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◢ 【𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔉𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔯】

Accordingly to the results of this poll, here you have!

Iɴᴅᴇx:

— Sᴛᴏʀʏ

— Cᴏᴍᴍᴇɴᴛs ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴋɪɴɢs’ ᴅᴇsɪɢɴ.

— Fᴀᴍɪʟʏ ᴛʀᴇᴇ.

◢Sᴛᴏʀʏ

𝑂𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑢𝑝𝑜𝑛 𝑎 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒, 𝑖𝑛 𝑎 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑒𝑡 𝑓𝑎𝑟 𝑎𝑤𝑎𝑦 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝐸𝑎𝑟𝑡𝘩,  𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑡𝑤𝑜 𝑏𝑟𝑜𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑟𝑠, 𝐻𝑎𝑙 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐸𝑑𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑑. 𝑇𝘩𝑎𝑡 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑒𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑟𝑢𝑙𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑦 𝑎 𝐺𝑜𝑑 𝑜𝑓 𝐿𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑃𝑒𝑎𝑐𝑒, 𝘩𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟, 𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑠𝑒 𝑡𝑤𝑜 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑔 𝑚𝑒𝑛 𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑛'𝑡 𝘩𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑦, 𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑦 𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝘩𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎 𝑏𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑜𝑏𝑒𝑟 𝑙𝑖𝑓𝑒, 𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑦 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒. 𝑇𝘩𝑒 𝑏𝑟𝑜𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑚𝑖𝑡 𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑦 𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑚𝑒𝑠, 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑟𝑜𝑏𝑏𝑒𝑟𝑦 𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑢𝑟𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑠.  𝑂𝑛𝑒 𝑑𝑎𝑦, 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑃𝑟𝑖𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑑𝑖𝑎𝑙 𝐺𝑜𝑑𝑠, 𝐷𝑒𝑎𝑡𝘩 𝘩𝑖𝑚𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓, 𝑐𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑚 𝑡𝑜 𝑐𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒 𝑡𝘩𝑖𝑠 𝑚𝑎𝑑𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑠. 𝑇𝘩𝑒 𝑏𝑟𝑜𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑐𝑙𝑎𝑖𝑚𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑛 𝑒𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑛𝑎𝑙 𝑙𝑖𝑓𝑒, 𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑦 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝑖𝑚𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑎𝑙, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑜 𝑎𝑛𝑦𝑡𝘩𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑎𝑐𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑖𝑠𝘩 𝑖𝑡, 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛 𝑡𝑟𝑦 𝑡𝑜 𝑘𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝐺𝑜𝑑 𝑜𝑓 𝐷𝑒𝑎𝑡𝘩. 𝑇𝘩𝑒 𝐺𝑜𝑑 𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑖𝑑𝑒 𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑎𝑤 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑡𝑟𝑢𝑡𝘩, 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑏𝑖𝑔 𝑏𝑟𝑜𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑟 𝑚𝑎𝑑𝑒 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑜𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑟 𝑑𝑜 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑡𝘩𝑜𝑠𝑒 𝘩𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑖𝑏𝑙𝑒 𝑡𝘩𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑠𝑚𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑟𝑜𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑟 𝑤𝑎𝑠𝑛'𝑡 𝑎 𝑠𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑡 𝑒𝑖𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑟, 𝘩𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑐𝑟𝑢𝑒𝑙 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝘩𝑎𝑑 𝑎 𝘩𝑖𝑑𝑑𝑒𝑛 𝘩𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑤𝑟𝑎𝑡𝘩 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦𝑡𝘩𝑖𝑛𝑔. 𝑇𝘩𝑒 𝐺𝑜𝑑 𝑔𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑚 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑐𝑢𝑟𝑠𝑒, 𝘩𝑒 𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑛𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑚 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑜𝑛𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑒𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑑 𝑠𝑜 𝑡𝘩𝑎𝑡 𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑦 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑏𝑒 𝑏𝑜𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑎𝑔𝑎𝑖𝑛. 𝑇𝘩𝑒 𝑏𝑖𝑔 𝑏𝑟𝑜𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑟 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑛𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑎 𝑑𝑒𝑚𝑜𝑛𝑖𝑐 𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑒, 𝘩𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑𝑛'𝑡 𝑏𝑒 𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑑𝑎𝑦𝑙𝑖𝑔𝘩𝑡, 𝘩𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑𝑛'𝑡 𝑒𝑎𝑡 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑠𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑜𝑑, 𝘩𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑𝑛'𝑡 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛 𝑠𝑙𝑒𝑒𝑝 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑔𝑎𝑖𝑛 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝘩𝑒 𝑑𝑒𝑝𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑑 𝑜𝑛 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝘩𝑢𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑠' 𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑒. 𝑇𝘩𝑒 𝑜𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑟 𝑏𝑟𝑜𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑟 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑛𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑎 𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑡 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑎 𝘩𝑢𝑔𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑙𝑓 𝑜𝑓 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑘𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑠, 𝘩𝑖𝑠 𝑙𝑖𝑓𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑑𝑒𝑝𝑒𝑛𝑑 𝑜𝑛 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑜𝑛𝑙𝑖𝑔𝘩𝑡, 𝘩𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑏𝑒 𝑑𝑟𝑎𝑔𝑔𝑒𝑑 𝑜𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦 𝑚𝑜𝑛𝑡𝘩 𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑜 𝘩𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑖𝑏𝑙𝑒 𝑡𝘩𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝘩𝑒 𝑑𝑖𝑑𝑛'𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑜. 𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑡𝘩𝑎𝑡, 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑣𝑎𝑚𝑝𝑖𝑟𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑙𝑦𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑠 𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑏𝑜𝑟𝑛 𝑎𝑠 𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑚𝑖𝑒𝑠, 𝑡𝘩𝑎𝑡 𝑖𝑠 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑠𝑡 𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑝 𝑜𝑓 𝑡𝘩𝑖𝑠 𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑒, 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑔𝑖𝑛 𝑜𝑓 𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑠𝑒 𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑒𝑠. 𝐻𝑎𝑙 𝐵𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑑𝑏𝑜𝑟𝑛𝑒, 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑜𝑓 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑣𝑎𝑚𝑝𝑖𝑟𝑒 𝑛𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐸𝑑𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑑 𝑊𝘩𝑖𝑡𝑒𝑓𝑎𝑛𝑔, 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑜𝑓 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝐿𝑦𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑐𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑠. 𝑇𝘩𝑒𝑠𝑒 𝑡𝑤𝑜 𝑠𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑛 𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑚𝑖𝑒𝑠 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑜𝑤 𝑐𝘩𝑎𝑜𝑠 𝑡𝘩𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑔𝘩𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑁𝑖𝑥, 𝑓𝑖𝑔𝘩𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑓𝑢𝑙𝑓𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑟𝑢𝑙𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑖𝑟𝑒𝑠. 𝑇𝘩𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑓𝑎𝑚𝑜𝑢𝑠 𝑜𝑛𝑒, 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑖𝑟𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑣𝑎𝑚𝑝𝑖𝑟𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟, 𝘩𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑛 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦 𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑒 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑣𝑎𝑚𝑝𝑖𝑟𝑒, 𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑎𝑛 𝑒𝑚𝑝𝑖𝑟𝑒 𝑚𝑒𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑢𝑛𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑒𝑥𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛. 

