Olivia Green: Envy's Child [COMPLETED]

Chapter 19: A Large Black Throne

I blink.

Opening my eyes I find myself in a room with black marble flooring, grey wallpaper with intricate silver designs and a high, slanted cieling. It is empty, the portal stone is on a raised platform where I soon step down; the lights are dim and pale.

I inhale a jagged breath, rolling my shoulders and clenching my fists before forcing myself to stride to the doors. Cold shivers rake my body and it's only now I realise I haven't eaten anything all day. On am empty stomach and little sleep, I try and keep my confident facade. I need answers, that's what'll keep me going. Finding out what the heaven is wrong with me.

I pause in front of the grande double doors, woven from some alien metal with intricate designs that appear complicated yet beautiful. Dangerous yet delicate. I contemplate what I'm actually about to do, I could get into serious trouble for this. Yet Mr Caville is correct; it's something I'd normally do.

I go to push open the double doors yet they suddenly open for me, quickly and forcefully. I startle yet compose myself just in time to see a seven foot, muscular man wearing blackened silver armour. It looks like the normal guard's protective coverings, apart from the fact that one of his pauldrons are a large piece with spikes curving away from his body. The individual has impressive sized horns sticking out of his head, mocha skin tone emphasising his pale grey, almost white almond shaped eyes and dreadlocks. I think it's fair to say he has authority.

"You are not supposed to be here," his gravelly voice snarls, nearly animalistic but highly threatening. "You have not been summoned."

"I am Olivia Green, daughter of Queen Envy. I must see her at once," I say coldly, trying to make myself seem authoritative.

His lips twitch as if he finds something amusing, "A princess in a court full of kings and queens. Demanding to be seen, how amusing."

"And you are?" I ask cruelly, getting pissed off by this guys attitude.

"I am Romulus, first born of Wrath," he says, chin raising as he looks down at me trying to imbue power.

It works slightly, any second I want to run but I can't. I won't. I don't want to be a victim for the second time today, "So a prince in a court full of kings and queens."

His brows furrow and he growls slightly, "No. I am a captain of the army."

"So am I supposed to be impressed?" I scoff. "Please, I've seen more interesting demons in Blasphemy High's toilets. Now I need to see my mother on matters that are above you, somethings your airhead won't grasp."

"Don't anger me small one."

"Or what?" I pout when I want to bolt. "You'll throw a tantrum?"

"I am so close to throwing you in jail."

"And risk pissing off Queen Envy? Do you want to die from poisoning?"

He only curses and stares at me, "Urgent?"

"Very," I say earnestly. "Will you show me where to go?"

He grumbles under his breath and grabs me by the wrist, trying to drag me behind him. I get scared, hating the fact he's overpowered me, "Stop!" I stare at him in anger, wrenching my wrist from his grasp.

He looks at me with me surprise, "What is it?"

"I don't want you to touch me," I spit, anger burning in the pit of my stomach.

He inhales it and stares at the ceiling as if that'll give him answers; we're in a curved hallway, the circular building shaped like a donut where the skyscraper is central- where my mother will be. "Fine, but keep up small one."

I just glare at him as he swivels around and continues walking, "You know your brother Zac has more manners than you."

"He's a little bitch," caveman waves off.

"What? Because he's not a control freak like you?" I laugh icily. "You don't understand the half of it."

"You're right, I don't understand," Romulus shrugs, the action awkward for his large frame and bulky armour. "I was raised to be tough and violent, not bitchy."

"Oh really? I had no idea," I snipe whilst tugging down my dress sleeve, realising my bruises are on show for this bonehead to see. The sight of the yellowish bruises make me feel sickly, nervous and worried. They're nearly healed.

The guy steps to a door which is equally as impressive as the last, only this time it is made out of gold and has black gems intertwined in the gorgeous strands of metal. I could marvel at it for hours, only he pushes it open, his biceps flexing under the effort.

It opens to a grande room in blacks, golds and silvers. There's a circular table with seven thrones in different colours; emerald, scarlet, light blue, navy, amber and sunset orange. There isn't a roof, the skyscraper is a hollow with chambers acting as levels with glass screens; where the souls are kept. There are thousands of them, if not millions. I guess they don't require much space. At the top is a white beam shooting up, a glittery light that looks almost ethereal if I didn't know what it was composed of.

The kings and queens stand around the large round table, pointing to the centre at certain maps and discussing a seemingly important subject. A large black throne towards the back of the room on a raised platform looking down on the table isn't present, lending me to believe that it's The Devil's. A part of me forgot that he lived at the Centre.

The Original demons quieten and turn to us, their powerful gazes scrutinising my very presence. Romulus bows dutifully, "She demands an audience with Queen Envy."

Mother raises a brow; today she's wearing a high neck, sleeveless, viridian green dress with her hair neatly put in a twisted low bun. Her lips and cheeks are stained a pinky colour, eyes emphasised with a sharp wing that lifts her face. "I thought I made it very clear with my letter, daughter."

"This is different," I say, tone calm when I feel my throat tightening.

She sighs through her noise and rises from her seat, straightening her dress and giving everyone a curt nod, "I will be back." As she glides towards me her eyes turn hard and icy, indicating for Romulus to shut the doors after us. She stays in the hallway, looking around as if she's searching for something or someone. "Well?"

"Look at my leg," I say lowly. "It's fully healed within a couple of days."

"I know," she nods.

"And the bruises I acquired this morning after the... incident," I swallow. "They're nearly gone," I roll up my sleeve to show the yellowish welts are dissipating.

"I thought they would."

"So you know what's going on with me," I persist. "I want to know."

"I was going to tell you last night only you dismissed it," she shakes her head. "This is not a good place to discuss this, Olivia."

"Yes, well now I'm scared and I need to know," I snap. "I need to clear this. I need to distract myself and find out the truth rather than lying in bed in self pity."

"This is really not the time—"

"Then make time," I hiss. "My bones have healed. I knocked out Mr Stain from this weird 'force' or whatever. I've been followed by imps which has freaked me out—"

"Imps?" She pales and shakes her head. "That's not good. You're not even sixteen yet—"

"What?" I snap.

"And this 'force'?" She questions. "Like a pulse? Or a pressure?"

"Yes, how did you know?"

She genuinely looks nervous, "Your powers are coming through quicker than I'd have thought they would."

"By any chance you don't have them, do you?" I ask quietly, wide eyed as realisation dawns on me.

"No," she says cooly. "But your father does."

"Yet no other demons have these abilities," I respond.

"That's because your father isn't a demon," she says, looking at something behind me with a conflicted expression. "He's The Devil."