Olivia Green: Envy's Child [COMPLETED]

Chapter 8: Sweet Peas and Cherry Blossoms

Mr Stain is a 5'10, balding greed demon with a forked, grey tongue and a pair of glasses. He wears black trousers, smart shoes and a black shirt, causing his yellow tie to pop out against the dark colours. He's the demonology teacher of Blasphemy High, a very knowledgable man with a curious way of showing it. He likes to brag- it's pretty obvious actually, he is an avarice demon after all.

"Good morning class," he smirks and looks around the room, noticing which students he has to teach. "I see a lot of familiar faces, it's nice to see you all again. Today we'll be covering about why demons need sins. Now can everyone remind me about the different sins?"

Multiple students raise their hands, and he nods approvingly, "Miss Menon?"

"Which one," laughs Anika, the eldest of the Menon twins; two lust demons who are polar opposites. Anika is very flirtatious with a high body count, styling her hair long and layered, landing just above her waist. She wears her blue tie squiffy, doesn't bother with the blazer of her uniform meanwhile wearing a short sleeve, tight school shirt and an even tighter, small pencil skirt that shows off all of her curves. A slutty version of our uniform.

Meanwhile her sister, Deya, is more formal, wearing a pencil skirt that stops just above her knees, with a school jumper tucked in over her dark blue tie. Her hair is shoulder length with bangs framing her deep blue face, light freckles dotting her nose and complimenting her gorgeous hazel eyes. She has a smaller body count, preferring to have sex with only one guy during a period of time without it being official, before stopping it to make sure she doesn't catch feelings. She explained this to me and I can't blame her, sometimes it's tiring fucking different guys.

"Anika," he confirms with a sly grin. "Please."

"Avarice, gluttony, wrath, vanity, sloth, envy and of course, lust."

Mr Stain wets his lips and nods approvingly, "You're right. Well done poppet. Now can someone please tell me what happens when you are exposed to your designated sin? Ah, the other Miss Menon, how about you tell me?"

"Well," she clears her throat and puts her hands on top of the desk. "Whenever I'm exposed to lust, it smells really good and really appealing. It makes me feel stronger, better and healthier. I don't know if this is for everyone though."

"No, no," Mr Stain holds his hands up. "You're completely right flower. When I'm exposed to greed, I feel much better about myself. This is what we'll be discussing today, about the impact of sins on demons and how we are dependent on it."

"Dependent?" Echoes Felix, eyebrows furrowing.

"Please don't shout out in my class, Mr Fernsby. That will be a warning," Mr Stain reprimands, his voice becoming cold as he jots Felix's name on the board.

Not going to lie, it's nice to see Felix suffer, especially since his cheeks flush bright pink and he sags in his seat. I know I worked well with him this morning, however I haven't forgotten what type of person he is. I care about my grades, not some bigheaded, small brained individual.

"Demons need sins, it's in our nature. Since The Devil himself fell from Heaven and was 'punished' with becoming the Emperor of hell, he needed his minions. Loyal servants that did his every wish. Hence he searched, far and wide and studied the humans.

"He came to terms with seven primary sins that these humans committed regularly, these deadly sins that could potentially lead them to commit unforgivable crimes that would damn their souls to hell. Now, what did he do next? Miss Hodgkin, please tell me."

"He c-created the very embodiment of each of th-these sins," she stutters nervously. "Hence creating the original demons."

"Nice work dear," he smirks. "We all know these stories, however this is important to cover. What did these original demons do? Miss Piper, I love your wings, I think they compliment you very well, you look stunning. Can you please answer my question?"

Bella Piper is a vanity demon with flaming red hair and freckled skin. She is the lead reporter for Blasphemy High's newspaper and does her job exceptionally well, typically getting her charisma from her now deceased father. Archie Piper was a sergeant in Hell's army, one of his lower-ranked soldiers that he was overseeing angered an angel when on the human's plane, therefore Archie tried to save him. Only he died a hero.

"The original demons summoned minor demons to do their bidding, creating the start of thousands of new lineages."

"Right," he nods. "But what made demons so unique? Why do we feel better when we are in the presence of sin? Olivia, how about you tell me flower."

"I didn't raise my hand," I frown.

He shrugs, "I want to involve more students. Now please, if you may?"

I sigh and roll my eyes, "Well, it's in our nature. We were born out of sin, so it makes sense that we need sin in order to flourish. We are weak without it, stronger with it, therefore we need it for our society to succeed."

"You are right. Demons do depend on sin in order for us to be more powerful. You'll often find that demons stick in groups and are never isolated, or else they won't be able to access any sin. Hence they'll be weakened, struggle to do tasks effectively and constantly be tired."

Brent raises his hand to ask a question how Mr Stain for some reason ignores it, moving on with the lesson. The avarice demon then turns to the chalkboard and begins writing something central, 'sins'.

"Miss Menon mentioned earlier how she smelt something whenever she was around lust. Since we are a secondary school, I'm sure she smells this regularly. So bringing this question back to you Deya, what do you smell?"

"It's very sweet, my father told me it was sweet peas combined with cherry blossoms," she smiles.

"Right. Commonly, most demons of a particular sin will smell the same thing, due to them originating typically from the same place. Why do you think lust demons smell sweat things Miss Piper?"

"I'm not sure," she furrows her brows. "Are their any connotations to lust with sweetness?"

"It sure could be described as sweet," Brent chuckles and gains an icy glare from Mr Stain, the temperature of the room becomes noticeably cooler.

"That is a warning for you, Mr Amber. I suggest you refrain from making crude comments in the presence of women," as he jots the scent down on the chalkboard.

"Sorry sir."

"Miss Green, what do you smell?"

"Green apples and cinnamon," I respond curtly, disliking the attention on me. I love attention, the feeling of people's eyes on me is one I adore. However, his eyes on me feels worst at a cheese grater running down my skin.

I look at Felix from the corner of my eye as he has a revelation from the familiar scent he's had for fifteen years of his life. What a thick skulled angel.