When it came to Romeo and Juliet, a kiss was never just a kiss.

Brotherhood.

There was only one way in and one way out: death.

Strength.

This was the code by which we lived. In our world it was like a religion. People fought for her. They died for her. They killed for her.

They sacrificed themselves.

It was a way of life. Family. Freedom. Our souls. Everything we had came at a great price.

Love.

It was the biggest illusion of all.

I screwed up and fell in love with the enemy. She is too good for me, too good for this world that I was created to conquer. But I couldn't stay away. When I was near her, the monster beneath the surface begged to be released.

She was untainted. I wanted to defile her. She was flawless. I wanted to destroy her. She was light. I wanted to drag her into the darkness. She was forbidden. I took it anyway. I crossed the line and started a war. Both our families were out for blood. The only question is, who will shed blood first?