Chapter 14: The Garden

It took about 3 water splashes on the face and Angel Dust pinching her arm to bring Indigo out of her caffeinated hyperactivity.

Well, at least that's what they all thought. The adult demons thought Indigo had drunk so much coffee to stay up for hours making them breakfast and eventually announce that the garden was ready.

How wrong they could have been…

After the craziness that occurred last night, Indigo had just taken one book, Envy in Fairytales, back to her room with her. She hadn't thought there would be any harm in reading a chapter or two, but she hadn't anticipated a book with every single fairy tale known in existence, each accompanied by a small essay detailing WHY envy was present in the fairy tale.

When properly analyzed, some stories display envy fueled by tall poppy syndrome. TPS is very common of an envy for mortals. The success of one's hard will negatively boil within another. The unsuccessful one can't help but feel envious to the successful one who will receive recognition and opportunities. This will lead in sabotage, an intentional attempt to bring down the successful one by bringing them down a peg. This is frequently seen in stories like TOADS AND DIAMONDS or FRAU HOLLE. The mistreated kind heroine receives a supernatural compensation for their hard work and the envious stepmother will send her own offspring to surpass the heroine with the same, but better reward. Naturally, when karma gives the spoiled brat her rightful prize, it's inconvenience for the evil stepmother and she will reinforce her envy on the heroine.

And when Indigo had blinked, she had seen the glowing purple in the ink.

It had finally taken Indigo minutes to realize that sins were everywhere. Not just in demons (obviously), but everything from flora and fauna to the non-sentient inventions. The mere hallways, despite the hotel being for redemption, reeked of pride for its prideful status as one of Lucifer's former property. When Indigo looked at the other demons in the dining room, she saw the sins near their hearts and liver, but the hearts had the biggest, richest sins.

Indigo didn't know what to feel when she saw the presence of envy in them. Mister Alastor and Husk barely had an inch of it in their livers, Nifty had none, and Indigo was a bit disturbed that Miss Charlie and Angel Dust did have some on their hearts. However, the large amount of envy in Vaggie's heart didn't bother her.

At this rate, it was just so damn obvious that Vaggie hated Indigo's guts. Well, she hated everyone.

After decreasing Indigo's hyperactivity, everyone sat down for breakfast. So far, so good, everyone was enjoying it.

"This is such a good breakfast, Indigo! I can't believe you made it all yourself!" Miss Charlie drank the coffee.

"It's nothing. But I'm glad you like it. Queenie helped me order the donuts." As she humbly thanked the princess, Indigo ate a berry-flavored donut. "I can't wait to show you the garden. My butterflies' pollen did more wonders than I anticipated."

"Well, what did you expect?" Mister Alastor laughed. "A garden of flora would attract nearly all of Hell's pollinators! I wouldn't be surprised if bee demons showed up!"

Indigo smiled. "Miss Charlie, I was thinking… Perhaps for the garden's opening night, we could try aiming for a small, invitation-based event."

"Small and invitation-based? Why?" The princess asked.

"Well, after thinking of that televised interview you did, I think it's better to do it small and aim for a target audience. I don't mean to offend, but your song probably scared a lot of potential clients…"

"I did tell you not to sing." Vaggie tilted her head.

"But I express things so well in song!" Miss Charlie pouted. Indigo rolled her eyes and pulled out a rolled-up paper from under her kepi. She unrolled it and looked through the list.

"OK, but… Did you REALLY have to go on to describe the potential clients as creepy hatchet-wielding maniacs, junkies, freaks, weirdos, creepers, fuck-ups, crooks, zeroes, downfallen superheroes, cretins, sluts, losers, sexual deviants, boozers, prescription drug abusers…" Indigo inhaled before reading again, "cartoon porn addiction, vegan rants, psychic predictions, ancient Roman crucifixions, monsters, thieves, crazies, cannibals, crying babies, and rabies? And seriously, crying babies? Really?"

Miss Charlie scratched the back of her neck awkwardly.

"Maybe aim for a max of 20 invites. A mixture of Hell's society: Hellborns, sinners, Overlords, and Ars Goetia. I'd just invite Rosie for the event."

"An excellent choice! Rosie has excellent tastes in refined garden parties!" Alastor applauded.

"Well, she's the only Overlord besides you that I'm familiar with. And no offense, but I DO NOT want any of those Three Vs psychos over!" Indigo scowled. "Two deadly Overlords is enough milk for my coffee, thank you."

