As the queen walked into the meeting room, Tryphon knew it was time to start the meeting.
But he didn't want to, not until the whole family was there, present.
And as usual one person was running late.
"Praise the Demons you made it," Eamon said when their brother Atlas entered.
"When everyone was given a gift, you were given Sloth! Lazy, Tardy, always," Athan spat.
"Says someone whose so-called "gift" is lust," Atlas said in the laziest time anyone can ever hear.
The demon of sloth. That is what he is, and that's why Tryphon can never bring himself to blame him for being late even though wasting time fueled some sort of rage in him.
His eyes travelled to his new cupbearer.
The beautiful girl with the blue eyes.
She was dangerous and he did not trust her one bit.
But that doesn't change the fact that he found her attractive even though he hated himself for that.
"Get yourself together." He growled internally.
