Olivia Green: Envy's Child [COMPLETED]

Chapter 29: Excuse me?!

"You have only brought chaos!" Wrath roars, her almond shaped eyes burning rubies as her fist slams onto the table, causing the mahogany frame to rattle.

 She is magnificent. Adorning a pair of black hose, she wears knee high, burgundy leather boots with a matching, sleeveless, studded coat over the top of a black tunic. Her ferocity burns brighter than the eternal fires, her cheekbones sharper than the great sword sheathed on her back, the handle matching the golden band which holds her ponytail high on top of her head, allowing the obsidian strands to fall down her back like a waterfall between her two large shoulder blades. She is the epitome of strength, a demon bull ready to plow through any enemy set against her, especially with her tinged red horns which curl towards the tip.

"Wrath," warns Lucifer. "You're the one causing the chaos."

"And you're the one with with a daughter! A daughter you have kept secret for nearly sixteen years!" she exclaims. "Everyone here seriously can't be alright with this."

"It is what it is," shrugs Sloth, a short, bony, ebony skinned woman with long, black, beaded dreadlocks framing her thin face. Her pale, nearly grey eyes stare sullenly at Wrath, her thin shoulder shrugging emphasizing how dainty her figure is. Her tail is wrapped around the arm of her chair, figure wearing a sleeveless, halter neck jumpsuit in a light blue shade that nearly matches her irises. "No point getting angry."

"Don't test me Sloth," Wrath growls, pointing a glove clad hand at one of the seven original demons. "Remember, I can crush you like a "If you could catch me," she says, taking a sip from her glass of wine. "You are all brawn, yet your brain is as simple as a mouse."

"Oh, I'll show you who the mouse is," Wrath says, unsheathing her sword and slashing it through the air.

Sloth disappears and slips away, the sword slices through the chair and falls apart, the slashing silencing the room from mutters. I look around curiously for the invisible demon, noticing the slight shift of the scenery walking up to the throne. She reappears next to Lucifer and smiles a yellow smile, "You really should have told us before, Emperor. Whilst I am easily accepting, your other subjects aren't."

Lucifer merely waves his hand away just as four imps flutter into the room, ropes grasped in their claws holding up a replacement chair. They lower it, remove the ropes before dutifully exiting the room; strange creatures. Speaking of imps, Samson is perched on my shoulder, I'm still wearing my dress from earlier after the announcement. We thought it'd be best for us to go back to The Centre as quick as possible to see their reaction; I'm currently stood at the base of the throne, by the steps waiting for something interesting to happen. Well, I am certainly not disappointed- Wrath seems like a fun girl.

"My other subjects should remember their place," he grumbles, grasping the arm of his throne tight. He's getting frustrated. 

"Your Highness," Greed pipes up, his light yellow eyes falling over me to Satan. His snowy hair is styled perfectly, pale skin appearing healthy whilst his figure is draped in luxuries. He wears a three piece grey suit with a light yellow tie, smart brown shoes and multiple rings of all shapes and sizes on his fingers, an expensive watch and even bejeweled earrings. "I am fine with this, as long as she marries one of my children."

"Excuse me?!" 

Their eyes snap to me, conveniently forgetting I am here. A common trait with the original demons I see. Greed smirks slyly, tilting his head to the side in faux confusion, "Yes Princess?"

"I haven't agreed to marriage," I say with a frown. "And who says I wish to marry one of your children? I've met one of your sons, he's a snake."

Greed only chuckles, "You assume you have a choice."

"And you assume you have any say."

"So you have not told her," Greed says to my father, releasing a fake sigh. "What a pity that I have to do that for you."

"Before you try and offend your emperor any more," Envy says with a smooth voice, nursing a glass of poison. "I would like to say how Olivia was not aware of her true father until recently, so be careful with your words."

"Of course," Greed says. "My deepest apologies Satan. I did not intend to offend you. However it is important that your daughter is aware of the fact she requires a spouse."

"And I agree," The Devil nods.

I whip my head around and glare at him, "You have got to be joking."

"Daughter, the true heir to my throne requires a husband or wife to assist with the task to care for Hell. It is not a simple task, therefore I recommend marrying more than one demon to make ruling simpler."

"Polyandry," I mutter, massaging my temples tiredly. "This is honestly madness."

"Preferably a child from each of us," Wrath says, nodding her head once.

"Hold on," I say with a raised hand. These ancient beings look at me in surprise, probably not used to someone bossing them around. "How come you aren't married, father?"

He shuts his eyes and shakes his head, "I proved myself."

"So surely I can prove myself too."

"No!" he exclaims, shaking the room. "I would never allow that. I'd prefer you to marry-"

"I don't want marriage," I grimace. "I should be able to rule as I please without needing anyone to support me. If I were to marry, it'd be for myself, not for anyone else."

"Awww," coos Sloth. "How sweet. I can feel my teeth rotting."

"They are rotting anyway," mother says spitefully, narrowing her gaze. "If my daughter wants to do this, then she can do it. Like me, she is headstrong and will not give in so easily."

"We do not have time for another challenge," Gluttony says. He is a big-bellied, bronzed man with a bald head and friendly, round eyes. His beard is long and reaches above his belly button, thick with various plaits and twists, with colored string wrapped around certain strands. He wears a padded, burnt orange coat over a black, short tunic which hugs his stomach. With this he wears a pair of black trousers with loafers, various stones hang around his neck and bedazzle his fingers. "We have bigger things to worry about."

"Now is not the time," Satan cuts off. "Wait. Where is Vanity?"

"His wife is in labor," Gluttony clarifies. "Again."

"I'm surprised he has time to run a kingdom," mumbles Sloth before cracking up, cackling with her head thrown back and tongue piercing on show.

"Will you shut your mouth?" Mother growls. "You are severely suffering from halitosis."

Sloth glares at Envy, "Now I hope your daughter dies during these challenges."

"I have already said, Olivia will not be participating-"

"Father," I interrupt. "Let me speak for myself. I want to show my worth."

"Surely we should have a vote," Gluttony speaks. 

Satan closes his eyes and releases a sigh of annoyance, "Fine. Raise your hand if you wish for Olivia to continue forth with the challenges."

Envy, Sloth and Lust raise their hands. I am surprised Lust hasn't even spoken throughout the entirety of this meeting, preferring to keep his opinion to himself. His dark blue skin contrasts with his glacial blue eyes, black hair slicked back emphasizing his angular jawline. He wears a deep blue and white kurta pajama set with silver detailing on both pieces, woven sandals and minimal jewelry. 

"So it is a split decision," Father concludes.

"Are you saying I'm not entitled to have my own vote?" I ask, anger lacing my voice.

"Olivia, will you stop being a petulant child?" he says in annoyance.

"As soon as you stop being a controlling parent!" I exclaim, hands on my hips whilst I glare at him. We stare at each other for a solid couple of seconds before he gives in and waves his hand.

"Vote then."