Alastor frowned a bit in his smile. Angel Dust and Husk snickered in their breakfast.

"Inviting Rosie's a good idea," Miss Charlie agreed. "Why don't you try inviting Stolas and Octavia as well?"

"I'm not pushing it."

"She's right, Charlie. Two Overlords for a garden party promoting the hotel is risky enough, but inviting an Ars Goetia could scare off any demons trying to rehabilitate!" Vaggie cut open her arepa and looked at the inside. She frowned at the filling.

"Is there something wrong with my arepa?"

Vaggie looked back at Indigo. The butterfly demoness frowned and had spoken in a cold tone. If there was one thing that Ines' abuela would go berserk about, it was people disrespecting her cooking. It wasn't a problem if somebody didn't like the dish, but going through it, dissecting it, and breaking it apart was showing disrespect to the cook. It meant you didn't trust the amount of time and effort she had made in cooking. One time, Ines' abuela had cooked something for her middle school's cultural potluck, and when a judgmental parent had dissected her arepa, thinking she had put something fishy in it, Augustina Coeurdor had hit him on the head with her shoe.

Apparently, Heaven favored a Colombian American grandmother disciplining an arrogant white guy for insulting her cooking during a diversity event. They must have a lot of Size Seven shoes.

"No," Vaggie answered flatly.

"I hope there isn't something in the arepa that you're allergic to." Indigo tapped her fingers on the dining table. "You would have mentioned it, right?"

"Vaggie doesn't have any allergies," Miss Charlie said.

"Probably an allergy to people." Angel Dust shrugged.

Vaggie glared at the spider demon than at Indigo. "I DON'T have any allergies."

"Well then I see no reasons why you shouldn't eat it, my dear Vagatha. Are you suggesting that you accuse our youngest patron of poisoning breakfast?" As if to mock her, Alastor took a bite of the arepa. "Quite delicious!"

Vaggie growled at Alastor and gulped down the arepa.
"Delicious…" She muttered.

"Glad you like it." Indigo gave a toothy grin. "I used that unscented brie cheese in the cabinet. You know, the one Husk hides every time he licks it after he cleans himself."

Vaggie's eyes widened and she spat out the arepas. All the men at the table laughed their heads off. Vaggie gagged before storming towards Indigo's chair. "What kind of fucked up bitch do you think you are?"

"The wily one?" Indigo shrugged. "You clearly can't tell between Husk's gross brie and melted mozzarella. Then again, I don't like the way you ripped apart my cooking. I took time into making it and you're acting like I poisoned it." She took a deep breath and got up. Indigo didn't bother looking at Vaggie. "You know, if I did that to YOUR cooking, you'd probably yell at me for being an ungrateful patron."

"I don't even think of you and Angel Dust as grateful patrons."

"Vaggie!" Miss Charlie exclaimed.

Nobody was laughing at the table anymore. They expected Indigo to start getting angry and burst out the red admirals out of her hair. Husk pulled out his smelly brie from under his hat and chewed on it.

"Yes, I am an ungrateful patron who spent all week crying," Indigo looked at Vaggie and spoke with an agreeing tone. "And you're the epitome of a perfect patron. I'm sure that Heaven's waiting to bring you up there." Indigo went to the dining room's door and opened it, checking the empty hallway. "Any angel in there? We have a redeemed moth demon ready to join you!" She called out. "No? Oh, wait!" She snapped her fingers and turned back. "I just remembered! You're not a patron!"

They all looked at her in surprise.

"Yes, I completely forgot! I'm really a stupid patron!" Indigo slapped herself on the forehead. "You're not the epitome of a patron, Vaggie, because you're the hotel's manager! Not a patron! You don't want to be redeemed, go to Heaven, and show how much better you are because then you'd have to quit your job where you get to tell us how irredeemable and stupid we are, OH, and you'd have to break up with Miss Charlie!" Indigo clasped her hands together, still retaining her calm, unusually condescending tone. "But I'm guessing you know better, obviously. Being the hypocritical hotel manager and trophy paramour of Hell's royalty must be a greater accomplishment than being a patron with zero chances of rehabilitation. That's what you're telling me, right?"

