Envy sat in a dark room, staring at a crumpled, yellowing picture of a man and a boy in his arms. His amethyst eyes narrowed. Damn you...
He sighed, tearing his eyes away from the picture and store at the floor, noticing a shadow thrown in from the light of the open door. He pulled himself up over the edge of the bed he was crouched behind and looked up into the face of his master. She sneered. "What do you think you're doing?"
"Nothing..." He turned his back on the woman, looking back at the picture. She scoffed at him. "Fine, do as you please. But hurry." She turned on her heel and walked away.
He glared once more at the picture, directed at the man holding the child. I'll get you yet, Father...He thought as he crushed the picture in his fist.