◢Cᴏᴍᴍᴇɴᴛs ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴋɪɴɢs’ ᴅᴇsɪɢɴ.

Now, I would like to talk about the design of this... Curious lineage xd. The vampire supreme kings are based on the several points of view of the legendary count Dracula. 

Starting with Hal, he is based on the classic figure of a handsome, charming and lustful gentleman who happens to be also the prince of darkness. Vlad is based on what inspired this legend, the prince of Wallachia, Vlad the Impaler, one of the most famous rulers of mankind history, known for being a bloodthirsty and cruel man. And finally, we have our dearest Hell, he was based on the bases of the myth of the vampire, many ancient cultures had a similar concept of a creature of night that hunts the living and sucks their souls, such as the lamia from the Greek mythology or the children of Lilith from some version of the Bible.

These bases can tell you about how these rulers are seen in the Nix. Hal is known for who he was, a man of many woman, a lustful and prideful being full of hate. Vlad was known for what he could do, how cruel he was, how insane he was, this man had "Blood Orgies", and he even was capable of killing another vampire if it was needed. Finally, Hell was known as a myth, a creature from darkness, a tale to scare the children...and the adults, some kind of Boogeyman who hides beyond that dense forest, across that abandoned street, maybe in that scary and gloomy corner of your house, a shadow no one has ever seen but is the source of many fears. 

As a creator I like to compare my characters with the seven deadly sins, it is a concept I like, so, in order for you to comprehend more the simple aspects of their personalities I will highlight those sins that twist the minds of these hot men. 

They have two main sins, however, there is one that is present in the three of them, and it is Lust. Most of you (I don't know if everyone that's why I say that) are from the DL's community, so we can agree that lust simply is something vampires have xD. 

About their individual sins, Hal's is Pride, he could face anyone, no matter who, and he wouldn't even flinch, in fact, he was king and God of the vampire only for 50 years, but because he was such a pain in the backside, the Creators of the Universe trapped him in a planet alone to live for eternity. (Drya and I have this joke were hypothetically Hal comes back and claims the throne, and he is tall but he is still smaller than Hell, and it is just hilarious to imagine that scene xD: —Boy, you have my gratitude for keeping my throne warm, now get down).

Vlad's sin: Gluttony! When you think about it, normally lust and gluttony are something that seems to be fused within vampires, however, Vlad takes this to the next level. For him every creature has to fulfill a purpose, so when he finds someone useless, he eats them, no matter who they are. (And sometimes he could make some...nasty things with those people before killing them). 

And finally, our beloved Hell, his sin is no doubt: Wrath. He is someone who has learned to control his feelings, nevertheless, this only means that those feelings are maybe the most dangerous thing about him, unlike the former kings, he is not reckless but when he loses his mind...bad things happen. Hal and Vlad were scary because of who they were and what they did, but Hell is feared because of what he can do. (You'll be able to taste this with a post of an AU were is beloved son is kidnapped by humans. It is written but Drya is drawing is God appearance >:3). 

I hope you enjoyed reading this, I am very happy if you did enjoy it too, this blog and all the people I interact with have become a great support in my life, writing is my greatest passion and seeing people having fun with my characters in my Nix...it is just amazing u,w,u. And for that, I am revealing the Bloodborne's Family Tree! I wonder who is going to be the next to be revealed >;3.

◢Fᴀᴍɪʟʏ ᴛʀᴇᴇ.

