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Vero and Burrae were brothers under their father, the God Zyald. Burrae was born a normal God as Kristine, a Goddess, birthed him. But Vero was cursed at birth by Kristine, as Zyald had conceived him with a mortal woman. Vero was born with never ending rage, and a vicious and unsatiable taste for blood.
Vero fought to control his rage, which appeared as thousands of voices inside his head, which all demanded hurt to Kristine's bloodline and all mortals. As thousands of years passed, he finally had control over his curse. He could walk amongst his brother and ignore the hallucinations of Burrae's body mangled in unimaginable ways in countless areas, and learned to only focus on the living version of his brother. He could walk amongst the mortals with restraint of the urge of bloody death.
As he walked amongst his brother and a village of mortals with his voices almost unbearable, they suddenly stopped. The most beautiful woman to ever step in his presence bowed to him, and the voices halted. He relished in the quietness of her, Ellenor's, presence and needed more, as if she were an addiction and his high was the quiet she gave him. They married, and it made Kristine absolutely and unfathomably livid.
Her daughter, not of Zyald's, could not be more beautiful than her, she could not get married to a cursed pig such as Vero. As Kristine was, for the lack of a better term, the Grim Reaper, bodies within a miles radius around her dropped to the ground as her rage stirred. Kristine gave an order to Burrae to wipe Ellenor's existence. Her daughter needed to die.
Due to the cold connection of the curse, Vero obtained the thought, not having realized it. As he tended to a garden of hydrangeas under his care, he suddenly saw Burrae snap Ellenor's neck, and ungracefully drag her body through the garden, and dump her into a pond. His usual black eyes turned red, and the hydreangeas he cared for suddenly wilted to ash around him. He decided that if Burrae were to take his love, his heart, his life, and unceremoniously dump it into a pond, that he would to the same to him.
He approached Ihaccu, Burrae's love, Burrae's heart, Burrae's life, and sliced her neck open, the golden blood of the Goddess of Kindness pouring down her elegantly, as even in her silence, she was still so graceful. When her body dropped, she turned to golden ash and elegantly became one with the sky, as all Gods and Goddesses do when they die. As Vero turned around, Burrae's scream could only be described as that of blood curdling, and his own color of blue replaced his natural eye color of brown.
Burrae yelled at Vero, screaming so loudly the mountains shifted and quivered. Vero yelled back, justifying his kill. Burrae's rage turned to that of confusion as he admitted that he refused Kristine's order, stating he would not kill his sister. Vero crumpled at the realization that his love, his heart, his life's death was that of a hallucination.
Burrae, still ridden with unfathomable rage, decided to follow through with Kristine's order anyways. Burrae sliced open Ellenor's neck, but with her color being black, she bled black blood as it unceremoniously squirted and poured from her neck, much unlike Ihaccu's. As her body crumpled and withered, her black ash shot up into the air with force, as if it were enraged, and became one with the sky. Vero's rage came back full force, if not 1000x more with her gone. He had not only lost his love, his heart, his life, but he had lost their child aswell.
Before he could act on his malignant thoughts of unimaginable pain and daeth upon his brother, his father Zyald appeared behind Burrae with a whoosh of his giant wings of a 30-foot wingspan, and sliced Burrae's head off his body with a clean swipe. Burrae immediately turned to dark blue ash as his followed much the same as Ihaccu's, gracefully dancing into to the air to become one with the sky. Zyald moved to end Vero aswell in attempt to put an end to the death, but Werrium, Ellenor's father, beat him to it.
In a long battle that took the upward of a thousand years, Vero came out victorious, watching with eyes returned to normal black, as Werrium's body did not immediately turn to ash. It stayed there for years, slowly turning green, waiting to steal the color of the sky. Once he became one with the earth, his color of green filled the air in spirals and became one with the sky forver changing it's dark blue tint to that of a lighter blue and, if one looked close enough, a hint of green.
Vero ventured far. Far enough away to a place where no mortal nor God nor Goddess could visit him, where he resides now as he forever grieves his love, his heart, his life, and his unborn child's death, until Kristine greets him under her hat and veil of reaping. She refused to relieve Vero of his pain, cursing him again with never to return to him to reap his lost soul.
Kristine visited Ellenor in the underworld of the reaped, and she apologized. As she looked over, she saw Ihaccu and Burrae sat peacefully together, forever embracing eachother in the underworld of the reaped.
She apologized once more to Ellenor, for a curse that could not be stopped or unbroken, for the curse of heartbeak. The curse that would never let her birth a child, and never love, and that if she broke the rule, she would be punished with death.