Outside the bathroom, Hex's room sat. When I stepped out of the bathroom, Hex was in the bedroom. He was lying on the bed, surrounded by the vampire women. I didn't know how to respond. For the most part, they were lying with him. Some were still giving him alcohol-infused blood, while others were rushing to receive more. He looked like a mess. It seemed that Hex was so drunk that he couldn't tell what was going on himself. He was just going along with whatever happened. It made me want to wring the necks of his servants, but I tried to keep my cool.

I walked up to him, pity across my face. Hex looked over, completely wasted. His face was pink, a smile outstretched on him.

"Hey, Sin. W-What's... up?"

"What's wrong with you? Stop drinking," I said, sorrowful.

"I'm drinking? I didn't... notice."

While he asked, he was in the middle of drinking from a glass by his face. He quickly gulped it down, the servant blushing at him. He was obviously out of control.

"Why are you drinking so much?"

"I-I'm not... sure," Hex replied, appearing defeated.

"Why are you allowing your servants to lie with you?"

"Are they?"

I started growing angry. Not at Hex, but the fact that he managed to do this to himself. It was his servants to blame, as well. Though he didn't know he was drinking, they kept giving it to him. Still, I remained calm for him.

"Do you know where you are currently?"

"Am I in my room? I think so," Hex responded, puzzled.

"Where in your room?"

Hex stopped talking for a few seconds, looking around. He turned back to me, another glass of blood shoved in his face. I sighed, as Hex started drinking it.

"The bed."

"Now, what's flowing down your esophagus when you aren't speaking?"

Hex peered down, noticing the glass. He continued swallowing it down though he recognized it.

"Blood."

"And? What's with it?" I asked, checking to see if he knew about the alcohol he consumed.

"With what?"

"The blood... What's mixed in with it?"

"Oh... Alcohol? Did I guess correctly?" Hex questioned, sounding slightly like a child.

"Yes..."

"Good. Are the questions over?"

I sighed, as Hex didn't understand anything. He was so intoxicated that he didn't notice blood dripping down his chin, nor did he flinch when the servant serving it to him licked it off. At least he looked gleeful... It was a false happiness. He'd certainly feel this in the morning. Or maybe late at night.

"Hex, you need help."

He looked at me, confusion in his eyes.

"Help with what? I'm fine."

"I'm putting you to sleep. I'll stay and watch over you for a while," I responded, uneasy from seeing him like a wreck.

"I don't want to sleep..."

Hex sounded even more as if he were a small child while he spoke. It was strange.

"You're sleeping. I'm sending your servants away, as well."

I glared at the servants, signaling them to go. They looked at me with fear, holding onto Hex. They didn't want to leave, so I was slowly getting angrier. I really didn't want to snap on them.

"You servants will leave. I don't want to see you near Hex until he awakens. If you inebriate him again, I'll send you all to hell. I'm trying to be calm, but I won't stand here while you all mess with my little brother," I growled, clenching my teeth and fists.

The servants stood up, rushing out as fast as they could. All but one. She was staying attached to Hex, holding on with everything she had. She had blond locks and an eye color I couldn't see. She was in a short pink dress, ruffles on the bottom.

"I'm not leaving Prince Hixrinas. As his servant, only he can make me leave."

"I outrank him. Leave," I demanded, feeling my rage soar.

"No."

I wanted to walk up to her, snapping that scrawny neck of hers. I'd be happy to hear the crunching and crackling of it as it broke away and killed her. The skin could peel, flesh separating underneath. It'd be satisfying after everything I'd dealt with. I kept it as a thought, however. I figured I needed Hex's approval to remove her.

"Hex, send her going."

"Don't make me leave, Prince Hixrinas," she begged, holding onto him tightly.

"You d-don't... have to go."

"Hex... You're drunk. I'm trying to look after you. Send her away. She'll come back later."

"I don't w-want to hurt her feelings," Hex commented, stuttering excessively.

I got annoyed, so I walked up to the bed. I grabbed the girl by the hair, now able to see her blue eyes. She squirmed while I held her.

"I didn't want to threaten you, but I said to leave. Hex is in no position to make you go, but I will. I'll kill you if it'll make you leave. I'd even cut you up into coin-sized pieces if I had to. Leave my brother alone."

