"Mom! Aunt Prax is doing it again!" Cried a voice as familar as her own.
Princess Talia of Xeris sighed as she elegantly walked to the source of the voice. Her son, Marcus was half covered in black dimond magic.
"Praxina.." Talia sighed. "What did he do" She asked, releasing her son from the magic binds.
"He tried to draw on my face, "She scowled. "He's exactly like how Mephisto used to be as a kid."
At the mention of his name a green flash appered and the wine haired man was in the room.
"After all hes my boy," He laughed picking him up from her arms.
Marcus giggled and leaned into Mephisto's hug.
Talia smiled gently and Praxina glowered at them. "I'm going out."
"Prax-" Before Mephisto could finsih she was gone in a red light.
"Wonder why she's so worked up today?" He asked Talia who in return shurgged her shoulders. She may be incredibly smart, but she didn't know EVERYTHING.
Praxin huffed and sat on a tree branch deep in a forest her arms across her chest. It wasn't fair. Mephisto was happy... with one of the princesses no less. She didn't know when or how it happened, but she remembered him coming back home all giddy and excited, and he had told her he was going to have a baby. A baby of all things. The whole notion sickened her. But not because of the reason most people thought of. It was because it wasn't her.
It wasn't her being happy with someone and having children. She had always thought it would be her first but when Mephisto had given her the news her heart crushed. She didn't even know she had one until that moment and the pain had been real. She was jealous of him for being happy. She hated seeing Talia and Mephisto smiling and playing games with their son.
She wanted that. She NEEDED that, and she knew just a way to get it.