Death is inevitable.
Especially for the slave children born in gambling dens. Never to know who their fathers are and stripped from their mothers at birth.
In a world of never ending wars gambling is one of the lesser sins in which soldiers indulge.
The children of their greater sins are taken by the gambling pits and expendable in the eyes of the world.
Most die early.
The fighting pits take most, neglect gets the rest. Why care for a child that'll just die eventually anyway.
Ultra was one of the lucky ones. He was born a twin, making him unique, and was raised as a drug slave alongside his brother.
Drug slaves all die too but at least they don't have to fight for their lives everyday.
They die when madness consumes the loser of a high stakes bet and they take it out on one of the slaves, or simply from overdose.
They're often forced to consume the drugs, to test new concoctions or simply for entertainment.
The twins where in charge of a very popular high shelf drug Cocanious Ultra. The owner of the den never bothered to name them, so the brothers took it upon themselves.
"I'll be Cocanious and you'll be Ultra"
Said Cocanious the day the brothers turned 5