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I WAS ALREADY IN A BAD MOOD before I walked downstairs and into the kitchen to find that all seven of my brothers were together and Lucifer was giving them so much attention that he didn’t even notice when I came into the room. I knew I was already relatively well-known for always wanting company and attention, but it seemed to be worse today than it usually was. What was worse was that I found myself becoming jealous - actually jealous - of my brothers.
It wasn’t fair to me that my brothers got to have the attention because they had their horns (and other extremities for those that had them) out for whatever reason and it certainly wasn’t fair to me that none of them bothered to greet me when I walked in.
“Hello?” I pouted, watching the seven of them standing there, chatting amongst themselves.
When none of them answered, I found myself growing even more jealous - despite the fact that I was trying desperately not to be - and I stomped on the far and growled at them. I yelled at the top of my lungs for someone to look at me, but when they all looked at me, that still wasn’t enough for me.
“Elton, stop,” Lucifer warned, “I can’t have you losing control, too.”
I could easily see the pleading look in his eyes and I tried to force myself to reel my behavior back, but there was nothing that I could do. No matter how hard I tried, the envy in my veins was taking over. I didn’t relent, but none of my brothers did either.
Within an instant, the relationship and the progress that we’d all worked so hard for over the past century or so was gone and - though not for the first or last time - it was all Gavin and his angels’ faults.