been a thing of wonder to people around them, not to mention we are not bad on the eyes. At 6'3 feet tall with silky black hair and hazel eyes that have been called come-hither bedroom eyes by previous lovers, they have never lacked partners.

But there was always that missing factor, that something they desired, yet never broached.

Alaric watched his two brothers stand at the door of their grandfather's old apartment complex. The fucking place was as old as Methuselah, yet the old man had made them promise never to sell it. So the three worked hard to keep the place, refusing to sell to developers when it would have been a short cut to getting rich.

"Alpha, Apollo, it is nice to see you brothers." Alaric hugged my brothers as we stood there. It had been a year since he had last seen them and despite phone calls and video chats, he had missed these two.

They had always been close, people say triplets and twins are close but their bond always seemed more. Like three pieces of a whole. They had supported each other through everything, through their parents death at sixteen and moving in with our grandfather. The brothers had been strongest support when Alaric decided to pursue political science, as he was to them when Alpha joined the army and Apollo went to work in banking. Together through thick and thin has always been their creed.

"Let's see what the old man left for us. I've always been curious what it was." Apollo said to his brothers as they went down the hall way to their grandfather's bedroom.

In the room they found an odd box.

"What the fuck! Who put that there? I swear, it was not there when I cleaned this place up." Apollo said in bemusement.

The three of them got closer to the box as if in a spell. Then everything went dark.