[nalyra-dreaming]

The finest actor to ever grace the stage

[liam-summers]

Angel + Being Buffy’s Biggest Fan™

(Part 2)

[queenoftheimps]

"I nodded off one night while Santiago was hamming it up, and apparently that made me persona non grata..." LOUIS, HE KNOWS SANTIAGO KNOOOOOOWS GET YOUR ASS OUT OF THERE

[crimsonlyinglilly]

Day 31: “fuck it we ball” day.

Day 31 for @augustofwhump.

Finally, sorry it's so late this just kept going and half way thought instead of finishing this and the last bonus prompt last night I came up with a new AU, maybe you'll see it next month or Whumptober as it has so much Elijah Whump potential.

anyway back to day 31 and Thanks to @riderofblackdragons for picking the prompts for me.

Prompts - Scars / Fresh Wounds / Tragedy

Plus a take on  "I needed you then. I don't know why you're here now"

Back to Caged Founder and following on from Rejected apology and Trap.

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Lucien had stuck around with Klaus and followed him back to the Mikaelson compound after he had managed to call his team to escort Alexis back to his place.

While sharing her vision with the Mikaelsons was still on his list, watching the slow crumbling of Niklaus Mikaelson under the realisation of what he had allowed to happen to his brother was a Shakespearean or Greek tragedy and he didn’t want to miss a thing.

He had allowed Klaus to vanish after he first explained what little of the details he knew, for his own safety he knew better than to taunt Nik with fresh wounds, but after learning that his poor sire had spent the following days sulking in his art studio, he had needed to see it.

He really wasn’t surprised to find numerous paintings of Tristan, Aurora and most commonly Elijah is a range of style, most those of either of the Martels' were broken, stabbed and torn, Nik getting his anger out on those he could reach.

All while he sat with the various sketches and paintings of Elijah untouched watching him with various looks of disappointment.

Now after the Gala he was in no doubt Klaus wished to retreat back into the room, it was slightly to watch as Klaus was silent and tense his normal rage, his shield, gutted in the face of his loss.

A loss he hadn’t even noticed.

Still Lucien kept up his sympathetic mask, while he may have given up all his plans on killing Klaus didn’t mean in any way he was forgiving him, he was just going to watch his pain up close.

His feeling for Aurora had dulled once he realised she would never move on from her brother, she was still his oldest friend and he had learned the positives of that, being Jason’s ‘uncle Luc’ to Tristan’s powerless rage and Elijah’s annoyance, one key part.

His desire for revenge against Elijah had settled, he wouldn’t have wished Tristan’s obsessive love on anyone and for the poor sap to have fallen for the sociopathic former lord- well, they deserved each other.

Klaus was the last one on his list to see suffering and now he was getting a front row seat.

After all they were a family with a shared nephew, Klaus just didn’t know that yet. 

It helps that Lucien has nothing to lose in watching the chaos; as Klaus assumes the worst of Elijah’s captivity and to Lucien’s knowledge it could have been that bad once, but time had long changed that, as Elijah doubts Tristan while Lucien knows the man will cave to keep him at his side, as Tristan hides his fears that Elijah will return to his family leaving him and the Stix behind.

As if Elijah wasn't planning on getting to keep his current life alongside getting his siblings back, after all that was what he had promised Jason.

Meaning Jason will eventually be following them to New Orleans, most likely after the prophecy had been dealt with. He had no interest in dying alongside Nik, didn’t want to lose Aurora and unfortunately couldn’t risk losing Elijah and taking all the Stix with him.

Lucien preferred his nephew with a army of vampires around him and Aurora, so he didn’t have to worry about anything other than being the best uncle. 

Still that could be returned to in the morning tonight he wanted to see how far he could push Klaus over the stories about Elijah over the years.

He wanted to see if he could push him to tears, while being a good friend, of course.

However before he could really start the door opened and he choked at the sight. Freya Mikaelson, the beautiful image of power strode into the place followed by Nik’s child’s stepfather carrying Elijah in her arms.

Oh. He thought with a flare of joy, Tristan was going to panic, his precious Elijah stolen away during on of his Gala's.

"Elijah!” Klaus called, vanishing from his side to pull Elijah from the werewolf’s arms, the wolf had looked annoyed, not that Klaus had noticed his eyes only on his brother.

Jackson vanished after Freya had thanked him, saying something about not getting involved anymore in their family matters.

Poor man having not realised he was already for too involved to escape, Lucien thought and settled into one of the seats as Klaus laid Elijah out even as Freya sent him a look to make him follow Jackson.

He smiled at her, really there was only one place he’d want to be more than here at the moment and that was with Tristan when he got the news of Elijah abduction. 

The seething rage at someone for taking what he saw as his warring with the paranoid insecurity that Elijah would leave him. Lucien had grown up with the count’s children, he had been sure Tristan was heartless, now he had realised that Tristan was just unsuited to love without destroying it.

Jason was just lucky that Tristan, himself, had learnt this enough to be trying to fix it now, it took him nine hundred years but then Tristan has never been as smart as he thought.

It was something oddly similar between Tristan and Klaus that likely meant any psychologist that ever met Tristan, Aurora, Elijah and Klaus together would either run away screaming or want to study. 

