Death Comes For the Unlucky BY Kumiko

Ko tilted her head slowly. Partially. The Creator was promised twins to serve her will upon the people; justice is best trained in the young, you see. She hummed, thoughtfully. We were born within minutes of one another, but the eldest child was born dead.

Kumiko watched Vela's features, searching for something. A reaction, probably, but what reaction was she trying to glean? Mythal, unwilling to only take one child, took the living and the dead in her hands. She separated half of the living child's soul, because spirits, for us to take physical form so quickly... we need a soul to cling too. It wasn't the same for every spirit, but often that was why spirits possessed living bodies over dead. They wanted that soul to make them more alive.

My sister, Yukiko, never smiled or laughed. Mythal had removed her emotions when she severed her soul. We were truly... each other's better half. Her voice was quiet, as she continued to watch the ex-Inquisitor. She trained me to serve in the shadows, and let everyone believe I had died at birth. Fen'Harel was... well, he knew me for who I was. She smiled softly. Mother could be cruel, when it served her purposes. Whether Mythal had considered Kumiko her child or not was irrelevant, because it only mattered what Kumiko felt.