I let go of her hair, the servant running out. I sighed, as she was too obstinate. Threatening her made me feel good, though. It was hard to keep my feelings in check and remain calm, so it was a good change. Hex was so bad he couldn't even tell what was happening. I picked him up, placing him gently under the covers.

"How do you feel, Hex?"

"Are my fingers still attached to my palms?" Hex nervously puzzled. I wasn't expecting such an odd response.

"Yes..."

"Okay."

"Go to sleep. I'll be waiting for you to awaken."

"Yeah..."

Hex passed out, drool seeping from his mouth. It was as much as I could do for the time being. I wanted his intoxication to fade, so sleep was all I could think of. Ruin was beside me, looking at Hex as well. I held my arms out, pulling her in for a kiss. I was stressed, and I needed it. I stopped, looking around.

"Black-hair, are you here? I told Hex's servants to leave, not my own."

She walked out of the next room, having been listening in. She stood in front of me, extremely fearful.

"Yes, Prince Sanneroal?"

"I need you to fetch Ruin and me clothes. Can you get me five glasses of blood, too? And one for Ruin," I ordered, feeling a slight headache emerging.

"Right away."

Black-hair fled, so I looked back at Hex. I didn't like seeing him like this. I didn't know what to do but wait. I went into the living room, picking up a couch to move it to the bedroom. It was made harder by Ruin who felt the need to sit on it while I picked it up. I still managed. It was simplistic and black, made of leather. I walked to the bedroom, setting it down near the bed. Ruin softly clapped, amazed that I could move it with her atop. It was a decent sized couch, about my height across. It was heavy, but I am known for my strength, so it wasn't too hard.

"That was cool, Sanneroal. I can't believe you could carry all of that."

"Yeah. I wasn't sure, either. I don't move around bulky furniture on a regular basis. Or any basis now that I think about it."

I sat down, lying the long way. Ruin lay in front of me, as I was on my side facing Hex. I latched on, holding my arms around her. Her hands were bunched up near her chest. The room was slightly chilly, so I held tightly for warmth.

"You're really protective toward Hixrinas. Why don't you like your other siblings? If you don't mind me asking, of course."

"It's fine. You can ask what you wish. I've hung out with Hex since I was little. Our mother raised us to enjoy each other's company. We're all highly competitive at the castle, but Hex and I stick together. Well, we did when we were younger. We'd be against each other like everyone else if it wasn't for our mother. We fight for the throne, as we could kill each other to get it. Hex and I weren't raised like that, though. For us, we feel the need to help each other out and listen to each other's advice," I explained as it IS odd for noble siblings to get along.

"Why do you refer to each other by nicknames?"

"We came up with those when we were young. We were outside playing, and we decided that our names were a bother to say fully. We were considering "Hixri" and "Sanner," but we put more thought into it. I received the nickname of "Sin" because Hex thought it sounded cool. I concurred. I didn't follow the sins at the time, so I think we might have jinxed me. I came up with "Hex" because he knew basic magic. We both liked the names. We thought they were badass, so we called each other by them and ditched using our normal ones. We only use our real ones in serious situations. They've stuck to this point."

"Why did you give me a nickname?"

"Nuinalue is long; same as Sanneroal and Hixrinas. Ruin sounds cute. Do you want a different nickname? I'll call you by your actual name if you'd like," I offered, thinking that I was fond of the nickname I created.

"No. I like the nickname. Can I call you Sin?"

"Sure. I like hearing you say my actual name, though. I expect you to say it every now and again."

"I will, Sanneroal. Sin."

"Good. Any other questions you have?"

I adjusted myself on the couch, as I started to stick to it. I wanted a different hold on Ruin too. My left leg was sandwiched between Ruin's, my right at the top. I kissed her neck, keeping my face on it. Her skin was hot against my lips.

"Why did you cut your hair?"

I didn't want to give her the whole explanation of my experience when I cut it, so I figured I'd go for the basics. I didn't want her to know about the depression I had to weather through that day. I'm not proud of it, but at least Hex came to save me from it. I'm happy he didn't leave me alone to die on this realm.

