Desmond is Darek's elder brother and the eldest quadruplet of the bunch. while most people would not bother with trying to get along with Darek, Desmond did. he tried his very best to help his little brother reach out, even offering his friend group to him.

but despite this Darek was incredibly envious of Desmond. in Darek's point of view, Desmond was the perfect student. he was top of the class, was pretty, had many friends due to his kind nature.

it wasn't like Darek wasn't pretty, being Desmond's splitting image as his twin. what was he doing wrong that Desmond was doing right?

beneath Darek's charismatic front, he was filled to the brim with seething rage and jealousy. this wasn't mutual. the only thing Desmond wanted to do was help his little brother. so he kept trying.

Darek made his first friends in middle school that he considered real friends - these people were also Desmond's friends... although, they were a bit cautious and on edge around Rev.

but despite this, they got along enough that Darek felt comfortable enough to let on about what he was going through at home. and you know what those people did?

they laughed at him.

and the next thing they knew, their faces were smashed in. it was a blur. one moment, Darek was surrounded by laughing, mocking faces, and the next thing he knew his hands were stained with their blood.

he was nearly expelled for this, having punched them so hard that they were knocked out and lost a few teeth. he wasn't sure why, but he picked them up and pocketed them as a sort of sadistic memento.

Darek still has their lost teeth today in a jar. this was the first time he began collecting them. his father wasn't even mad. he thought this made his son "manly" so he let it slide.

this was also around the time Dexter, Darek's younger brother, had his falling out with his boyfriend. they were all seventeen. said boyfriend was another one of Desmond's friend group. it was perfect.

Dexter was the only person that Darek trusted to vent, and when Dexter heard about his troubles he saw this as a perfect opportunity and asked him if he wanted to help him with something - a revenge plot.

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.

Desmond was lifted to the hospital. there, he was put into a medically induced coma and operated on.

Darek couldn't understand. so many people visited Desmond in the hospital, sent their well wishes, gifts, and cried for him. he had so many people who loved him. why would no one do the same for Darek?

this only served to enrage him further and he stormed out of the hospital, Dexter behind him, knowing exactly why he left in such a storm... but he had no words to calm him with. nothing he said would help Darek.

Darek spent the rest of the day on a rampage - breaking everything he could get his hands on, destroying property, vandalism. anyone who got in his way would lose their teeth.

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. his teeth were scattered everywhere like shards of broken porcelain... Darek picked them up and pocketed them.

and to this day, Dexter had never seen his brother smile that large in his life.

Dexter, who heavily studied forensic science, cleaned up the scene the best he could with Darek's help.

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.

Rev and Ren now live a short while away from the capitol in the frozen forest in a cabin. it was the only choice they had. they couldn't be found out after what they'd did.

Rev feels no remorse for what he did to his father. why should he? his dad didn't feel a single shred of it for what he did to him. no one had. everyone who should have been there for him failed him. in his mind, he owes them nothing.

but Desmond, he was a complicated case for the two of them. it would stew for ten whole years. Rev is unable to feel remorse the same way others do, he's known this for his entire life. but over the years, he realized that Desmond was only trying to help him and this revelation made him feel like an idiot. he couldn't feel bad for what he did to the same extent that others did, but he knew for a fact that he felt bad because he looked like a moron for misdirecting his anger.

just because he couldn't feel guilt on the same level as most others can, doesn't mean he couldn't learn from his actions and learn how to navigate his social situations. a lifetime of trying to fit in and building up his social front has taught him that he has to act to fit in.

his charisma and pretty looks led him to taking up the career of a gay prostitute and eventually found a job at the local gay bar as a dancer. after all, they needed income... and Ren followed up with the same profession, just in a more introverted fashion.

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.

Rev still finds it hard to sleep, having regular nightmares of ghostly faces laughing at him, especially the face of his father. but being cuddled up to the muscular bodies of his husbands makes it just a little bit easier.

however, he can't help but squeeze the throats of men who remind him of his dad way harder than he should. and sometimes... it ends up in another body to hide.