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Envy further situated himself on his throne, growing far too comfortable given the dire circumstances surrounding the conversation. The King who sat in this chair before him, the closest man he ever had to a father, lorded over the realm with an iron fist and despite his best efforts proclaiming a repeat of the past held all denial, the similarities were indeed present. Unlike his predecessor, however, he cared for his children. His twins, as misguided as they were and still are, were everything. The lasting pieces of in him that once led the demon to believe he could be good. Now, nothing about that part of Envy remained. "What is there to explain?" Envy placed his palms on either side of the throne's rests and leaned back slowly, surprised the boy stood to look him in the eye. A rarity, but it did happen. "I found you two in a screaming match, Ulric, princes aren't spoken to in that way. Why should I allow that to slide for any reason you may give when it doesn't matter?" The King breathed a scoff and shook his head slowly with disappointment. "I decide if punishments are necessary. For a servant," Envy leaned forward in suspicion, "You cared for him way too much."

Ironically, the argument between him and Nyrinn stemmed from the other boy not wanting to skulk around in the shadows to be with the Prince. The situation was so demanding on Nyrinn that their relationship was hidden, resulting in the Prince pleading and begging to stay with him instead of leaving him. It ended with their voices growing too loud, something that Ulric never did, attracting the unwanted attention of his father. All his father saw was someone disrespecting his son and nothing else– the rage Ulric felt coming off of Envy in waves was too much to reason with, even if the King could never see reason. Then, it was a flurry of movement. Guards ripped Ulric away from Nyrinn while the servant was dragged to the courtyard. What the Prince was forced to witness was cataloged right alongside the deaths of his uncles. The brutality alone was nightmare fuel, but Ulric watched every moment of it while his voice grew hoarse from screaming at his father to stop, with only his sister rooting him to the ground as a way to keep him from meeting the same fate. Then, it was over as quick as it started.

Only Estella kept him together while they waited in the throne room. The oppressive atmosphere was bearing down on him so much that it was hard to breathe. His sister's arm around his shoulder grounded him as he focused on breathing, even if it was a jarring seesawing motion. Barely a moment of reprieve passed before their father stormed into the throne room and demanded that he be left alone. Of course, Estella, being Estella, protested but eventually relented and left him with a gentle squeeze of his hand, transferring as much of her strength to him as possible. Ulric didn't bother raising his gaze, which was glued to the floor when he was addressed, letting the silence pass as he digested the sheer audacity of the statement. While his sister was the speak first, think later type of person– Ulric was the opposite. Though even his father's comment almost made him snap in response. It was too early, too raw for this conversation. Dismissing the fact that his father did very much enjoy the execution, the sheer bloodbath being proof, Ulric finally met his father's gaze sitting on his throne built on the backs of others he breaks and murders. "You didn't even give me a chance to explain. This was unnecessary."

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Public executions were always his favorite spectacle, it's a wonder why he didn't do them very often. Most prisoners of the kingdom did not last long in the dungeons save for one, either the desolate silence drove them to madness or the king took their heads. No, this slaying required an audience as a prime example. It did not take long between the time he found his son and another member of his staff in a very loud shouting match and dragging the traitor to the main courtyard of the palace. After calling upon all occupants who resided within its walls, including sending for Estella, came the main event. There, for everyone to witness as he hammered in the point of what could become of them if they ever offended Envy, he laid waste on his vengeance. The sword cut through flesh and bone, severing the head cleanly while the man ignore the screams from his two children in a pleading manner that traveled in one ear and out the other. Envy demanded the guards escort the twins back into the throne room before he turned on his heel and followed after once he drank in the waves of terror from his subjects.

Envy pushed open the doors of the throne room to be greeted by the sight of his offspring, Estella's gaze tossing a death glare as her arm remained wrapped around her brother's shoulders. Always the protector, his daughter is, yet it was difficult pinpointing exactly which parent she inherited that from. "Estella, you are free to go. I need to speak with your brother privately." The girl shook her head furiously, tightening her grip in defiance. The previous moment's events clearly drained her energy, he could feel it. "I'm not leaving him with you." Envy breathed an agitated growl, pointing in the direction of the door and slightly raising his voice with the demand, "Go. Before I have you confined to your chambers." He watched her glance between him and her twin as she offered Ulric her hushed affirmations, giving her brother's hand a squeeze, before she was sent away with a guard as an escort. Hearing the doors close, Envy flung the hem of his cape back with flair and proceeded toward the stairs leading to the throne. Turning around, he finally addressed his son. "I do not take pleasure in any of this, Ulric. My hand was forced."

