Olivia Green: Envy's Child [COMPLETED]

Chapter 43: You Can't Be Late To The War

Wrath's realm is a steampunk fantasy. Machinery is incorporated into the main designs for houses, as well as acting as the infrastructure of the properties whilst keeping a somewhat medieval element. Homes are conjoined, stairwells leading up and through intertwining structures leaves no space, however there is a very good reason for this. The paved road is bustling with city life; a leather workers, carpenters and blacksmiths paradise. I notice that the bottom level of the city is mainly for business, then as the buildings stack on top of each other it turns into houses.

Romulus and I make it to what they call 'The Ridge', where the city stops suddenly and the training grounds begin about twenty feet down. The training grounds alone covers the same area as the bustling city, joint by a single, sturdy, steel staircase. Overlooking, Wrath's glorious mansion gleams under the dim lighting. 

The structure is revolutionary, crafted by the best demon craftsmen in our realm. The base is smaller than the upper levels, various rooms jutting out at peculiar angles, beams and bridges intersecting at different intervals managing to support this entire masterpiece. It is primarily made of oak and stone, complimented with a bronze material; the most amazing aspect of this is the large, working clock clearly visible from my distant position. Embedded into the stone wall, the three large hands silently turn as if designed to remain quiet. 

The gravel field is divided into sections, with the Original Demon's help we have configured a plan of action and even discussed how to reach it. Since Wrath has the grounds to train such a sizable army, we agreed to her offer hence why all of the royal children are here. Romulus is to lead the charge on the ground whilst I lead the strike team in the skies; I've been taking extra time at Divine Academy to learn how to fly and strengthen my muscles. Admittedly I'm nervous, I haven't been able to fly perfectly yet, always propelling myself off the ground and soaring back down. Ashton doesn't want me to pull a muscle. All of Vanity students have trained for their wings, specifically choosing exercises to strengthen their back and improve their stamina. Ashton believes we have time, believes that by taking the longer safe route that everything is to be fine.

I'm not allowed to tell the angels anything of hell, father has warned me. Apparently slip ups reveal vulnerability. Lucifer tells me he trusts God, yet it's the angels he is skeptical about; a lot of them despise father and would love to hit him where it hurt. Which is difficult when you're trying to tell an angel to hurry up on training. 

"Well this is impressive," Samson mutters more to himself than anyone. The imp has a habit of talking aloud. "So, I've been thinking Olivia. Maybe I should lead a battalion, ya know since imps can go outside the walls without slowly frying from the outside in. Maybe I can take some of the Vanity kids from your hands and lead them directly to Adreanna?"

"Your pet speaks is a jester, little one."

"He's as comedic as he is dumb," I respond, touching down on the gravel. 

"I am also sensitive," Samson declares, swooping around my head. "You mock me princess."

I simply ignore him and approach Wrath, she places her hands on her prominent baby bump subconsciously as she looks upon everyone, chest rising and falling in a controlled manner. She's stood in the middle on a raised platform, with seating and cushions lying around for her to rest. Her hair as usual is in a high pony tail with the metal band wrapping around her luscious strands, tall and broad stature proud and strong. 

Wrath has five spouses, three husbands and two wives. Kian Scarlet is stood next to her, easily chatting away to his loved one whilst holding her drink. One of her wives, Ezra is sat on the pillow with a little boy who looks eerily close to Zac.

"You took your time," Wrath says without turning her head. "You can't be late to the war, child of Envy."

"I was at training," I say quietly. "I will not apologize for that. Especially since I didn't agree a time anyway."

"Training will always start at dawn," she says simply, turning her head to look at me. "You wouldn't know that though, would you?"

Instead of retaliating I look around to see the children of Vanity split into two groups, there are twenty of them which are of age, however the younger ones are all pouting and throwing tantrums. Charlie appears stressed, running his fingers through his curly hair as I approach. He catches my eye and smirks, "Guys, you should ask the future Empress instead of us."

Three of the children don't have their wings, a set of twins who appear to be under ten and then Zane, the prankster in year seven. They look unimpressed, yelling at their seventeen older siblings. Zane turns to me and scowls, "There has got to be something we can do to help."

"Yeah!" Exclaims one of the twins. "This is mean."

"You'll be helping us out by staying here, safe," I say calmly. "You're stopping us from training currently."

"Yes, it is called a refawootion," the other twin claims. "Zane told me."

"Revolution," he corrects. "What we're trying to say is that we want to help. So many of the children want to, who are under sixteen. There has to be a job we can do."

"Staying safe is the best job," I respond. "I appreciate your willingness to help us win this war, however you will simply get in the way."

"This is unfair!"

"So is life so get over it," I say hardly. "You will not understand now but you will once we've won this war. So please, go home."

Zane glares at me and takes his little sisters hands, stomping off to the staircase in a rage. I let out a sigh and glare at Charlie, "Thanks a lot."

"Any time," he waves off.

We begin talking about formations, weapons and more, spending the time with primarily bows. Charlie is definitely the most irritating out of the lot, however they all share the common trait of being really proud. I can't help by feel nervous regarding this entire situation, my heart pounds against my ribs and the familiar feeling of butterflies in my stomach makes me feel nauseous. I just hope I don't let anyone down.