“Maybe you should chain him up,” he offered as Nik hoovered over Elijah, more at the idea of getting to see Elijah’s reaction to waking up as chained by his own beloved siblings since he knew chains and restraints were things that always caused Elijah to tense.

His smile gave him away as Freya narrowed her eyes at him.

“Why?” Freya asked as she stood beside Nik and Elijah, the picture of protective older sister. Even glaring at him, she was lovely Lucien noticed with admiration and annoyance Mikaelson genetics were truly unfair to the rest of the world.

“Didn’t it end in a fight last time-” he offered instead of voice those thoughts, with a concerned look.

“I started that.” Nik admitted making Lucien blink, he hadn’t been sure Niklaus Mikaelson could own up to his own wrongs.

Apparently he could learn.

“Freya, wake him up.” Nik ordered, “We need to talk.”

“Yes and you have a time limit until Tristan discovers you stole his precious treasured sire.” Lucien added helpfully but was ignored.

Freya released the sleep spell over Elijah with a few words muttered under her breath; he couldn’t see when Elijah woke but he watched as both the others relaxed before Nik spoke.

“Brother, your home,” Nik explained, his voice soft in the way Lucien had only heard around Aurora and Rebekah, it seemed Elijah had now joined that group, Lucien wanted to grin knowing the man would hate that, especially after decades of being the Stix’s dear protected founder.

“Niklaus?” Elijah asked, clearly confused as he pushed himself up, Lucien waved as Elijah noticed him over Nik’s shoulder, the familiar expression of annoyance he got whenever they met.

“Freya-” Nik started to explain but Elijah spoke before he could get any more words out.

“Right and Mr Kenner was the bait, well played.” He complimented.

“Really Elijah falling for clear bait, what is Tristan going to say?” he couldn’t help but say getting twin glares from the older Mikaelson siblings,

“Shut your mouth!” Nic roared without looking at him.

“You're not angry?” Freya asked Elijah, deciding to ignore him.

“At this moment, annoyed at myself, I’ll be angry if this costs my guards their lives.” Elijah answered, “but I had wanted to meet you since I got the reports, hello sister.”

“Elijah, I-” Freya started but was cut off by Nik

“Guards, you mean wardens.” 

“No, I mean bodyguards Klaus.” Elijah corrected “as in their job is to protect my person.”

“You wouldn’t need protection, if not for them.” Nik snapped,

“If that was true I never would have been caught would I?” Elijah replied, pushing himself up from the sofa and forcing Nik to step back.

“You should have tried to tell me.” Nik retourted 

“I did for the first decade, I sent letters.” Elijah said, causing Nik and Freya to flinch, making Lucien wish he had more information about what caused that and he wondered if Tristan knew about the letters, had he allowed it and missed the apparently hidden messages in them or had Elijah managed to sneak them out.

“After the letters.” Nik muttered weakly.

“You only had to visit once, Klaus,” Elijah shrugged, impressing Lucien as he had been sure Elijah would let Nik off lightly in desperation to be reunited with his family, but it seemed their was a true bitterness that Elijah had decided not to swallow and hide. “even Finn noticed within the first few minutes of our meeting.”

“The Chambre de Chasse.” Klaus said after a moment making no sense to Lucien but Elijah filled him in as he spoke next.

“I assisted you to escape it.” Elijah nodded,  “what has that got to do with anything?”

“You could have told me the truth then, why didn’t you?” Nik questioned in confusion.

“What was the point?”

“I could have helped.” The feared original Hybrid appeared moments from whining as Elijah's expression remained unchanged.

“Helped with what?”

“To escape, I would have come as soon-” Nik promised, easy to say now it was in the past when Lucien was watching as he failed to ‘save’ Elijah now he was right in front of him.

“I don't need any help, I don't need to escape.” Elijah said flatly.

“You’ve been brainwashed.” Nik accused, taking a step back.

“I can help.” Freya offered

“Really?” Elijah drew himself up looking between his siblings, offended, “You think so little of me?”

“Elijah, I understand-” Freya started 

“My apologies sister but our situations were very different, you were a child when mother bartered you away.” Elijah spoke, making Lucien and Nik tense as a hint of anger appeared in his tone before he took a breath.

“You know-” Freya started reaching for Elijah but Nik sidestepped to place himself between the pair.

“He’s been spying on us for years.” Nik explained

“I've had people following Klaus for the last sixty years,” Elijah agreed, “at first in case he needed help when I was otherwise occupied, then it was to find out where he was keeping our siblings.”

Elijah ignored and continued to speak as Nik sneered at the term otherwise occupied, Lucien had to agree that was a delightful way to call being kept away and treated like a pretty pet by a controlling psycho.

“The vampires that offered to help against Dahlia and the spells left for me to help undo the crescent curse, you sent them all?” Freya asked looking at Elijah with a new look

“They acted on their own but yes I sent and instructed them to assist you.” Elijah admitted, “I wasn't going to leave my family without help when I could be of use.”

“Lucien explained that they prevented you from harming them with a ritual of some sort” Nik said as if it proved a point.

“And?” Elijah replied looking between Nik and him, Lucien shrugged as he had no idea where Nik was going with it.

