the result of untreated mental illness, bottled up rage, and trauma. he doesn't want to talk about it. he never does.
Dexter grew up in a quadruplet family... or he would have, if not for the fact that their parents divorced when they were all just two. Desmond and Daniel went with their mother while Darek and Dexter went with their extremely abusive father, Adrien, who hurt them in all the horrible ways you could think of and don't want to think of. despite this, they all went to the same schools together.
Dexter spent most of his school life and childhood being left alone by bullies not only because he was trouble to be associated with, but also because everyone was terrified of his brother, Darek. the duo of twins quickly became people who you did not want to be associated with.
he excelled at school, getting mostly good marks in every class. he'd even do Darek's homework, despite the difficulty of mimicking his dyslexic brother's chicken scratch writing. forensic science and biology were his favorite subjects and he took any chance he could to study into these... they would soon come into use later in his life.
Demon's Folly
to cope with the abuse and his extreme mood swings, Dexter took up self harm. it began as cuts on his arms and legs only got more severe, and due to this it became hard to hide his wounds.
this was when Dexter took up the demonic modus to learn how to manipulate flesh and hide scars. it began with him playing with raw corpses whenever he could get a hold of one, then he quickly moved onto himself as a test subject. he quickly got the hang of it, but unfortunately it only made him less restricted with his self destructive behaviors.
it didn't matter how much he bled, how much flesh he lost. he could just replenish it with his knowledge of flesh. it got to the point where he learned how to manipulate his body's neuropathy and turn off his pain receptors. repercussions no longer existed. he could lop off his fingers with a knife one night in a fit of rage and reattach them, smiling and laughing the next day as though nothing had happened.
First Love
one day, someone was brave enough to try talking to Dexter. it was one of Desmond's friends, who wanted to reach out due to Desmond's insistence. of course, Desmond being Dexter's older quadruplet, gave credence to this.
Dexter and this person became friends, very close friends... and one day, the two became boyfriends and formed a little friend group. Dexter truly adored this person and he put his whole heart into it, however his love quickly became obsession and his partner became afraid and shied away from him as a result.
it wasn't even that Dexter's boyfriend didn't love him, but Dexter saw this distance and coldness as dishonesty and unfaithfulness. without any answers, he began stalking him for information. this only served to only prove the untrue thoughts in his head and Dexter came to the conclusion that his partner no longer wanted anything to do with him.
Dexter first learned how to bot people's phones and devices during this time, and as a result overheard awful things being said about him... or at least, that's what he took from it.
of course, this didn't go over well.
First Blood
they were all at the age of seventeen. Dexter hatched an evil plan, being the brilliant person he was. he would enlist his brother, Darek, in this revenge plot. no one would cross Dexter and get away with it it in one piece.
Dexter knew about Desmond's schedule as well as his friends' schedules. he'd been following them for months. he could provide the perfect schedule, Darek could provide the know how on vehicular sabotage and manpower for their plan.
the idea was to sabotage Desmond's car, and while Darek didn't care about Desmond's wellbeing, Dexter did because he genuinely liked Desmond. that night when they broke into Desmond's garage, they tampered with the breaks and the airbags... and Dexter made sure that driver's air bag system was the only one intact.
the car flung off a cliff when the brakes failed. the stark contrast of red blood against the white snow would have been shocking to anyone, but upon coming to, Desmond couldn't see it. it was all gray, white, and black to him.
on that night, the colors from his life faded away along with his will to live. Desmond blamed himself entirely for everything for the next ten years, wracked with survivor's guilt and thinking he was the reason why his friends were dead.
Demon's Remorse
Desmond was lifted to the hospital. there, he was put into a medically induced coma and operated on.
it all seemed great in his head, the plan went swimmingly. he just didn't expect Desmond's suffering to hit him so hard. once the seething rage fizzled out, Dexter was left with a bitter remorse deep in his soul.
he wanted to apologize to Desmond, at least tell him what really happened when he was in a better state both physically and mentally. but he didn't have the time to even contemplate this. Darek was having a meltdown by his side for reasons he probably understood quite well.
Dexter searched in his vast vocabulary and his knowledge of emotional comfort to calm his brother, but no words he could say helped. Darek left the hospital into the cold, eternal night before Dexter could stop him.
all that he could do now was reluctantly drive home on his own, to his father who would undoubtedly question where Darek went. unbeknownst to Dexter, Darek was on a rampage in the streets to smash and destroy what he could in a blind rage.
eventually, he was subdued and arrested by the lunar soldiers. it took a total of seven people tasing, wrestling, and pinning him to put him in handcuffs.
and while Darek wasn't afraid of what the cops would do to him (he would in fact thrive in prison) he was terrified of what his dad, Adrien, would do to him for this.