"It was a hassle. It's hard to maintain long hair on our journey to go back home. I might grow it out again when I get back, or maybe not. Did you like it?"

"I think everyone loved your long hair. It was so beautiful," Ruin complimented, feeling one of my blond locks and rubbing it between her fingers.

"I might grow it out, then. I didn't care for it myself."

"Why?"

"Well, grooming myself wasn't an issue. It was actually soothing to brush it every morning. I just didn't like it. I'm not sure if I have an actual reason," I explained, adjusting on the couch again.

"Oh. You should definitely grow it out again. It was lovely."

"Maybe. I'll keep it short until I return. In fact, we should get someone to cut both of our hair. You have split ends, and mine isn't too nice. I winged it when I chopped it off. It needs a touch-up."

"Okay."

I stayed silent, closing my eyes. I wasn't trying to sleep, but it was relaxing. I kissed down her neck, ending when I reached her shoulder. While we lay, Hex was snoring away. It was noisy, but I've dealt with worse. Black-hair came back, some of my servants with her. I stood up, and Ruin moved beside me.

"We've brought everything. We'll clothe you."

"Yeah. Go ahead," I replied, grinning.

One of the servants set a tray, with six glasses of blood, down. Beside her, two more servants stood, holding clothes. The first set was a deep blue dress, while the other was a pair of robes the same as my last. Ruin was pulled away with two of them, the dress placed over her. I noticed they had thread and needles, so they were planning on sewing her in again. I didn't especially mind, as it made her curves more prominent. I wanted her to be at her peak beauty. I outstretched my arms, the robe placed over me. My pants were put on, my legs in comfort. They outdid themselves with clothing here.

Ruin walked over to me, the new dress on. She looked as elegant in this one as the last. Maybe even more so. The dress was actually a two-piece. It had semi-puffy sleeves that stopped after her shoulders. The blue was like an early night sky. Her stomach was exposed, as the top ended directly below her breasts. The top was basic, a large bow on the left side of her chest. The bottom part started right below her belly button. It was tight, completely stuck to her rear, her thighs hugged as well. After the knees, less restriction took place, but it was still close to her body. I love the clothing they've given her. It's perfect. The red dress before and the blue dress were both stunning. They were made to draw out everything she had, perfectly sticking to her curves. It accentuated her feminine charms. I couldn't help but blush with a grin.

I opened out my arms, embracing her. Ruin was gorgeous. I couldn't help myself. I held my left hand to the back of her head, starting to kiss. After a half a minute, I backed away. I sat back on the couch, Ruin on my lap. I didn't lie down, sitting on it how it was meant to be used. I used my hand to motion the servant with the tray to me, so she picked it up and walked over. I handed one of the glasses to Ruin and took one myself.

"Why did you want so little this time?" Ruin questioned, as it was weird coming from me.

"After seeing Hex, I don't want much. Maybe I'll get more later. Occasionally, I'm not in the mood for much, while other times I'm extremely thirsty. I fluctuate, though I'm usually gluttonous."

"Oh."

I chugged it down, reaching for another glass. Ruin was taking sips, acting modestly. It was creamy, as usual. They must have a good storage of humans. They must have found the perfect food to feed them. They have to have something else to it too. Maybe they found a natural flavor that was particularly good in one of them and kept breeding until the generations eventually tasted amazing. Selective breeding has to be the cause. I can't help but drool at the thought of the blood. The hideout truly knows what they're doing.

I finished up, sad it was all gone. It's so sweet with a perfect consistency. It isn't too thin or thick, either. It made the blood I got at the castle look like swill. Occasionally, it was. Now, all of it seems like shit. I'm definitely getting shipments of blood from this place when I go back.

I noticed Ruin was still drinking, so, in my gluttonous state, I kissed her right after she took a sip. I drank what I could then moved back. I did this numerous times until she finished. It was too good, and the kiss made it better. I didn't know lust and gluttony could work together so well.

"Do you want any more?" I asked Ruin, wanting her to be in comfort.

"So you can drink it all on me?"

I blushed, as she noticed my drinking.

"Maybe... It was a fair trade. I received blood, and you were given a kiss."

"You received a kiss, as well," Ruin pointed out, to which I had to agree.

"You could taste the blood while I drank it."