“How would you know they haven’t gotten into your mind as well?” Nik asked, making Elijah chuckle at the accusation.

“Lucien is aware of more of this than any of you, and since you seem to have more trust in him than myself, how about we turn to his knowledge, Lucien has Tristan managed the impossible?” ELijah asked him, leaving suddenly at the centre of their attention.

“Well, -“ he started with a smile before Elijah cut him off with an arched eyebrow.

“And do be aware I will not allow my son around a liar, so which will it be spite or sense?” Elijah warned him, he sighed only slightly put out but fine humiliating Tristan was just as much fun as adding fuel to Nik paranoia and safer too.

“If Tristan had managed to get into your brother’s head without his knowledge he would have crowed about it to me.” Lucien explained, adding “nor would he be quiet so embarrassingly whipped, indulging Aurora is a joy but no man should be that pleased when it comes to you, no offence.” he said to Elijah.

“Some taken.” Elijah replied with a smirk.

“Then why else would you fall into his bed, after they kidnapped and bespelled you.” Klaus snapped, ignoring the last comment.

“Kept you from your family.” Freya added, sharing a look with Nik, as they did, Lucien noticed the way Elijah’s hands curled into fists for a second.

Clearly someone was feeling left out, he thought with amusement as he realised it

“Because Tristan had an obsession and despite his claims of not having a heart seemed to still hold our fling with fondness.” Elijah confessed with little care “and I was bored of being chained to the wall every night.”

“Bored!? You started sleeping with that- because you were bored.”

“One must find their own entertainment when without.” Elijah shrugged.

“What about Aurora?” Nik asked, finally chasing the mild smile from Elijah’s face.

“Ah-” Elijah winced and Lucien watched as there was a small glimmer of guilt in his eyes as he looked at Klaus “that was wholly on her.”

Aurora had bragged about that to him once he had asked her himself, her joy at getting something from Elijah that Tristan wanted but couldn’t have because of his own ritual and how much she liked pushing Elijah to his limit until all his manners vanished to a monster.

“What do you mean?” Freya said as she laid a hand on Nik's shoulder.

“We could have remained distant sharing Tristan’s bed after she decided to join us, Tristan so rarely refuses her, but for some reason she didn’t want that.” Elijah explained almost trying to soften the words as he eyes Nik.

“So you had no choice.” Klaus tried,

“I had a choice,” Elijah said clearly, “She was one of the few in that place I could hurt, I didn't turn it down. I gave her what her brother wouldn’t and she allowed me to do what I couldn't, it grew from that.” Elijah continued any softening of his words at Niklaus' attempt to frame Elijah as a victim apparently, “I didn't expect it but sometimes the most important things in life are those you don't expect.”

“So you're happy as some prize of the Strix.” Nik spat the words at him, "What happened to my proud brother?"

“I'm content with everything I have now, and happy even.” Elijah told them but before anyone else could speak they were interrupted. 

“ELIJAH!” The shout filled the room, and Lucien bit his cheek to stop himself from laughing at the undercurrent of distress in Tristan’s voice, he's almost sure only he noticed, far too much of the little lordling that once made his life hell than the calm collected vampire lord.

“Tristan.” Klaus snarled.

“RETURN HIM TO ME,” 

“Someone never learnt to share.” he muttered to himself as he was reminded of their childhood.

“OR YOUR CITY WILL BURN!”

“Tristan” Elijah sighed, fond amusement clear in the contrast to moments before “always with the dramatics.” 

“If you're harmed in any way-” Tristan's voice carried to those with supernatural hearing.

“Cease your racket,” Elijah spoke lowly, clearly meant for the one outside, which was answered as Tristan did as he was asked and stopped talking, likely listening as Elijah started towards the door. “I’m coming.”

“Stop.” Klaus demanded as he appeared in front of Elijah, but it came out without his usual confidence and sounded like the begging it was “Brother, you don’t need to go to him, we can protect you and break the spell he has over you.” Klaus offered with his arms settling on Elijah’s shoulders apparently ignoring as Elijah tensed under the touch.

Elijah was a tactile person with those he cared for and those he threatened, he didn’t like being cornered and trapped which was what Nik was clearly trying.

"I needed you then.” Elijah snapped, shrugging Nik’s hands off his shoulder and attempting to step around him “now you are simply making yourself a threat to my family."

“Elijah, we are your family.” Freya pleaded, taking a step towards him as well making Lucien tense despite himself, cornering Elijah was a terrible idea and Lucien didn’t want to be the one he lashed out at. 

“You are,” Elijah offered her a soft smile which seemed to stop her from getting closer, before he added, “but my son comes first.”

“Your son should be growing up alongside my daughter, protected by our family.” Nik protested, suddenly now realising that he could use him to convince Elijah, well Nik had been the slower sibling when it came to manipulation .

“Your ideas of that involved the deaths of Tristan and Aurora, correct?”

“They can live,” Nik offered like that was a gift to Elijah, something to sweeten his demands, “as long as they run and never come near you again.”

“So I return," Elijah laid out. "leaving my life; all I have built and all the power I have in the Strix, to you, controlling my life and bringing Jason to endure the same fate.”

“Brother I've changed.” Nik claimed earning a quiet laugh from Elijah.