Vaggie was trembling. Indigo could see the envy rising in the moth's heart, coated by wrath and fear…

Wait, was she doing? Was she seriously going to taunt Vaggie into revealing her internal sins? After they had let her in with open arms? Panic suddenly filled Indigo and butterflies swarmed a cloud.

"I… I need to go!" She quickly ran out of the dining room.

Vaggie dropped on her knees and started breathing fast. A displeased Angel Dust got up and went after the teenage demon, with Alastor in tow. Charlie helped her girlfriend up.

"Did… Miss Indigo just get mean?" Nifty asked, worried.

Husk shrugged. "Not everyone's shit is as sturdy as yours, Nifty. It's been a week."

"What do you mean?"

"Look at the facts." Husk gulped down on coffee. "The kid's been in Hell for a week now. No fucking clue on how she kicked the bucket and why she's in Hell. Not knowing will keep doing a number on her until she gives up."

"Indigo is putting a lot of effort into contributing for the hotel." Charlie gave Vaggie a glass of water. "Maybe the garden project is stressing her out a lot."

"When did you even start having sessions with her? Or group therapy with Angel?" Husk's sharp question made Charlie freeze. "All she's been doing all week is the garden, Al's lessons, helping around with chores, cooking, babysitting that pig, and being friends with that Goetia princess! It's like a mini Angel Dust, only Indigo isn't Angel Dust!"

"That look she gave me…" Vaggie's hands were still trembling on the glass. "I almost felt like something in me got ripped…"

"Your ego?" Husk offered.

"Your guilt!" Nifty jumped on her seat. "I mean, you haven't really been nice to Miss Indigo since she first got in!"

"I don't like anyone who first gets in," Vaggie said flatly.

That made the three other demons laugh; she was back.

Meanwhile

Angel Dust finally noticed Alastor's presence when he reached the door to the garden. The two had barely spoken since the whole panna cotta incident.

"What has you going in such a rush, my effeminate fellow?" The Radio Demon asked.

"Gonna go talk some sense to the kid," Angel Dust responded sourly. "Ya might not give a damn, but as much as I don't like Vaggie, I don't like the way Indigo talked to her."

"The way you talk to dear Vagatha on a usual basis?" Alastor laughed. "What hypocritical humor?"

"Indigo has better chances than I ever will for redemption. She's a sweet kid and what she said was not like her usual talk. I'm not OK with her acting like an amateur almighty smartass, alright? We already have an almighty smartass and YOU are already fucking annoying!"

"Me?" Alastor put his hand over his chest. "How dare you accuse me with mediocre insults when you've probably been poisoning her thoughts with your tendencies! I wouldn't be surprised if she started waltzing the streets in your boots!"

Angel Dust grabbed Alastor by the bowtie and pulled him for a closer, growling glare. "Ya want one of my boots up your mouth, jerk?"

"Do you wish for me to make a spider fillet?" Alastor growled back.

The doors to the garden opened and in came Indigo, carrying a vase full of magnolias. Her mouth opened when she caught the two demons fighting. "What… in the FLOR DE MAYO are you two doing? You look like black mambas in mating season!"

Angel Dust shoved Alastor away from him. The latter dusted his coat. "Indigo, we need to talk about what you said to Vaggie… Wait. What's with the flowers?"

"That?" Indigo showed the bouquet. "The butterflies might have over bloomed slightly. Queenie and Mad Mats are doing some more trimming. I thought I'd apologize to Vaggie with some magnolia. I really don't know what came over me…" She rubbed her forehead.

"Oh… Well, good to know you're apologizing to her…" Angel Dust looked at the bouquet. He then looked sternly at Indigo. "Don't pull another stunt like what you just pulled."

"I won't…"

"You won't," Angel Dust emphasized. "I ain't happy with what you did, Indigo. Vaggie's annoying as fuck, but you can't just waltz around talking like your better than her."

Indigo lowered her eyes in shame.

"So, after ya go give her the bouquet and apologize to her, you're gonna go clean the stables."

Alastor and Indigo looked at him in confusion.

"Since when do we have stables?" Indigo asked.

"Why must she clean the stables?" Alastor asked.

"It's a fucking royal building, of course there used to be ponies in there!" Angel Dust hissed. He calmed down and pulled out a small gardening shovel and a scraping brush from his fluff. He shoved it into Indigo's hair. "Nifty and I turned it into a dumpster for Fat Nuggets'… leftovers. I better find it spotless before your lesson with Al… and if you don't smell like pig poop or if ya got one of your volunteer bitches to do it for you, you'll be cleaning Alastor's room for the rest of your afterlife!"

