"The fallen angel" and "the devil in disguise"
Two names Ares Aristo was known for, a boy who had more to him than originally met the eye. Charming the capital with his kind facade, it was only in the games did they realized just how far an angel ca...
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"With every blink, their faces would flash behind his lids as if a forever imprinted reminder of all the things he'd done wrong, of all the people he'd done wrong to. He was never really good at names before, but he suddenly had a permanent list of them fresh on the tip of his tongue. They tasted sardonically of copper metal and he would try to wet his lips every time it became overwhelming, looking around for a glass of water or champagne to drown it out with. As he reached over the table, he couldn't stop the tremors in his hands, which seemed like another permanent after-effect of his despair. It couldn't be a coincidence that the shakiness started up the very second he stood alone amongst the fire and the bodies. But he didn't deserve to feel the way he did, so he shoved his display of vulnerability deep into his pockets to hide it from any onlookers. To hide it from himself.
On the other side of the room, however, a pair of pale eyes watched him do it. The only one to notice."
