wickedlyxenvy

[wickedlyxenvy]

You know, I think we would've gotten along back in the day if you existed in my timeline. If your daddykins and mine were the same fucking person, he would be that petty bitch erasing the threat to his power. Come now, Hope, you aren't thinking of the bigger picture playing on the wrong team. from someone who has personally slaughtered all but pretty much one of my brothers, I know their weaknesses.

I'll speak of the sad excuse of a wallflower however I please. Murky is what happens when our father tries to make sure every trace of me doesn't exist. We may want the same thing initially, but not in the end, when your death is still on my wish list.

[wickedlyxenvy]

Is that any way you speak so ill of your own brother? I jostled around this Envy's head a great deal and surprise, surprise....he has a sister. His memories of you are quite murky, Hope, but we want the same thing. The downfall of our family.

The sniveling was getting rather unbefitting of a Prince, so thank you for putting that part of him out of his misery. Although you're still breathing, that's still a downside.

[wickedlyxenvy]

You mean the two last reminders of a traitor who dare steal my possessions from me. Even this Envy can understand taking what you want, Little Goddess, whether that is a crown or a realm, I'm here to ensure this other me loses everything.

I know which version you are. King Envy, father of Estella and Ulric, wielder of the Kingslayer in your timeline. You may think that you have a claim over the body you're possessing, but you don't.

[wickedlyxenvy]

King Envy. I'm certain you have met my regretful bundles of joy, Estella and Ulric.

Leave? Why would I leave when this realm has just begun its collision course of chaos?

Now, which version of Envy are you and when will you be leaving?

[wickedlyxenvy]

Curious and almost off-putting hearing another describe me as anything but the indubitable reckoning force that I am. King Angelus was my predecessor before I took his head and stole his crown. What I'm saying is you could fit my timeline as perfectly as one fits a puzzle piece clicking into place. Chances are, you aren't Greed's firstborn and so the crown belongs to someone else. I could benefit with someone of your expertise, Odie, someone who does not see me the monster in their world.

I don't hold the resentment towards my Envy because he has done nothing to deserve such treatment. I am Greed's, but he isn't the King in my timeline, either. The throne belongs to my grandfather, Angelus. What you're saying is that you want to choose someone other than your own children to be your heir, yet I do not fit into your timeline.

[wickedlyxenvy]

I like to believe myself such as a little of both. If you know which version of me that has come through, then you understand what the bigger problem is. With what I'm capable of.

Powerful, or just the most determined? Pray tell, what is the bigger problem?

[wickedlyxenvy]

And a tear in the timelines definitely brings out the powerful ones, doesn't it? You have bigger problems than that.

The tear in the timelines has thinned the realities, allowing alternate personalities to cross over. Curious.

[wickedlyxenvy]

Oh, no, your own big brothers don't recognize you, why is life so hard? Death and lessons do make me feel better, though. You smell just like him...my predecessor.

You know you would be on that list, right? Death and lessons don't bring back memories that people don't have.

[wickedlyxenvy]

I'm not searching for any other me coming to join the party, this body's mine and they can tear it from my cold dead hands. You do not hold the resentment my children do, Odessa, and you clearly carry a close bond with your Envy. Every King requires an heir who can lead in their legacy. I know, I know, you're technically Greed's, but he isn't ruling Hell where I'm from.

So, not only are you from a different reality, but you're possibly not the only one who could cross over to cohabitate the body of this Envy. Still begs the question of why you think I'll fit a mold that others could not?

[wickedlyxenvy]

Envy knew the moment he revealed what's been done to Gianna, there would be absolutely nothing preventing his son from taking action. The twins, through the years, grew a little too lax by the comfort he would never harm their mother, instead using her as leverage to receive the best reaction. Now that Gianna's life ended at his hands alone, the dam's walls containing the lengths he would travel against his own flesh and blood crumbled. Envy couldn't prepare himself for the surprise tackle, feeling his back slam into the ground with a loud groan from his lips. Ulric's punches landed hard, wreaking pain throughout the King's body no matter where they made contact, the sound of bones screaming with protest. He could taste the iron tinge of blood the moment his nose snapped, streaming the liquid over his mouth. Even as Ric wrapped his hands around his throat and applied pressure, Envy did nothing but barrel through a barrage of manic laughter, the choked noise moving past his lips relentlessly. "You can stab me with a thousand swords, kiddo, but I will die happy knowing I took my children down with me." Envy's fingers wrapped around one of Ulric's forearms and rotated his hand to the side sharply as hard as he could, the movement's resistance working against Ric's grip on his throat, the demon grinning maliciously as he heard a sickening snap. Taking advantage of the moment, Envy kneed him aggressively in the stomach and switched their positions, prying Ulric's other hand from his neck. "I gave you and Estella everything. A home, a title those who kneel at our feet would murder for, yet you spoiled brats take advantage of my kindness by conspiring with my brother." Envy growled, pinning the wrist of his son's uninjured arm above his head. His free hand wrapped around and removed a dagger that was not his own from the waistband of his pants, "You need to be reminded of what you are every day, Ric." Envy pushed himself slightly up and pressed the tip of the dagger into the inside of Ulric's arm, holding the limb down as firmly as he could while he began carving letter by letter. The borders were jagged, the flesh fraying and streaking blood, but he cared not for perfect. Traitor. The demon unleashed a devilish sneer once he finished the word, dismounting and pushing himself to his feet. "Once I clean this mess you and your sister have made, perhaps I will find Hell two deserving heirs worthy of their crowns." At the last word, Envy sent a hard kick to the young man's side. "And you, Ulric, will be nothing. A forgotten footnote in my reign."