Indigo held her mouth in to avoid throwing up. She quickly ran down the hallway. Butterflies flew out of her hair. A brand new batch of yellow ones.

"Oh sure! Ya ain't gonna impress me by sprouting Cleopatras to show that you're grossed out! Ya better clean those stables!" Angel Dust shouted. He huffed and turned back to see Alastor tilting his head in amusement. "What?"

"My, my. Your authority seems so… natural. I didn't think you had it in you to discipline her," Alastor admitted.

"Yeah, well, unlike the crap that you and the others come up about me, I really worry about her. She's gotta learn that she can't always act how she wants in Hell." Angel Dust shook his head and grabbed the doorknob. "You coming? I actually want to have a look at the garden."

Alastor nodded in agreement. The spider demon pulled the door open and both demons had to shield their eyes when the light hit them.

The garden looked nothing like the dirt patch it had been. Sugarplum grass had grown overnight, growing over the soil and between the pathways' terracotta tiles. Rainbow koi fish, most likely from one of the Envy Sector's shops within the Pride Ring, were swimming within the fountain, their scales glowing in colorful hues like underwater disco balls under the pink, blue-tipped, cloud-petal lotuses. Mistletoe, planted and trimmed like clouds, grew on the fence. The blooming magnolia trees had a crystalline effect from the hundreds of petals on each flower. Coating the arcades in floral canopies were the alliums, azaleas, and speedwells, resembling cotton candy puffs. Balms framed the fountain and potted brooms framed the pathway around the fountain. Wisteria grew on hanging baskets around the arcades, outdoor tables and chairs were under the arcades, and butterflies were flying everywhere, interestingly swarming around the sweetgum and eucalyptus trees as their personal nesting spots. Mad Mats and Carman were hanging Arabian lanterns above their heads from the hotel's walls to one of the trees while Shreveport was strategically placing around small stone statues with Capone's help.

"Is this… the Garden of Eden?" Angel Dust squinted.

"The Garden of the Hesperides…" Alastor lost his radio voice, took off his monocle, and rubbed his eyes. "Folkvangr, Elysium, the home of the Lotus-Eaters…"

It took Queenie's finger snap to wake them up from their trance. "You good?"

The male demons regained their senses.

"Where's the boss?"

"Cleaning the stables. She insulted Vaggie," Angel Dust said.

"We have stables?" Queenie frowned as she pulled out her phone. "There are no horses!" She then recorded herself. "Note to self: get horses for potential paid pony parkour." She put her phone in her vest's breast pocket. "Hopefully the cleaning doesn't take too long. We still need to discuss the garden's opening party."

"Success!" Shreveport exclaimed and jumped off the arcade, landing perfectly. "Last minute additions are successful! Strategically placed stone statues of the seven deadly sins confronting the seven virtues in their respective floral areas!" He high-fived Capone.

Queenie glared at the statues. "Yes. Lucifer laughing at Aidos in the brooms, Satan breathing fire to Pasithea in the alliums, Beezelbub eating in front of Sophrosyne in the azaleas, Mammon hoarding cash from Dana in the balms, Asmodeus dancing in front of Artemis in the lotuses, Belphegor sleeping in front of Caerus in the magnolias, and Leviathan… being despicable to Eleos in the speedwells." The succubus sarcastically applauded. "Pointers for your choices in poetic sculptures."

"The Virtues were all broads?" Angel Dust looked at the small stone statues of Asmodeus and Artemis. Obviously, out of all the Seven Deadly Sins, the rooster demon king of the Lust Ring was the one Angel Dust knew the most. The spider demon's services were advertised in the ring to attract wealthy Hellborn customers and Asmodeus himself would go to the Pride Ring in the summer to check his lust polls, meet the whores who kept lust going, and chew on Valentino. Ironically, the Embodiment of Lust did a better management and employee benefit encouragement than the Overlord of Lust. The stone statue of Asmodeus might as well be strip dancing, whereas the statue of Artemis could care less, standing on a stag steed and raising her bow in the air.

The stone stag was very nicely detailed… not as detailed as Alastor, though…

"Majorly. Kind of fits," Queenie started rambling. "Besides Beezelbub, all the ring leaders are males. It wouldn't be surprising if Heaven's Rulers of Virtues were mostly women."

