A girl, her hair filled with a burning fire. A boy, not completely human, his hair darker than the blackest night. There was no question that they were meant for each other. They both knew it, and so did anyone who saw them together. They could have been so happy together…

However, there was a third boy. No, he was more man than boy, and more beast than man. He was old, so much older than he appeared. His hair was bright like the sun on a clear day; but his heart was so full of hate.

They were half-brothers, these two boys of night and day. A story more tragic than their's cannot be fathomed. The boy of day was older, and his parents had loved him just as they loved each other… or so the boy and his mother had thought. The boy's father was in love with another woman, who became pregnant with his child. Consumed with rage, his wife killed him, but not before he wounded her. She returned home, only to die in her son's arms. This boy of day became a hate-fueled beast, and his heart filled with darkness that lasted for decades. You could say he became a demon, if he had not already been one from the start.

Yes, you see, this boy and his parents had been demons; but the other woman, she had been human. She was devastated by the loss of her lover. The only thing that kept her going was the thought of the child in her womb. She gave birth to the boy with dark hair, and her heart was full again. Shel loved him and raised him with so much care. Of his father, she told him the truth. She said that his father was a demon, but no man more loving ever lived. She did not tell him of how his father died.

Years passed and the boy of night grew up. His mother passed peacefully, in her sleep. He met his half-brother of day only once, fleetingly, and left that quick meeting with a lasting scar and a pale, blind eye. He sold the home they had lived in, and he moved to a new city. In this city he met the girl with fiery hair, his one true love. They married and had a beautiful baby boy, with dark hair and blue eyes.

The boy of day, the hateful half-brother, also had a son. He had not known about his son, however, until the child showed up on his front door, explaining that his mother was dead. Unsure of what else to do, the boy of day took in this child claiming to be his son, and did his best to raise him. He admitted he wasn't a very good father. He had trouble thinking of anything but his half-brother, who he believed was responsible for the death of both his parents.

They all could have led happy lives with their children… But just as the boy of night and the fiery girl were meant to marry and love each other, so were the boy's of night and day to meet again. There could be no stopping either of them, then. They fought viciously, with teeth and claws and fists, their families watching in horror as they tore each other apart. Finally, the boy of night struck a fatal blow to his brother, and the battle nearly ended. Nearly. As he turned back to his family, his dying brother tore right through his stomach with his bare hand. The boy of day fell to the ground, and died, cradled in his son's arms. They boy of night blacked out, and when he awoke, he was alone, somewhere outside the city, and it was dark. He hated himself then. He had lost everything in foolishly trying to fight his brother. He walked a few steps in the darkness before collapsing to his knees. He thought of his wife and child and cried out in the pain of leaving them behind. He began to hallucinate through the pain, and saw his mother, wearing a white dress, beckoning to him. He smiled at this apparition before falling down completely. Before he died, he imagined her cradling his head, holding him as she had done when he was young. He did not think of his wife, left broken and alone to care for their son, or what would happen to his brother's son. He thought only of his mother, until his soul left his body.