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"Okay, fine." Envy held up his hands in mock surrender, knowing when and when not to pick his battles with a brother who could kick his ass if he so desired. "But when all is said and done, you are going to come running straight to me and say that I told you so. Believe it or not, I'm always the right party when it comes to an argument even with you."

Enough. I don't care what you think you know about why I don't want to take the throne, just stop. You should know by now that constantly pestering me to do something will solidify the fact that I don't want it. You have better things to do with your time.

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You do realize I know the reason that's holding you back, right? Becoming King of Hell would mean absolutely nothing, spending yours day on a throne, without her. I don't want to pester anyone else when anyone else won't take it.

I don't care what you want, Envy, and you're wrong about this. I don't want the hells-be-damned title, not now– not ever. You'd do best to realize that and find someone else to pester into taking the throne.

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Envy pushed off angrily from where he was standing, turning around and creating distance between himself and Isabel. The time spent without his complete abilities left the Prince losing his grip a little as the rage seeped from his feet into the very ground they stood on, sending a vibration echoing against the home's walls. He could bring down buildings, cut through the earth itself if he unleashed every drop he possessed. "What you did for Greed, Bel, is but a small fraction of the reason those fuckers are even here snooping around." Envy turned again, slightly wincing knowing somewhere in the home, Gianna would feel his emotions. "If Cronus makes a single move toward my wife and me, I'll borrow Kingslayer and shove it so far up his ass, the blade sticks out of his fucking mouth." The demon pressed his lips tightly together and nodded as he debated thoroughly. "You say that as if there is another way to go about this, Bel, without fucking shit up. I'll go ahead and take my chances while the God of Time is pounding on the door."

All she could do was listen and absorb the Prince's words. Bel knew that Envy wasn't malicious—it was the words of a brother who was doing everything in his power to bring a shred of happiness to another, and she was attempting to dismantle it. However, she was tired. The witch was weary of how things seemed stacked against her, falling on her shoulders and creating even more of an obsession to fix the unfixable. "You're right. It's not my problem to fix, but I won't deny that I contributed to the mess, which is why I'm trying to warn you as someone who does in fact see the bigger picture," her voice even though the distress and exhaustion of the situation marred the lines of her face as she frowned at the Prince. "Cronus will kill you both without blinking once he finds out what the two of you are planning. It's a child's fantasy to think that only you would be punished while Gianna is spared. You're no use to Wrath dead, Envy, but go ahead. Kill yourself for something that may not even work in the way you want it to."

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We have already come too far for anything else, sweetheart, I'm not placing the promise I made to her family giving back what our fucking King stole from them on hold. God of Time be damned, it doesn't concern me any what kind of effect this might or might not have on the cosmos. That's not my problem, and frankly, Isabel, it's not fucking yours either. I will take the punishment for Gianna. God...why couldn't you just leave when I told you to, huh? Not everything has to be on your shoulders ready to fix. I get you're seeing the bigger picture here, but you will never understand how long I have watched my brother suffer without the woman he loved for centuries. And now that I have the chance at my fucking fingertips to make right all of the times my brothers dismissed his desires to end his life for rage? I don't give a fuck what happens to the universe, Bel. Gianna and I are resurrecting Celeste and nothing will stop me, not even the realms crumbling and not you.

I wouldn't be interfering unless I had a reason, Envy, and you know this. I want the First Daughter back just as much as any First-loving witch, but I had the God of Time pay a visit for the resurrection I pulled with Greed, and the literal embodiment of Death visited Pandora himself. What I did caused ripples in the cosmos, and I can't let this happen to Gianna.

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I can't remember a time where I have taken you seriously, but I digress.

Are you fucking kidding me right now? We're days away from bringing the First Daughter back, Isabel, Gianna's setting up as we speak and now you want me calling it off? No.