"That's why the your daughter's mother and her entire pack are technically still under a curse, only freed by a girl that despises you for killing her friend and her when she tried to escape your control, why most of Marcellus' friends that surrounded him before your arrival in the city are dust now." Elijah listed making Lucien eyebrow raise as he kept going, "you’ve changed, that’s the reason Rebekah is wandering the globe to find a way to bring back Kol after you interfered with his last resurrection, needing it all to go your own way, despite the alternative way my people provided.”

“I couldn’t trust them.” Nik said instead of any defence for the rest of the list but given the way Elijah blinked as his smile froze, Lucien had a feeling that wasn’t any better.

“Why?” the older Mikaelson brother asked, tilting his head slightly, “because they weren't your browbeaten underlings, because they were of the Stix or because I sent them and you were angry I hadn't returned to your side.

“I didn't know-”

"none of the matters" Elijah sighed, shaking his head slightly Nik flinched at the sound slightly as Elijah walked past him.

"Elijah-" Nik started again even though he looked at a loss of words, but then when was the last time he hadn’t been able to bully his family into accepting his terms.

“If you wish for my return you’ll have to learn to accept them, my other family.” Elijah told them before he pulled both doors open to reveal Tristan De Martel surrounded by the Strix.

“I do hope my guards are unharmed.” Elijah greeted them lightly as he stepped out of the Mikaelson compound not looking back as the sound that escape Klaus was closer to a whine than the growl he would likely claim.

Elijah wasn’t as carefree as he pretended to be, Lucien noticed as looked between the brothers a few times before he understood it, Nik was holding himself back from attacking either Elijah for walking away or Tristan and Elijah was prepared to defend against him.

Nearly hundred years apart and they still knew each other to well.

“I don’t know why, since they failed their task,” Tristan replied, running his glance over Elijah for any sign of a fight “or did you leave?”

“Not of my own free choice.” Elijah admitted.

“How did they manage to-?” Tristan started to ask

“The same way you managed to catch me all that time ago, my mistake, luck and a powerful spell.” Elijah told him annoyance clear in his sharp tone, before asking “Now how did the induction go?”

“Your Marcel lives,” Tristan answered with a smirk, Marcel must have impressed him somewhat to get that expression, Lucien realised, “Aya is introducing him to some of the others but we can speak of that back at home.” 

The last part was clearly aimed at the Mikaelsons, gaining a glare from Freya and an audible growl from Nik.

The Stix, Tristan and Elijah were gone before anyone could respond. 

“I really don’t like him.” Freya said into the silence.

“Welcome to the club, love.” he smirked at her lifting an imaginary glass as a toast. “Aurora, Elijah and Jason are the only ones who do.”

“Jason?” Klaus asked, oh right how much did any of them know other than his existence.

“Our shared nephew; Aurora, Elijah and Tristan’s adopted son.” he told them, smiling as he found both the remaining Mikaelson's eyes glue to him.

"Tell me everything about him." Nik demanded.

"He has two of your paintings on his bedroom wall." he started, as he settled back into the chair.

—--

Elijah waited until they returned to their bedroom, ignoring Aurora as she looked up from the bed, to turn to Tristan. Cupping his hand around the back of his neck, Tristan allowed him to cage him against the wall.

He smiled widely as he made him look up at him, cutting him off before Tristan could start speaking of restrictions and demands for his safety.

“Do not think I will allow your over controlling paranoia to ruin this, I will have my family complete.” he warned him. “I am done allowing myself to be kept away.”

It had been easier to accept, to let it happen half a world away, harder with Klaus’ desperation and promises so close.

It grated on his nerves being the outsider in the looks shared between Freya and Klaus, their long lost sister has apparently taken his place with ease.

Sixty years ago he may have accepted it and stepped away but Elijah had lost too much and fought for it all back to give it up now.

Elijah had spent a childhood of every story he managed to get out of Finn carrying the undertone that Finn would have preferred  to have Freya over him.

Elijah wanted to know what was so perfect about the sister, the one he had never known but still grew up in her shadow.

He was going to get to know his niece and reunited with his baby sister on her return.

“Had it not been your family-” Tristan started 

“It wouldn't have happened,” he cut him off, had he woken up to not find Klaus so close , being so open, it would have been over before Tristan arrived. “Are you sure you wish to test me? Risk ruining the peace we have?” he asked, stepping back slightly to see Tristan following after him unconsciously.

“Like you always do when you worry, Tris.” Aurora added from the bed.

Elijah watched as Tristan looked between them, indecision clear as he debated for a moment.

“Fine.” he sighed heavily. 

“Good boy,” he praised, stepping closer again to press a chaste kiss to the other’s forehead, Tristan melted into him. 

True soft, sweet gestures, beyond what the ritual accidentally forced him into, were something he rarely so openly showed to Tristan and always seemed to have the largest effect on him. Elijah had learnt to reward good behaviour especially when it takes so long to train it into Tristan.

[hive-buzzes]

Whos the Starclan guide?

[jaggedjot]

Choosing to believe that the coven are not going to retroactively punish Claudia for having broken their laws by attempting to kill one vampire and succeeding with another, but for the far more serious infraction of giving Armand an opportunity to rant to the theatre troupe, yet again, about how brilliant Lestat is, how he is a better actor than any of them, how Armand definitely does not miss him, how (presumed) big his

[only-one-brain-cell]

Spike is co president and co founder of the Xander is a Wanker club.

