After Sister-in-Law Tortured Me and Brother, Three God-King Siblings Went Crazy
There were two famous good-for-nothings the gods loved to gossip about.
One was me, Vera, the little princess of the Star Court, with most of my twin starblood ruined, good for nothing but eating, drinking, and playing.
The other was my twin brother Orson. His life-fire was broken, and he was unable to stand being anywhere with too many people.
But our eldest brother, Theron, was the next King of the Gods.
Our second brother, Drake, was the Dragon Sovereign, who held every gold vein of the dragon clan in his hand.
Our elder sister, Sylvia, was the heir to the Sacred Spring, the one art that could rekindle a dying life-fire.
Our mother was the last High Priestess of the Court of Chaos, born able to carry different bloodlines of the gods.
The day the star sea collapsed, Orson and I gave up most of our twin starblood to mend our siblings' fates.
They lived. They became the three strongest elders the gods had ever known.
And Orson and I became two cripples.
Our days were simple: mooch meals off our eldest brother, spend our second brother's gold, and wait for our sister to feed us.
That was until my sweet tooth carried me to a banquet thrown for Circe, the woman everyone said would become our eldest brother's bride.
At that banquet, Circe, the daughter of House Siren, held up one blurry memory echo and insisted it was me who had climbed into Lord Theron's carriage the night before, stealing her betrothal to the Divine Court.
I explained patiently, "You've got the wrong person. That was my brother. And this is my brother too."
Circe exploded on the spot. She used her power to cripple me all over again, and nearly killed Orson. "One shameless slut, one useless idiot. A match made in heaven."
It wasn't until my brother and I lay barely breathing that my three siblings tore House Siren's wards to shreds, and the whole realm of the gods shook.