It may need to be rescheduled, we have a problem. I need you to listen to me and I need you to take me seriously.

You can't go through with the resurrection you're planning.

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Now, I know you didn't just bust down my door and come barging into my house without knocking. Are you not supposed to be on vacation?

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Oh, no, what will I ever do when my favorite Knight in shining hotness stops talking to me? My world will never be the same. Don't stress about it, sweetheart, you'll see. I think if I asked Gianna very nicely and she'd be open to come with me so I can show her my home away from our home, she will.

That's good because if you don't, I won't talk to you anymore and will leave you in the company of your bland brothers for the rest of eternity. Few things to take care of, curious. Do you think the little queen will go with you? She is, after all, a witch and might not feel a hundred percent secure in a new realm.

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We all know there is a difference between my wife and my best friend in the entire world. I wouldn't try stealing me away from her, Nikki, Gianna's turned just as possessive as me on my worst days and that is putting it kindly. He better appreciate you the way I do, though, or I'll fashion his balls as a keychain.

Everything is possible, I suppose. You do realize that I could say the same about you with your queen stealing you away from me. Do you really want me to start down that train of thought, oh possessive one? I'm still your best friend, even if you're hardheaded.

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He and Isabel didn't see eye-to-eye in the beginning, she was nothing more to him than his brother's queen who wouldn't get away without one of Pride's family members fucking with her to insanity. Over time and with a little dose of empathy coming his way, Envy understood her tenacity and bravery that presented the healer as a viable option to help take down the King. "I'll be chipping in some of my own money if my gift was pushing her through the door towards a vacation. Hopefully, she takes Pride and gets the hell out of dodge." Envy pressed his lips together and shook his head at the thought, eyes wandering briefly before snapping back to his brother in surprise. "You actually felt Celeste. That's...interesting." And potentially useful. The cogs in Envy's mind began whirring at a point where he fell silent from the conversation. Maybe if they tapped into where Greed traveled, they could pull out Celeste's soul easier. Combining the disarray with the planes above and below, it would prove easier for her to slip through. "Her brothers already think of us together as totally disgusting. Azriel and I have an understanding, Kai still looks like he wants me dead and knows every method how to with success. A shame I can't kill him first."

He agreed with Envy's words wholeheartedly. If his King wished to do something, only one person had the power to reverse it at that time. Greed realized that was probably why the King never cared to share his throne with anyone. It wasn't that there was no person worthy of sharing said power; he never wished for someone to be able to undermine him so easily. The one time there was someone he crowned, Isabel had done just that and brought him back to life. "Remind me to shower Isabel with gifts for the rest of her life. It's the least I could do when my life was in her hands." It was the only way he knew how to reciprocate that kindness, by sharing his wealth when he usually didn't outside of extenuating circumstances. "It's just odd... when I died for the time I was sent wherever the fuck it is that we go to, I felt Celeste." Greed laughed briefly before making a faux-gagging noise. "It's the most disgusting thing I've ever seen, but in all seriousness, I'm happy for you. Alexia told me about you wife-ing Gianna– interesting move when her brothers were probably looking forward to her bond being broken with you."

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Who knew the First Witch could make a fashion statement?

The writing is on the wall, brother, and all signs point to Wrath. If Pandora's having difficulty talking him into the idea, there really is no hope for the rest of us. You aren't the only one either who believes Celeste's return will change his mind so now there really is no time to waste. Hell barely can last without a king for another couple days if even that. Gianna's in the final preparations regarding the coven siege, but I'm speeding this along. We can't wait, Gluts.

I think Pandora understood making things match our color scheme was the best way to go.

You weren't the only one with an idea, and I know we have the same one. There's only one person that can successfully weather the storm waiting back home. Apparently, Pandora has already spoken to Wrath, too, and we both understand that only you and Gianna can convince him to take the throne by delivering his queen to him. We all need a purpose to keep going, and our brother thinks his purpose is over with Celeste gone.

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Hold on a fucking minute, can you repeat that so I get a recording? The Isabel Bishop just confessed she adores me. Look at it this way, Bel, you ran off into Pride's arms to save your lover. Then you run away into hiding after the hex witches catch your scent before being thrust into yet another dangerous situation with the King. The running's over.

