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“It is in good sense that we ostracize the adusto. They are not like us, they are monsters.
Beasts. It is for the best that they live amongst themselves and let the good people of this town
be. Who knows what havoc they’d wreak if we gave them the chance? Who knows what sins
they would commit against us?” Bishop Brouford’s sermon was too long and too boring, as
usual. Aiden Slate, at the precocious but self-aware age of 11 years old, glanced sidelong at his
twin brother, Gerard, who instinctively caught his eye across the pew.
I want to go home, Gerard mouthed animatedly enough for their mother to skewer him
with a look that read, “If you do not behave yourself, so help me!” Gerard frowned in defeat and
turned his body back toward the front of the cathedral, where Bishop Brouford continued his
elaborate monologue about the dangers of the grey-eyed demons trying to live among regular
people. Mrs. Slate turned toward her second son to ensure he was facing the bishop as well,
which Aiden was smart enough to do as soon as he witnessed his brother being chastised for it.
When she looked away, he turned to Gerard to gloat over his clever victory, only to find that his
twin was already staring daggers into the side of his head. But when the boys’ eyes met, all
pretense of anger melted away and their lips spread into identical, crooked smiles.
Once the sermon had concluded and their mother finished taking her painstaking time in
catching up with neighbors and flattering the bishop’s supposed skill in oration, the brothers
were at last free to race home. They laughed and pushed each other the whole way, feeling very
seriously that whoever came in second would be doomed to a life of misery. With a rather dirty
extension of his left leg at the last second, Gerard slapped his hand on the front door first — and
“You never said we had to be fair!” Gerard smirked triumphantly, the eternally twinkling
glint of mischief in his bright blue eyes flaring to emphasize his prideful wit. Aiden pursed his
“Brother, don’t be a sore loser!” Gerard rolled his eyes, knowing the subtle shifts in his
twin’s expression all too well. This only caused Aiden’s face to flush a deeper red, and Gerard
sensed the comings of a squabble. Feeling very ill-equipped to argue, Gerard racked his brain to
find a distraction that would make Aiden forget his grief — he settled on an answer right away.
“Come on then, I know what will cheer you up.” Gerard snatched Aiden’s arm before he
could rebut and started off toward the woods behind their farmhouse.
“Wait, we’re— not allowed— to— go here!” Aiden huffed as he fruitlessly attempted to
match Gerard’s manic pace toward the trees. Though it wasn’t worth trying to resist his pull
either. Gerard had a preternatural strength for a boy of his size, and Aiden didn’t want to spend
the rest of the week enduring his teasing for chickening out of the forest anyhow.
“No one will know!” Gerard egged, though he was already very assured in his victory
over Aiden’s weak resolve. Without any further complaint or questioning, the two brothers
stepped up to the forest’s edge. The trees clung to one another in a dense labyrinth of leaf and
bark. The shadows of unseeable creatures danced in the depths of the woods, which became
“I think we should go home, Gerard. Mother must be worried by now.” Aiden tried to
keep a steady voice to mask his mounting fear, but Gerard’s brows arched in self-indulgent
worry about. Let’s just go inside… unless you’re too scared?” Aiden stared into the goading blue
of his twin brother’s eyes and felt distinctly in his chest that this response would define the way
“I’m not! Too scared, I mean… I’ll go in there right this second!” Aiden shouted, loud
“Ha, go ahead then. I’ll be right after.” He ceremoniously extended an arm toward the
void between trees where a faint path had been trodden into the dirt. Aiden cleared his throat and
After a few minutes had passed, Aiden started to believe his own posturing. This isn’t so
bad, not at all, he assured himself. But Gerard was only thinking about the perfect opportunity to
torment his brother in an extraordinarily unprecedented manner. A devilish smile grew on his
face, contorting his features into a childish caricature of evil underneath the shade of the woods’
canopy.
“Since this is just a bunch of trees, why don’t we stay here a while longer? Go in
deeper?” The brothers locked eyes in a standoff, each daring the other to make a move. Finally,
Aiden gulped past the growing lump in his throat and wordlessly stalked further into the forest’s
foliage, showing Gerard he refused to be the first one to crack. Gerard followed, amused, and
wondered how long Aiden would last before he inevitably had a nervous breakdown from the
Quite a ways longer than Gerard could ever imagine, was the answer.
“Brother, it’s getting so dark out, we should start heading back home!” he called out to
Aiden — who had pulled ahead on the trail, seemingly enraptured by the beauty of nature.
