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Are there two identical people, is he confused between the two? Or, is it the other way around. Lucifer was Althea's brother in the underworld. Ornan was Azzazal's brother. If I remember correctly, my mother said something about Ornan and his brother. She said Ornan's brother Azzazal will never let him kill me again. If what I understood from their conversation is correct, then me and that Althea are the same. Then where is Azzazal? Is Darius and Azzazal are the same.

Prince Ares has a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Hey you two, no teasing!" I say knowingly at them "Fine!" Ares resigns, lifting his hand in surrender. “But to answer your question Hermione I have only one brother; Prince Helios.” No… no Prince Helios? … He can't be... can he? I stand to my feet shakily; the whole place is spinning slowly "Hermione are you okay?" I hear faintly, black dots covering my vision...

Lovis Albertine patted the other man over his shoulder and Frore realized the other man was his brother. She didn't know anything about Lovis Albertine's family except for the fact that he lost his last family member twenty years ago. Perhaps, it was Lovis Albertine's brother, who was the last family member. So logically, she was watching a dead man right now. Frore's curiosity peaked. What was happening? She wanted to know now. “ Show me the stone, brother. ” Lovis Albertine urged Duncan Albertine who grinned sheepishly at him. “ You know we can't see it before our father, brother. ” Duncan Albertine refused politely and Lovis Albertine sighed out.

Something was wrong, but what could it be? Then the sound of clapping of hands echoed through the room, and a faint chuckle followed. Ronan moved me behind him, then he growled. “Ronan?” I spoke softly. It was clear that he knew who it was, but I wasn’t able to see anything. All I could see was a black figure standing in the doorway. “Hello dear brother.” The voice said, and my heart froze. Brother? Ronan had a brother? Why didn’t he tell me?

He doesn't answer , instead he brushes past me to the centre of the hall to stand beside Callum. My stomach tighten. What's going on? “I guess I should introduce myself properly, I am Dorian Darkwood. Leonidas's brother.” Blood drains from my face.

“Who betrayed you?” His smile falters, the playful charm dissipating like mist under a cold wind. A shadow passes across those piercing sapphire eyes, and for the briefest moment, I glimpse something sharp beneath the gentleman’s polish. Something that doesn’t belong in a civilised café. “My foolish younger brother,” he says at last, his tone slower, heavier. “Drelduin.” He lets the name hang there, as if testing whether I recognise it. There’s a subtle shift in the air that's thicker somehow, and heavier. My skin prickles as though the temperature has dropped.

The Luna sighed, picked the bracelet back up, and slid it on again, thoughtful. "Why haven't I heard about this? Which lucky wolf is it?" I pressed my lips together and gave his name. "Graham Lyall. Your second son." At that, the Luna sat up straight. She had two sons. The elder was Damien Lyall, who carried the Lycan bloodline and would be the next Alpha. The younger was Graham Lyall, solitary by nature and a formidable fighter.

"Though I'm flattered you think I sound maternal." Cassie's eyes snapped open. She knew that voice. It was Dom. Dominic Hale. Marcus's younger brother and the black sheep the family didn't talk about at dinner parties because he was too embarrassing, too reckless, too everything that old money feared. "Go away, Dominic," Cassie said. "It's Dom," he corrected. "And I would, but you're sitting against the door and I'm assuming you don't want me to shove it open and send you sprawling across expensive outerwear."

The old Don’s face didn't show much. He sat up a little straighter. "Who's the lucky boy who's caught your eye?" My nails dug into my palm. "Your second son. Vitale." I watched the muscle in his brow ease. I'd guessed right. The old Don had two sons. Victor, the firstborn, his chosen heir. Vitale was colder and harder, and refused to be drawn into Family business. The Pacino Family couldn't refuse a Medici alliance. The old Don had chosen me, so one way or another, I would be marrying into his Family.

"V-Voldemort." Some staff members flinched at the name. The cold sweat was still pouring off Albus' face, and he talked again. "Tom Marvolo Riddle was the birth name of Lord Voldemort. He was one of my students here in Hogwarts. I was the one that delivered his acceptance letter at the orphanage when he was eleven years old." Albus Dumbledore said with labored breathing. He looked up to Erik, and found him smiling at him. "See? Was it that difficult?"