A pain in the ass you are, but one I've come to adore. Okay– I'll take your wisdom and run with it since you're being oh-so generous with said wisdom right now. I am pretty fucking tired. It's like ever since I sold my soul, I've been running, and I never stopped.

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Through the course of spending time together, Envy made it no hidden notion that he desired Gianna in every possible way. It is true, he could have utilized the art of jealous temptation to persuade the girl to want him just as badly, but he wasn't that type of prince. In the end, his queen's desires hinged on her consensual choice, knowing her history with the coven meant he couldn't take that away more than those assholes already had. Gianna's sensitive nature gave him slight pause she would ever feel the urges for what he could provide, but during the night of her brother Azriel's coronation party thrown by Lust, Envy witnessed the real Gianna for the very first time. And oh, was she a magnificent sight. A goddess calling upon her worshiper dragging him to his ultimate doom. "I am not a patient man who enjoys being kept waiting, Sugarplum." Envy's narrowed gaze followed the young woman's every little movement, watching her gather the soap and cloth to rinse away after-effects of slaughtering a demon army. Her touch nearly caused a shiver down his spine, his hands clenching tightly to his sides as to deny himself the anticipation of feeling her around him, while he listened carefully to the words and remained very still. Envy's memories flickered back to his days in Hell, the state he was in after battles and how he would indeed come back to the palace smeared in the blood of his enemies. His servants indeed waited on him hand and foot, drawing his baths so he could soak away his victories. Whether he permitted anyone see him completely naked and wash him down was something he wouldn't deny, but why not use the clear possessiveness against her? "I never would allow a silly member of my staff see me in such a vulnerable state, darling, the cleanings were always reserved for my lovers. How the walls of the bath chambers echoed with their screams." Envy couldn't conceal the smirk as he turned around when Gianna guided him to, his palms pressed against the cold tile wall, a hiss falling from his lips the minute her nails dragged along the flesh of his back. She was coaxing a reaction from him, playing pretend that she was in control when this is his game. "Now, that is a Gianna I would crave to see. A true Queen of Envy. My queen." His abilities seeped from his pores and fed into the witch's ownership over her husband, now that they were at its strongest in centuries, it reeked of chaos waiting to happen. The demon prince slicked his soaking wet hair back from his forehead before he turned back around again, seeing the vision that is Gianna's nude form after being denied it for a minute almost driving him feral. Then she slowly dropped to her knees before him so beautifully and needless to say, he could have came right there. Envy suddenly released a gasp at the warmth of her tongue, his member instinctively twitching under her control. "I am ready, my wife. And be a very good girl about it."

Every second of Envy's touch, however brief it was, stoked a flame in her that only belonged to him; it was consuming. Gianna was never a girl who would fawn over the opposite sex or even care for intimate relations, not even if her brothers had allowed anyone to get close to her. However, her Prince– her husband– brought out an entire side of her that she never knew existed. In his eyes, she was sexy and alluring– desirable for more than what she could provide, and that, in turn, gave her strength to play his games that she knew he so liked and, in reality, she loved. It was the intoxication of traveling on the dark side for a taste. "You'll have to wait while I get you cleaned up first," the witch murmured with a wink before turning to gather soap and a washcloth, quickly creating a lather before returning to her prince. Gently, the witch traced along the lines of his chest with one hand before following the same path with the cloth in the other, eyes never moving from his naked form as she felt every dip of a muscle, pronouncement of bone, all the way down his front while ignoring where he would want her to touch her most. He never failed to amaze her– Envy was a beautiful tapestry of power. "I've wondered what it was like for you before you were banished to the mortal realm when you returned a mess from any battle. If you had someone waiting on you hand and foot for the pleasure of what I'm doing now– you are a powerful Prince, why wouldn't you?" Her hands traced slowly to his arm, following down his bicep to his forearms, all the way to his fingertips, washing away any residue left over from an undoubtedly gore-fest. Deep down, part of her was jealous and possessive over his past, but she owned his future. "Then I remember you've only ever had one queen: me. No one else would dare touch you again unless they wanted to see a side of me that no one has seen." Gianna pushed Envy on his shoulders to rotate him so his back faced her, treating his back much the same as his front but scratching her nails on him lightly as she went. "I've never been so possessive over someone before, just as you are over to me, but knowing that you'll never pick anyone else to be your wife and mother of your children– it's almost the best pleasure that you can give me. Almost." Dropping the cloth to the side, the witch turned the Prince to face her once more, eyes roaming over his body in appraisal as the water washed down him. "There. I think you're clean enough now, don't you?" Gianna peered up at Envy with a flutter of her eyelashes before gracefully dropping to her knees before him. With one hand gripping his thigh, the other moved to grip his shaft before licking her way from where her hand to the tip. With mischief in her gaze, she smiled slyly, "are you ready for your reward?"

