Asyngritos City, the capital, was situated in the heart of the Evimeria Empire. Unlike typical sprawling, decaying metropolises, Asyngritos was exceptional; surpassing even idyllic cities, it resembled a fairytale. From the city gates, the palace was the most striking building; it seemed to float in the city center, its white walls gleaming in the morning sun. The Evimeria Empire's first empress, a known sorcerer and mage, built a suspended palace believing it unreachable by danger.
The city's design was a masterpiece with brick and tile buildings showcasing the empire's economic power. The Emperor, a slender and muscular man, gazed at the horizon from a palace window. He had no worries about the ongoing war or the economy. His only concern was his twin brother, Ciel DeCallisto, who had been away for over three years.
As a brother he was worried because he knew just how his brother's neurons worked, more to say he was his twin and his twin tuition tingled, urging him to step in and help his brother. While his brother's anger towards him was present, it paled compared to the Alphas', whom he almost sympathized with; however, his brother's suffering was unparalleled, even considering the misunderstanding. And so as a good brother and Emperor he wanted the only Prince of the Empire back home where he belonged and not on the battlefield shedding blood for three whole years.
"Your Majesty" Damiel's shadow guard appeared performing his salute, "Clark, did you perhaps forget something?" The emperor asked his voice laced with amusement. The shadow guard surprised bowed and said "Your… I mean Damiel, I apologize" the emperor burst into teasing laughter and said "Clark, that's no way to talk casually and if you bow that low, you will break your back one of these days anyway what's your report?" The emperor teasing voice was gone, replaced by his usual façade waiting for the report "Your Majesty, his highness seems to be well, except for light eye bags his complexion is healthy and he received your letter himself." Damiel was quite relieved believing that he would see his brother soon.
Away from the palace' grandeur to the luxury of the Academy a man was sitting in his office, his eyes closed massaging his temple, his carefully manicured nails gleaming in the soft chandelier light. He had a hair full of soft silver hair framing his face, his lashes curled upwards in a way that could put any lady's to shame. This man was none other than Theodore Vallysia the right prime minister and headmaster of the Arete Academy. He seemed half asleep but his trembling lashes said otherwise, then as if a spell had been broken his eyes snapped open revealing a pair of gleaming gold eyes. His eyes searched for heavens know what before he zeroed in on a blinking iridescent stone, he stood up nearly losing his balance steadying himself he walked towards it. Theodore picked up the stone which immediately stopped blinking projecting the full view of a red haired man. "Tory, are you well mon bijou en argent?" The red haired man asked. "Jesse...when are guys coming back?" Theodore asked with a sigh, his voice tinged with nostalgia. Jesse looked at him as if drinking in every last detail before saying "I'm not sure exactly when Tor but it should be in less than a..no two months" he bit his bottom lip waiting for Theodore to speak "Is he finally coming back? Is Ciel coming back yet Jess?" Theodore asked his voice a desperate whisper. "He has been called back but he hasn't yet answered, we will know by the end of the day Tor please hold on for me" Jesse said his voice pleading. "I will wait back no longer than that, he's been away for so long I feel like going crazy, let's hope Damiel can pull miracles this time." Theodore whispered back, Jesse really hoped so too because he knew how they were nearing their breaking point, it was only Lucas who was more pitiful than them since he was always with Ciel but couldn't really touch him, he knew no amount of self control could take that torture but then again Lucas was always a little bit of a masochist.
In the commander's tent within the walls of the boarder city Acrocorintio sat a slender man in tactical suit and combat boots reading a letter with all seriousness, yes it was Ciel DeCallisto wondering whether he should follow his brother's advice and return to the capital. He hadn't decided yet but gods knew he was tempted, he missed them even if all their memories together was clouded by pain, he knew he didn't want anyone else to have them. Lucas who had been watching quietly stepped out of his shadow, and knelt down with a graceful thud, startling the contemplating Prince. "Lu.." the prince whispered a name he hadn't been called in three years, his head snapped up so fast he must have pulled a vein but he didn't care "Ciel..." he tested the water's in a voice raspy from disuse. The Prince was still staring at him finally his trembling hands palmed his cheek bringing a peaceful silence to Lucas' chaotic mind and then even though Lucas said nothing the prince knew what he wanted, what he needed, what they both needed and so he decided "Let's go back, I can't let you suffer with me" But of course they both knew it was a lie, He just wanted to kill those annoying pests hovering around his property, his alphas even if they didn't want him...