“Who’s scared now?” Aiden jeered back. Gerard gritted his teeth, in disbelief that his
usually weak-willed brother wasn’t showing any fear while he was starting to grow uneasy from
A twig snapped in the distance. Aiden froze. Gerard froze with him. The two boys’ eyes
widened in shock as they whipped their heads around, trying to identify the culprit. They found
each other’s gaze and held it, seeking comfort in the familiarity of their faces.
I want to go home, Aiden mouthed to his brother. Gerard nodded in agreement. They
carefully turned around and began to retrace their steps, eyes locked onto their shoes and lips
sealed shut as they did not dare to make a noise. A bush rustled to Gerard’s left, and Aiden felt
something brush against his right hand. They both paused, and their feet became firmly planted
on the trail — each wishing with all their might they may turn invisible if they could keep their
“Adusto,” he whispered under his breath. His heart was palpitating, struck by wave after
wave of bone-tingling fright. Gerard shook his head — again, again, and again.
“No, no, no, no, no,” he muttered. “Can’t be… can’t be.” Gerard lowered his gaze,
refusing to see it, to acknowledge it. He stared intently at the dirt, willing the beast to go away.
Shining grey eyes reflected the sparse moonlight streaking through the leaves from
behind a thick, towering tree trunk. They blinked slowly, curiously, as they took in the sight of
“You speak!?” he exclaimed in bewilderment. Suddenly, his limbs didn’t feel so tense.
Suddenly, his lungs didn’t feel so constricted. Every child in Valouria had grown up being fed
tales about the wicked adusto that made their homes on the outskirts of society, just within reach
of naughty kids ripe for consumption. Usually in caves, mountains, or woods, adusto were said
to take shelter in the wilderness near the hometowns they had invariably been exiled from once
people caught sight of their scornful grey eyes. People claimed their infamous grey eyes were
just the first sign of a worse transformation to come and the true form of an adusto was
“They may have once been one of us, but they have since lost their humanity and only
know bloodlust and cruelty,” Bishop Brouford had explained in one of his sermons. Aiden
believed this, for he had no reason to cast any doubt. But the figure he could make out behind the
tree was not monstrous, and its voice was not demonic.
“Yes… I speak.” The figure stepped forward, into a patch of light in front of the tree they
had hidden behind. It looked like any other boy, around the twins’ age, who could have stepped
straight out of town square for all they knew. Aiden was dumbstruck. Adusto are supposed to be
demons… This is no demon. Aiden took a step closer to the figure, but seeing this finally broke
Gerard out of his paralyzed shock. He quickly stooped to pick up a rock from the trail and pelted
“Leave us alone!” he shrieked righteously as the adusto recoiled in pain from the rock’s
direct hit.
vice and bolted away from the figure, who had since slunk back into the shadows and away from
the two boys. He did not stop until they were safely at their back porch, gasping for air.
“Was that… real?” Aiden’s voice trembled. He appeared to be in a daze, not only from
the extensive sprinting but from uncertainty about the night’s events.
“It doesn’t matter,” Gerard declared firmly — already recovered from the lengthy run.
“Don’t speak of this to anymore. We will never go back to the forest again. You understand?”
Aiden nodded silently, in too much shock to deliberate. Though he would never dream of
defying his stronger, faster, and self-proclaimed smarter brother, he felt disturbed by what he had
witnessed. Not the adusto itself, but the way Gerard had moved so quickly to attack it. The way
everyone had talked about it while being so shamelessly far from the truth.
Though Aiden had nodded in agreement to Gerard’s decision, he couldn’t help himself
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Aiden Slate stared idly at his reflection in the water. The ripples on its surface obscured
the lower half of his face — his sharp jawline and the meticulously pruned specks of facial hair
stippling his cheeks — and instead they drew clear attention to his eyes. A piercing, unsettling
hue of plaster-grey, dappled by hints of bright snow-white. Adusto. The Old Tongue had largely
fallen out of use among the civilians of Valouria, but people tended to cling onto words of
prejudice and hatred like cotton onto wet skin. He shifted his weight at the river’s edge, trying to
angle himself closer to its shimmering surface. It was as though the water taunted him,
highlighting only the feature of his face which forever marked him as a demon. Those eyes. The
mark of an adusto. Aiden squeezed them shut — tighter, tighter, tighter — until he could no