"I still can't believe that you off all people would know that much about the Virtues," Mad Mats got down of her ladder after hanging a lantern.

"I knew a fallen angel before he committed suicide in 2014." Queenie shrugged.

"Oh! I met one who got hit by a car!" Mad Mats waved.

"I met a former cherub at the market once." Bayou, the Wrath imp, mused as she polished the pathway tiles with the other imp, Jinx. "Horribly uncivilized."

"A cherub? Uncivilized?" Jinx dropped the sponge and pulled out the big eyes. "Ooh, look at me! I'm a cherub! I am SO cute and fluffy, just look at my fucking baby pastel coloring and dove wings! Yuck!" Jinx gagged. "I saw this weird ad that talked about cherubs running an agency…"

"The cherub I met was from the same agency!" Bayou snapped her fingers. "My cousin and his agency had a collision with three cherubs on Earth."

"Is your cousin from the Immediate Murder Professionals? I heard of them." Shreveport wiped the dirt off his scales. "I know this accountant who paid them to kill a spring breaker."

"Yes. My cousin's Moxxie. He told me this whole story about how I.M.P was paid to kill the same millionaire that those cherubs were supposed to save from suicide, and the latter accidentally killed him! Heaven must have booted them out for the unintentional murder! Now the female of the cherubs is shopping for the lousiest meat in Wrath! No one wants to sell anything to a cherub!"

"They kill anyone recently?" Queenie curiously asked.

"Lumberjacks, two-timing fiancées, politicians, some high schooler…"

Had either Angel Dust or Alastor paid attention to the other demons' gossip, they might have caught an essential clue. But Angel Dust had stopped paying attention to Queenie's talk about the Virtues when he noticed Alastor contemplating some magnolia flowers that had been trimmed off the trees and put in water-filled buckets until properly organized in vases. The Radio Demon kept hesitating, reaching out as if to grab a flower, only to retract his hand back and rub his fingers nervously.

Alastor was a bit lost in thought. The blooming magnolias reminded him of the ones growing in New Orleans in his years of life… Hell's magnolias always reminded him of his old home, but for some reason, these ones in particular… He was remembering his child-self walking under them with his mother in springtime. Alastor wanted to pick a magnolia… but he knew they'd wither to ashes if a single one of his fingernails touched a petal.

Pink fingers reached into the bucket and pulled out six magnolia flowers. Alastor saw Angel Dust putting the flowers in a simple, red-painted vase fashioned to have the silhouette of an amphora. "What? Can't pick flowers for yourself, Smiles?" Angel Dust chuckled. "Ya should have said it."

"I beg your pardon?"

"I know ya have a five-foot-rule policy, but still… Put that rule on flowers? They ain't gonna attack you." Angel Dust put the vase in Alastor's hands. "Ya gonna put them in your office desk in the tower?"

"Oh! But of course! Thank you… Angel…" Alastor accidentally felt Angel Dust's fingers when both of them held the pot. "I think I know just where to put it!"

Alastor teleported himself out of the garden. The flash coming from the hotel's radio tower hinted that the Radio Demon had found a spot for his bouquet. Angel Dust sighed and left to check on Indigo in the stables under the hotel's weird ship.

At the same time

Alastor placed the magnolia bouquet on his counter, right by the reeds growing from the floor of his tower. Due to his passion for bayou excursions in his living days, some Southern plants did grow in his tower, making his workplace feel like home. Flowers never grew near him.

A reminder that he was a walking scourge of destruction.

In the safety of his tower, above the sinners and away from the looks of those he didn't trust, whether they be enemies or allies, Alastor lost his radio static voice… and his smile.

His shadow hissed in worry, its master slumping down on the ground. "I am NOT getting sentimental," he said flatly.

The shadow hissed again.

"Don't suggest such nonsense! Just because a year has passed doesn't mean I'm having… non-existent feelings for that spider!" Alastor snapped, the room darkening. "Besides, he's just fine without me!"

The shadow tilted its head, releasing a snort-like hiss.

"I should have abandoned him on Debauchery Avenue last week? Are you deranged? He would have been disembodied, mauled, or erased!" A hiss came. "I wouldn't do the same for every demon! You're forgetting that I'm… an Overlord…" He sighed. "And… I shouldn't be like this… around him…"

The shadow hissed a question.

