Deadly Opposite

Prologue

A/N: Hey guys! As you know this will be another coauthored story between myself, AveryReich/Kevinn (I'm going to use both) and my friend Pakrat. Feel free to comment, vote, or pm us. Also check out our other stories. Also, again,, this is my second draft, because Wattpad glitched and deleted my first version when I pushed save. It seems to do that a lot.

Don't do drugs, and stay in school,

Sincerely yours,

AveryReich

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Prologue

"I can't believe he's late again!" I glanced at my impatient sister. She was stalking across the throne room from one end the other and back again.

"Well what did you expect?" I asked examining my claw-like nails. I was lounged on my fathers throne, one leg draped over the arm, the other barely touching the floor.

"I get that he's the king, but still, I'm- we're his daughters. He could at least try to be on time!"

I rolled my eyes. Done examining my nails I stood up and walked over to her. I reached up and moved the peice of hair caught on her horn.

"There." I smiled at her baring my fangs on the process.

"Thanks." She brushed my hair out of my face, only to have me growl at her.

My sister and I live in the underworld, or hell, as the mortals call it. We are twins, but she's the eldest by only four minutes. And even though we may look alike we are as similar as a shark and the fire burning in the torches mounted on our walls. She's always wearing fancy dresses, black of course, from however long ago, that still requires a corset. I however, prefer skinny jeans and my lucky leatherjacket I found on a corpse once. While she has her hair up in intricate swirls, I prefer to have mine down, shadowing my face.
She flounced to the mirror on the wall and patted her hair down. She glanced at my reflection and probably mentally criticized my appearance even though it's the same at hers.

We both have dark hair with darker lightly-slanted eyes, and a slim build. We have foot-long horns protruding from above our eye brows, about inch-long incisors, and pointed ears.

Basically we look exactly how one might imagine a demon princess. Well almost, we officially become princesses on our 18th birthday.

Of course though, our people are at war with another. Demons versus Angels. When you turn 18 you are sent to fight. For men two years is mandatory, but for women if we want to fight we can, but its not necessary. 18 is the magic number because we mature fully at 18. We grow into our full powers and our wings at 18. Here, having wings gives you immediate adult status. That seems to be the only similarity between us and them.

"GIRLS!" Believe it or not that's his real voice, he's not shouting.
The door slammed open and we turned to see the King.

"Daddy!" My sister ran to hug our father.

"Suck up." I mumbled, but being a Demon she heard me.

"I heard that!" She released father.

"You were meant to!"

"GIRLS! YOU WILL BE TURNING 18 IN TWO MONTHS! ACT YOUR AGE!" He boomed flaring his wings out for effect.

"Yes father." I bowed my head in respect. Looking through the spaces in my hair at my sister she was doing the same.

He walked past us and perched on his throne. We turned and focused completely on him.

"I CALLED YOU HERE TO DISCUSS YOUR RIGHT OF WAY CEREMONY FOR YOU 18TH BIRTHDAY! AS ANCIENT RITUAL DICTATES, YOU MUST GO TO THE MORTAL WORLD AND EMBRACE YOUR DEMON HERITAGE! YOU WILL LOOK AND ACT LIKE MORTALS FOR THE NEXT TWO MONTHS WHILE CAUSING CHAOS IN THEIR PUNY WORLD! I WILL SUMMON YOU BACK WHEN I FEEL YOU ARE READY TO COME BACK!" He waved his hand summoning a black portal.

I had no time to react.

"Wai-" I looked around, then at my sister. "-t... Where are we?"