Part 2
The fire parted showing Opal's giggling pixie figure, proportionally Opal had gotten taller but only Artemis seemed to notice this fact as the others focused themselves on other, more obvious details. Foaly's first thought was 'Wow…', his second, 'No way, you're married…', his third, 'Gross! That's Opal you idiot!' Apparently the low cut dress, defined curves, and fiery hair in which Opal pictured herself as was in addition, extraordinarily attractive to men. Lust was the foreseeable side affect and though no one in the room ever admitted it they all blushed and looked away after a few seconds. Holly rolled her eyes and broke the silence, "What a conceited little drama queen! And just when I thought I could say 'Not even in your dreams!'" She seemed to picture herself as a goddess, surrounded by flame in an apparent underworld. She played the part perfectly. Lazily she sat on a golden throne, enjoying her Sloth and Gluttony towards a seemingly unending pile of truffles slowly melting in the heat. She screeched at servant imps, that carried the largest mirror in proportion to Opal the world may have ever seen upon their breaking backs. In sheer Vanity she admired herself constantly, like a priceless work of art. "Her fantasy is to be Satan?" said Artemis, still questioning the words he had just spoken. "I'm surprised," said Foaly, his eye brows raised, "She's even more messed up then I thought and I saw her mental evaluation papers." Suddenly the screen split, a layer of Earth acting as the barrier between two worlds, and a surface of blue sky and lush green overgrowth appeared in the space above Opal's demonic queendom. Two figures emerged from the jungles and simultaneously Holly and Artemis said, "You have got to be kidding me…"