The movement was too fast for Ulric to dodge, or perhaps the prince honestly wasn't expecting it; the slap left a lasting sting and a resulting impact that rang uncomfortably in his ear. For all he'd been through, Ric never had to worry about physical retaliation from his father, but it seemed the moment he and Stell crossed the line to plan Envy's murder, nothing was stopping him. Ulric's focus shifted back to his father, trying to listen past the momentary daze, but his father did what he was best at: keeping Ric disarmed – unable to guess his next moves until they'd already transpired. The prince's knees met the ground just as many people before who would soon lose their heads to his father, but it wasn't until the topic turned to his mother that he gained the clarity he needed. His father not only crossed a line against him, but also against his mother. Oh, his beautiful mother, full of kindness and love. Truly a gentle soul amidst Hell. Wiped out so cruelly, dying in her confinement that he and Estella promised to break her free from. "No," Ulric whined mournfully, the sheer shock of seeing the severed limb that could have belonged to anyone overriding any need to purge himself of the contents of his stomach. He knew his father wouldn't have bluffed. The stench of decay was pungent from the one small digit, but the gold ring was unmistakable as he held the severed finger in his hand. Ric looked up at his father from where he knelt, the melancholy warring with the pure rage that was flooding his system. His father had already killed the love of his life once; now, his mother. Nothing was stopping him from going after him or his sister, and Envy all but admitted to going after Rinn again– he had nothing to lose. The rage won. He didn't say anything outside of an anguished yell as he launched himself at his father, tackling them both to the ground. Giving Envy no time to retaliate, Ulric rained down punch after punch on every inch of exposed skin, as hard as he could, only stopping when his knuckles began to split and his chest was heaving with the exertion. The prince knew there would be no death claiming his father without his dagger, but he would bring the demon as close as he could. Ric moved his hands to wrap around his father's throat, "I can't kill you now, but I'll make you a promise. You won't hurt anyone else before I find your dagger and gut you like the pig you are." The prince squeezed his hands with emphasis, words dripping from his lips in a savage snarl. "I won't stop until I carve out your heart and show it to you."

[wickedlyxenvy]

Slip of the tongue, I suppose, wires are crossed when a different version of me sneaks through. My brothers where I'm from all turned against me. Some didn't fit my vision of a perfect kingdom, but you just might.

It didn't just resurrect the dead, my darling sweet Odie, it's weakened the defenses of the more vulnerable of minds like your beloved uncle here. Pining for his now vile ex-wife, destroyed by his own flesh of blood, a broken man. But you...you are smarter than most.

Odie. You called me that in my timeline as well. You make it sound like you and your brothers don't get along. I can assure you that you are loved in the family.

I figured something must have happened outside my own time to cause such a disruption.

[wickedlyxenvy]

I have come to recently learn you don't always need family, they disappoint you in the end. I'd kill them, but that doesn't teach the lesson properly.

I'm doing about as well as anyone can when their closest friends and family don't know who they are.

[wickedlyxenvy]

"Now, where has this freely loquacious son of mine been? Your time away loosened your tongue, Ulric, but we can easily remedy that." Envy raised a hand and smacked the boy across the face as harshly as he could, hard enough that it left the back of his palm stinging. "Would you care to know what you and this disgusting, sniveling version of me have in common, my boy?" The demon King's hands shot out again, gripping the fabric of Ric's shirt and yanking him to the ground. Envy never once shown physical violence toward his own children, but when the twins conspired against him, punishments were called for. "I have taken your mother from you." Envy reached into his jacket pocket and produced a severed appendage, yellowed in color and a grotesque collection of dried blood at the stump. Wrapped around the finger still was Gianna's golden wedding band. "I warned you and Estella both of what would happen if my expectations were not met." He shoved the finger in Ulric's face before carelessly dropping it to the ground. "Your mother's blood is on your hands, Ulric, just as Nyrinn's. And believe me, I will find that one when I'm finished and bring his head to you."

Enjoy is a word I wouldn't say since we still had to deal with a version of you, but I guess we stabbed him in the back by taking away our mother from him.

[wickedlyxenvy]

My little disappointment.

Did you and Estella enjoy your reprieve while I was gone? Or were you planning on more ways to stab me in the back?

Father.

[wickedlyxenvy]

Hell's bells, the me in this timeline was getting real fucking whiny.

Freedom...finally.

[wickedlyxenvy]

I'm surprised you're even still here, kid. Please don't tell me you witnessed all of that.

We don't have to talk about anything, but I don't think that you should be alone.

[wickedlyxenvy]

Sorry he started turning himself into a human wrecking ball and breaking your shit. Then you know what a pain in the ass it is resisting temptation of taking the easy road by sticking with the same destructive patterns we know. Yeah, well, your twin has never looked at me with anything else but dismissive eye rolls and gossipy little judgement. Worst-case scenarios and sarcasm are the only two things I have anymore. Maybe Lysander if he doesn't regret living with me. And you now, I guess, why is that?

Like a man who just witnessed not only his brother falling apart but his sister, and then started demolishing my house when I wouldn't let him out to go after your head. That wasn't me condemning you – we can all go destructive, but I also know you've worked hard to not be that. Hey, easy– I don't necessarily agree with what he's thinking right now, but that's still my twin. I'll help where I can. Okay– just for once, try not to jump to worst-case scenarios. It's not exactly helping your mindset.