"Do you want more blood?"

I thought about it for a while but decided against it. I had them fetch so little so I wouldn't drink too much.

"No. I don't need it. I might get some later. Maybe I can quench my drinking urges if I drink it from you. It takes significantly more time, so I'd drink less."

"You can if you wish," Ruin told, blushing.

"Maybe I will. I'll see when the time comes."

I kissed her once more, making sure I took every drop of blood. I had, which I shouldn't have doubted. It was still pleasurable, nevertheless. I stood up from the couch, looking at the servants.

"Can someone cut our hair? Ruin needs her nails touched up, as well."

Two of them stood up, nodding.

"We'll take care of it."

They ran away, coming back with scissors. The two appeared to be twins. They were both blondes, blue eyes paired with them. Ponytails were on the backs of their heads, flopping back and forth as they stepped. They both wore black dresses, short and cute. They weren't attractive, but adorable. It was strange. They looked and sounded the same. It was almost as if one was an illusion, mimicking the movement of the other symmetrically. It was like a mirror.

"Can the two of you stand on your knees on the ground?" the twin to the left asked.

"It'll make it easier for us to cut your hair, as we're short."

It freaked me out when they spoke. It was as if they were the same person. Their mouths switched, but the sentence was coherent and sounded as if the first person was still talking. There wasn't even a good sized pause when they switched. They must've been around each other so long that they knew what the other would say.

"Yeah. We'll kneel," I replied. I moved to the ground, Ruin a foot away. The twins walked up, shorter than I realized. As I saw them closer, they looked to be no more than thirteen. Mere children. I ignored, allowing them to move on. They kneeled as well, but it was closer to our height than before as our legs weren't involved.

"What do you wish-"

"For us to do?" the right twin asked.

"Cut off all of the split ends from Ruin and go as high as you need so they're all gone. Also, braid it up after. I'm not fully sure what I want to be done. Can you tell what would look good from experience."

"Yes. We-"

"Can do that. Would you like it near its current length,-" the right twin said.

"Or shorter?"

"It doesn't matter. Whatever you think."

"Okay, Prince-"

"Sanneroal."

The two pulled out the scissors, carefully cutting. They hummed softly, though never at the same time. It was either one or the other. Creepy set of twins. The humming was sweet but sent shivers down my spine. I don't know why, but twins are freaky.

"I'll be back. I need to retrieve something."

The twin behind me stood up, running out and returning with a razor. She kneeled behind me, going back to work. I tried not to move, as I didn't want my head sliced open. Both twins ended at the same time, backing away from us and standing.

"We've-" the right twin started.

"Finished."

I stood up, giving Ruin my hand to help her up. I noticed that I had a lot removed. It felt good. I still had a lot of hair on the front, though. Ruin had a good amount removed as well. Her hair now fell to her mid-thighs. It was good to see it without split ends. Her hair was braided, too. I traveled to the bathroom with Ruin to see what I looked like.

The hair in front was about five inches long. It was the hair that could've been my bangs but instead were the longest strands on my head. They were side swept, equal on both sides of my head. I turned sideways so I could see the back. The hair there was about one inch long. The razor was used to remove some hair near the bottom, creating a smooth line. With how my hair was, they did a pretty good job.

I walked back out, pulling Ruin on my arm. She clung on, and I kissed her forehead. The twins were staring, nail files in their hands.

"Can you two sit on the couch?" the left twin asked.

"We'll do your nails. You too, Prince Sanneroal."

I looked at my nails. They were chipped. It makes sense, as a lot had been done to this point. I sat on the couch, motioning Ruin not to sit in me. She sat beside me, looking upset. The twins walked over, humming and filing our nails. They finished after around ten minutes, so Ruin and I stood. I looked at my nails. They looked good. I mean, they're short so it's hard to do much with them. Ruin's looked well done too. Her nails are a decent length, about three-quarters of an inch long.

"Are you satisfied with our job?"

"Would you like us to do anything else?" the right twin asked.

"You two did a good job. We don't need you to do anything else."

The two folded back into the crowd of servants, so I sat back onto the couch with Ruin. She sat on me, so I held onto her, tipping on the couch. I lay down, my eyes closing.