[center][img]http://txt-dynamic.static.1001fonts.net/txt/dHRmLjQ4LjkwNmNjMS5UMnhwZG1saElFSnBaWEp0WVc1dS4wAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA/yugoslavia.ffp.png[/img]
[/center]
[hr]

Olivia raised a brow at the main who spoke as if he were a corny fairytale prince; she wondered if his compliments were mere flattery or were [i]actually[/i] sincere, but it was nice to at least be spoken to. She turned when he extended her hand toward her, silently asking for hers in return as he introduced himself as Nathan Simfel. [i][color=a187be]At least he's a gentleman[/color][/i], she thought internally as she hesitantly placed her hand in his palm, surprised when he actually lifted it to kiss it. He really [i]was[/i] out of a fairytale. 

"[color=a187be]I-it's nice to meet you too,[/color]" she stammered, hastily retreating her hand, "[color=a187be]my name's Olivia.[/color]" She had to shake her own hand, not in a rude way as it would appear, but upon touching his hand, it felt like her palm was on [i]fire[/i]. Olivia rubbed her fingertips over her palm, appearing as if she were trying to massage out the sudden pain in her hand. 

[b][i][color=9e0b0f]WHY ARE YOU TRYING TO BE RID OF ME?![/color][/i][/b] the booming voice of Wrath suddenly engulfed her head, feeling her entire body with pain. Olivia physically grimaced, gritting her teeth hard in an attempt to muffle her sounds of agony. She nearly didn't notice the castle's large gates open, nor the new stranger who apparently could only speak with the assistance of technology.

Olivia followed after the small group, lagging behind due to the sheer fact that it felt like she was walking across molten glass. Wrath wasn't one to go down easily, and [i]everything[/i] had to be done his way; Olivia was honestly surprised that he didn't just take over her body and walk her home, though she supposed that he thought that torturing her was a hell of a lot more fun.

Eventually, she reached the great room, but now wasn't the time to take in the extravagant sights. Olivia didn't sit down, but simply clutched onto the back of an empty chair, looking as if she'd just run a marathon in flip flops. "[color=a187be]Wait,[/color]" Olivia panted out, "[color=a187be]you mean we have to [i]help[/i] them?[/color]" She nearly sounded disgusted by the fact, but at least it seemed to calm Wrath down.

Wrath released her body, all of the pain washing away like a waterfall. Olivia almost collapsed from the relief, had she not been holding herself up. "[color=a187be]Why would we [i]want[/i] to help them?! Look at what they're doing to us![/color]" she demanded, beckoning with her broken hand to the other girl in the room who was seemingly being [i]abused[/i] by her own demon. At least Olivia wasn't the [i]only [/i]one being beaten up by someone that doesn't even have a body...