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Envy remembered the demon prince he was back when he first met Gianna, a psychotic demon who thrived on the chaos and cruelly ended mortal lives out of relishing whim. He was as much of a jealous rage monster as one would expect from his signature sin in a flesh and bone body. His methods were extreme when he tracked down the witch after her brothers became a nuisance and the fact Gianna's crown had been earned through a forced deal even more so on a drastic end, but Envy couldn't deny himself the time they spent together were the moments he knew he was falling hard. The couple did decide to begin their family once the war reached a closed chapter, however, the prince could not help the delighted amusement how quickly Gi wanted the process started so soon after the battle. Envy dunked his head underneath the streaming water as he heard the door open, proceeding with the standards for a shower as usual, though he wouldn't be cleaning himself. He turned around the minute Gianna stepped inside, his eyes casting upon a delicious sight he craved to see since the first time his wife shown herself to be a teasing minx driving him insane. "Is that so, Sugarplum?" Envy watched her practically pluck at the strings to this dance. The words only furthered the growling from that beast in his veins and now that his abilities were back completely, his jealousy over anyone ever witnessing Gianna in this state flared. No one could have her but him, ever. Envy lifted a hand and trailed his finger along her collarbone, tracing in between the girl's breasts as his voice lowered, "And what reward should I expect from my darling wife, hm? If you please me enough, trust me, Gianna," The man chuckled darkly, "I'll fuck you how you like it."

The witch could understand how someone who didn't know the two of them would perceive their relationship, especially from the beginning. Gianna had run to Envy out of fear of being caught in the crosshairs when her coven perished at the hands of those who defected, feeling like it was her only way out. Then, she was crowned Queen to save her brothers, having their very lives used against her like she was used against them. It was more than rocky, but slowly but surely, Gianna started seeing a side to Envy hidden under all the layers. All it took was a leap of faith, and that was all she needed to return to his side time after time. Now was no exception. The witch's gaze moved to Envy as he walked closer, watching curiously as he removed pieces of his battle attire, but his words alone caused a blush to rise on her cheeks. And he was absolutely right. "I would be lying if I said no." It was a game of seduction that Envy knew how to carefully craft for the witch, watching him walk away with his long strides, leaving clothes like tantalizing breadcrumbs for her to follow, and follow she did. The door to the bathroom shut behind her, her back pressed to it as she began to divest herself of her own clothing until it pooled at her feet and left her bare to slip into the shower behind Envy. "As much as I love getting rewards for being a good girl for you," the witch replied with a sly smile, hands roaming on Envy's bare chest once she got close enough, "I feel like I should give you one. You did promise to kill your King after all, and I consider what you did very much fulfilling that promise."

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Imagining you and Pandora as small children is a baffling sight. Then I want you to be the first person out of everyone I told this to, but Gianna and I are going to start a family. The children, however many we pop out, will have the greatest grandfather.

I'll let you know this, not everyone knows what they want to do with their life, but you're off to a great start. At first, all I wanted was to spend my life with Pandora, too. She was my everything, even since when we were small children.

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What is a brother-in-law for than being a giant pain in the ass? I know, look at how much I can actually consider another person's safety, but seriously, Isabel, Pride would get the fuck out of dodge if you put the idea in his head. He'd bend over backwards to make you happy.

You were until you told me I have to deal with the consequences of my own actions. If only it was that easy, I sold my soul to Pride for a reason, you know, but if he agrees, then I'll go. Look at you, being a mother hen.