Adrien paid his bail. not to free him, but to give his son a piece of his mind. this resulted in Darek being beat to a pulp by him... and Darek was too afraid to fight back.
Dexter, seeing this, had enough and jumped their father to get him off of Darek. the resulting fight sparked something in Darek, the same spark several years back when he knocked out the lights from Desmond's friends.
Adrien would come to regret encouraging his son's violent behaviors when Darek joined in, no longer held back by fear as he grabbed one of his weights and smashed his father's face in until the blood in his throat stopped bubbling.
their father was dead, and Ren had to do clean up. he got a couple of trash bags and took apart his corpse like play dough with his knowledge of the modus, easily undoing any bloodstains using it. the soldiers wouldn't even know a murder was even committed here.
to this day, Dexter had never seen his brother smile that large in his life... and frankly, it both relieved and horrified him.
Where Does This Leave Us?
Darek had the means to leave, and the two of them took it.
they couldn't stay here anymore. Darek still had a trial to go to, and this would result in him being sentenced to life in prison, if not worse.
so... there was only one thing to do. they changed their names. Darek chose the name Rev, based on a sentimental whim. Dexter chose Ren, just to match with his brother.
and the next thing they did, was run. far, far away. that night, they rode away on Rev's motorcycle. the last person to ever see Darek and Dexter is now dead. no traces left behind, not even a chalk line of a body.
We'll Pick Up The Pieces Together
Rev and Ren now live a short while away from the capitol in the frozen forest in an abandoned bunker, refurbished with Ren's... fleshy decor and renovations. it was the only choice they had. they couldn't be found out after what they'd did.
Ren feels remorse, for both Desmond and his friends. he wishes bitterly that he could apologize, hating himself for not having better control. how could he bring it up now? their big brother was healing and moving on with his life. what would telling him do to help that? he tried his best to forget about it and move on as well, as hard it may have been.
with Ren's tinkering, he set up a recording setup in the bunker in his well furnished room that looked relatively normal to the average person. he took up being an adult camboy for an audience of horny folks who didn't mind when his brother joined him for some fun sexy times.
he would then take this to a cafe with proper network connection to upload them to his account, seeing as the bunker would not allow for reception.
it wouldn't be too long after that the two met an ex-convict by the name of Ridley and fell in love. the three shortly had their own little marriage ceremony. this is as normal of a life as they can live... and sometimes, you have to make due with what you have.
Ren spends a good amount of his waking moments living in regrets, trying to outrun ghosts of the past. but being cuddled up to the muscular bodies of his husbands makes it just a little bit easier.
if Rev ever needs to hide a body, Ren can easily clean up after his act. most of the time, they're men who remind Rev too much of his father and they end up as a part of the bunker's flesh lattice.
Father's Parting Gift
one fateful day, Ren got the karma he deserved for ending the lives of his ex boyfriend and Desmond's friends.
he was driving home from the capitol in his car, only for the brakes to fail and he ended up crashing severely into a large tree. the car totaled, the engine lit ablaze and exploded. Ren's quick thinking let him turn off his pain receptors before the searing of his limbs knocked him out cold from sheer pain.
crawling out of the wreck, Ren felt oddly resigned. even if it was only a sliver compared to the tragedy he'd caused, this was repayment, wasn't it?
Rev investigated the loud sound outside the bunker, discovering his brother mostly charred and covered in third degree and onward burns. he carried him in at Ren's behest, the latter promising he'd take care of it.
this resulted in Ren temporarily being a quad amputee, due to the fact that the demonic modus cannot manipulated charred, destroyed flesh. however, he still had spare intact limbs... from their father's corpse Ren took with him.
after a bit of struggle and Rev's (hesitant) assistance, Ren managed to hack off the limbs of their father's preserved, still warm, vegetable corpse due to the demonic energies within. he had no trouble applying the limbs to himself.
he felt no remorse treating their father's corpse like a doll. their dad never treated his sons like people, why should he?
while Ren was fully functional and healed off his burn scars, Rev from then on felt uncomfortable being touched by Ren with the hands who had beaten and molested him. fortunately, these limbs are detachable at will.