[flyolai-brainrot]

fyodor dostoevsky would have loved ao3

[daibolik-lovers-encyclopedia]

Races of Daibolik Lovers

Demons World's Hierarchy

Highest<————In order from ————>lowest

Superior Demon Races: Ancestor, Vampire (Bat), Vibora (Snake), Wolves (Wolf) and Adler (Eagle).

Inferior Demon Races: Ghoul (Crow), and other numerous different inferior races not named.

Note

Please note that things they are able to do with their natural abilities and magic are two different things.

Also before you say it, witches are not a race and as far as I am aware are not mentioned.

Ancestors (Originators, Founders, or First Blood Clan):

Intro -

They are the ancestor race of all the demon kinds in the Demon World.

Though they don’t directly rule over the other races, as they have their own kings/queens, they are the highest in social hierarchy, giving them some power over others.

Abilities -

Possessing all the basic racial skills of the four superior demonic sub-races (Vampire, Vibora, Wolves and Adler), but they don't possess their weaknesses.

-Transform into bats, snakes, wolves, and eagles.

-Summon familiar’s(bats, snakes, wolves, and Eagles)

-High strength, smell, hearing, speed, and regenerative abilities.

-Teleportation

-“Read” consciousness/thoughts through mementos/objects

In the general prologue of Dark Fate, this is how Carla and Shin find Lord Burais Castle through “reading” Menaes thoughts connected to her pendant, in search of her after her death.

-Highest Magic Ability

Weaknesses -

-Decapitation is the only way to kill them, however, if their body is too damaged to heal fast enough, it can be life-threatening, even if not directly.

-All Abilities are weakened during a Full Moon

-They are susceptible to Endzit

Endzit is a sickness that only First Bloods can get but Karlheinz fears it may spread in the future to other races.

Food Source -

No direct information is stated but judging from their descendants it’s assumed that Blood can nourish them. Note that this is not definite.

And though there is no evidence that it’s beneficial, it’s shown that they can enjoy eating human food.

Cultural Traditions -

In BLOODY BOUQUET Drama CD "The Secret Behind a Demon World's Wedding Reception ~Vampires' Hospitality~", they reveal wedding/celebration traditions of the First Bloods.

-Weddings lasts three days and three nights in total

-They congratulate the bride and groom through a ‘never-ending’ banquet

-During those three days and nights, one must never have an empty plate. Once something has been eaten, it will immediately be replaced by a fresh batch

-Though the banquet itself does end after three days it is meant to symbolize that the marriage itself is a “never ending” celebration of the persons bond.

-One of their traditional dishes is called the Founder’s special ‘Four Species Pudding’. They mince and combine wolf, snake, eagle and bat meat, bake it all together, then pour a special sauce on top. It signifies the eternal bond with those four bloodlines.

Other -

-All Abilities are Heighten During a Lunar Eclipse

Vampires (Bat clan):

Intro -

One of the four sub-races under the Ancestors, and second in the social hierarchy of the demon world.

Abilities -

-High strength, speed, regenerative abilities, increased vision, sense of smell, and hearing

-Transform into bats

-Teleportation

-Summon familiar’s(bats)

-Average to High magic ability

Weaknesses -

-Pureblood vampires can only die by having their heads cut off, however, if their body is too damaged to heal fast enough, it can be life-threatening, even if not directly.

-Silver

-Their vision diminishes in sunlight

-All powers are weakened during a lunar eclipse

Food Source -

They can eat human food, but it doesn't nourish them; blood is their main source of food.

And though it is stated that it is not beneficial for them to, it’s shown that they can enjoy eating human food.

Other -

- During a full moon, pureblood vampires can fly

Impure Vampires (Bat clan):

Intro -

Impure vampires are similar to pureblood vampires, except that they were turned, meaning they weren't born as a vampire.

Abilities -

-High strength, speed, and regenerative abilities, increased vision, smell and hearing(not to the same degree as a pureblood vampire)

-Teleportation

Weakness -

-While they do have some of the same abilities are pure blood vampires they do not have them to the same degree making them weaker

-They have no ability for magic

Karlheinz grants some to the Mukamis, such as protective barrier and bat familiars.

-They cannot summon/control familiars

-Silver

Food source -

All human food nourishes them, but blood is still their main food source.

Other -

-During a full moon, pureblood vampires can fly

-Unlike the pureblood vampires, they see perfectly in the sunlight.

Vibora (Snake clan):

Intro -

N/A

Abilities-

-Transform into snakes

Weaknesses -

N/A

Food source -

N/A

Other -

There isn't much known about this race, but we do know that they were allies of the vampire race.

Wolves (Wolf clan)

*No information yet*

Adler (Eagle clan)

*No information yet*

Ghouls (Crow clan):

Intro -

Ghouls are humans that have stayed in the demon world for to long, or they are the children of two humans that are already ghouls. Ghouls are compared to humans and used as slaves by other demons races (Ancestor, Vampire, Vibora, Wolves and Adler).