"You know very well! Rivaling Overlords to not mingle with their rivals' properties… especially if the properties are of low social standings… Nothing would grant me that kind of miracle. Besides, give me ONE singular reason as to why Angel would want me? Just one! Anyone in Hell could want him and Angel could have anyone under him, so tell me, why would he want a monster?"

Meanwhile

Angel Dust still didn't know why Charlie kept the old stables despite turning the family property into a hotel. Charlie claimed it was in case a future patron owned a horse or if they hosted some kind of future event involving therapeutic horse-riding. Angel Dust wasn't really into horses, but from what he understood through Vaggie, the stables had been fashioned to individually host the steeds of the Deadly Sins whenever they came to the Pride Ring for diplomatic affairs. Satan and Beezelbub had split the Mares of Diomedes among themselves. Apparently, Leviathan's family would ride hippocampi (since the Sin of Envy can't leave his ring). He knew Asmodeus had a pet unicorn (which looked more like a baby donkey with a horn than an actual unicorn.)

Watery sounds got his attention. He saw that his foot had landed in a water puddle… and that leaking water and bubbles were trailing from the stable doors.

"Damn it, Indigo…" Angel Dust followed the watery trail. When he got closer to the door, he almost slipped. The watery trail was icier the closer it got to the stable doors.

He frowned. He'd seen Hell's version of snow, but ice was rare. There was a reason people said 'when Hell freezes over'.

I trusted him, but when I followed you,

I saw you together.

The melodic voice coming from behind the door startled him. Music could be heard and small bubbles floated out.

Was… Indigo singing? While she was cleaning?

Then it hit him. The stables were also Angel Dust's secret spot to hide the human boombox he had stolen from the black-market months ago. Sometimes, demons would stumble onto objects that came from the living world, adjust them, and sale them for high prices. He and Cherri found out that demons who found human boomboxes would download all the songs they recalled from their past lives. Naturally, since they couldn't afford it, the two friends stole two boomboxes. And Angel Dust had hidden his in the hotel because compared to booze and drugs, human items were MAJOR contraband.

And if Indigo got caught with it, Charlie and Vaggie would think badly.

Angel Dust opened the door and burst in, and what he saw was unexpected. To the point that he didn't even notice his hands pull his Hellphone out of his pocket and record the scene.

The stables, bigger than a ballroom, had been cleared off, no signs of the garbage anywhere. Butterflies were flying in synchronized circles, scrubbing the walls and floors and creating blue bubbles that swirled between their formations. The boombox was resting on a bench, playing music. Indigo Caligo, so caught up in her passions, was ice skating her heart out and singing obliviously. She did more than just spin: occasionally, when her feet jumped off the icy ground, she made splits, twirls, and spins before reaching the ground and continuing her skating. Some butterflies flew around her as if to give her wings.

I walked in on your love scene
Slow dancing
You stole everything, how could you say I did you wrong? Yeah

Angel Dust smiled. Indigo was amazing! She danced and sung like an angel! The butterflies followed her as if she were a queen!

We'll never know
When the pain and heartbreak's over
Have to let go
The innocence is gone…

Indigo caught sight of Angel Dust, but more specifically, the recording phone in his hands. Indigo froze, the frost melted, flooding the stables, and the butterflies scattered. Indigo fell face first into the water.

Angel Dust ran to help her up. "Indigo! Are you OK?"

Indigo responded by snatching his Hellphone from his hands, causing him to realize that he had accidentally recorded the whole thing. To her minor relief, he had stopped recording when she had frozen. "Where's the delete button? I got to delete this!"

"Why? You were amazing!"

"I NEED TO DELETE THIS!" Indigo freaked out.

"Alright! Here…" Angel Dust tapped on the delete feature of his Hellphone. His eyes widened. "Uh oh…"

"What do you mean, uh oh!"

"I accidentally recorded this live on my Voxtagram account…" Angel Dust gulped. "It went viral!"

"VIRAL? It's only been a few seconds!"

"I'm Hell's biggest pornstar… I have millions of followers…" Angel Dust chuckled awkwardly, and Indigo glared at him. A thunderstorm of red admirals, complete with flashing red colors to imitate thunder, appeared over Indigo's head. Her hair started agitating and her eyes glowed purple.

"How many views?" She growled.