Abilities -

-Transform into crows

-They possess no ability for magic

Weaknesses -

N/A

Food sources -

N/A

Other -

-They have a vary long life span (it is unknown if they are immortal).

-Ghouls are humans that have stayed in the demon world for to long, more specifically have breathed in Miasma for to long. Ghouls can also have ghoul children.

-In the manga Younge Blood, it’s hinted that ghouls are prone to going “feral”. Where they are overwhelmed by bloodlust, hunting for higher rank demons to kill, and eating there flesh. In hopes of gaining their magic ability.

-One clear physical attributes of a ghoul is black Sclera.

Note: All races suck blood, but only for the vampires is blood the main source of food.

Trivia:

-Vibora in Spanish (vìbora) means viper; Adler in German means eagle.

-All demons race are inspired by animals, except for the ancestors (because they are all demons races in one being).

-In official websites the Tsukinami and Kino are intentionally wrongly classified as "vampires" to avoid spoilers (Tsukinami are ancestors and Kino is an unknown race).

[professoruber]

Marceline and the Founders

Quick thought I've been thinking of recently (since I've been getting back into Adventure Time as of late due to Fionna & Cake) but I wonder if the humans of the Island ever discovered Marceline's connection to the Founders and what the consequences of that might be.

Marceline knew the founders as actual people rather than the deity-like figures which Island propaganda appeared to portray them as. So her insight could very much go against some very fundamental tenants of official Island history.

Of course, the very fact that the humans of the Islands have returned to Ooo could indicate they no longer take "Founder's Truth" to be the gospel in regards to running their society. Or perhaps they tried to rationalise it.

I have seen some discussion on reddit before regarding how aware the Islands are of Marceline's existence. Personally I feel she likely has a limited by important place the "mythos' of the Founders. The fact she was turned into a vampire and so parted ways with the Founders before they actually founded Founder's Island probably meant she's not as prominent as other Founders like Two Bread Tom who would've taken a much larger leadership roll in early settlement of the Island.

However, while her time with the Founders may have been relatively short (Jo, aka the girl with the bunny hat, didn't physically grow up much between the time Marceline first met her and when she fought the Vampire King), she did still appear to have grown quite close to them. And I do feel they likely would have honoured her sacrifice in fighting the Vampire King so they could escape the mainland.

I do think that others are correct though that her half-demon nature is likely unknown by modern humans, both due to details being lost in time and also because a friendly non-human (well non-complete-human) would go against the propaganda of "everything outside the Islands is out to get Humanity so we can't leave" stuff. Personally I have also had the thought she could be considered the predecessor to the Guardian, since that was basically her role in their group. Although for the purpose of propaganda, her effectiveness as a guardian may also have been played done and/or her sacrifice got the most focus.

So perhaps the humans of the islands just recall "Founder Marceline" as someone who sacrificed her life for the other Founders, a haunting example of why humanity must never leave the safety of the islands or stray from the Founder's Truth...

Of course, given the aforementioned deity-like status of the Founders, that does make me kinda curious of how the Islanders would react to learning that one of the Founders is still around. Certainly wouldn't be the only time Marceline's gets canonised by a saint by folks she helped saved....

Could also definitely be interesting to see what Marceline's on reaction might be to learning of the ultimate fate of that band of survivors she once was a part of, and also how she went down in history.

Perhaps the humans of the Islands might try seeking our Marceline for wisdom and leadership if they knew, given the importance of the "Founder's Truth" as being treated as infallible for so long, old habits die hard after all. Maybe might lead to a dynamic akin to this...

In all seriousness though; someone like Marceline, who they can trust more or less, probably would be beneficial in helping humans re-establish themselves in Ooo after being absent for so long.

[sakamakis-estranged-uncle]

Route; Full Masterlist

II GAMES II

001. DIABOLIK LOVERS Haunted Dark Bridal [WIP]

002. DIABOLIK LOVERS More, Blood [WIP]

003. DIABOLIK LOVERS Vandead Carnival [WIP]

004. DIABOLIK LOVERS Dark Fate [WIP]

005. DIABOLIK LOVERS Lunatic Parade [WIP]

006. DIABOLIK LOVERS Lost Eden [WIP]

007. DIABOLIK LOVERS Chaos Lineage [WIP]

II DRAMA CD II

001. DIABOLIK LOVERS Do-S Kyuuketsu [WIP]

002. DIABOLIK LOVERS VERSUS I [WIP]

003. DIABOLIK LOVERS VERSUS II [WIP]

004. DIABOLIK LOVERS Character Song [WIP]

005. DIABOLIK LOVERS More, Blood [WIP]

006. DIABOLIK LOVERS More, More Blood [WIP]

007. DIABOLIK LOVERS Limited V Edition [WIP]

008. DIABOLIK LOVERS Bloody Bouquet [WIP]

009. DIABOLIK LOVERS Eternal Blood [WIP]

010. DIABOLIK LOVERS Para-Selene [WIP]

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[citanul-atsidosam22]

The Madness in the Dark

⚠️MATURED CONTENT ⚠️

The cold water slipping down inch by inch on her skin felt like glory. The sound of water spurting out of the shower soon hitting the floor made her company. The long day is about to be replaced by dusk, and so, she took a shower to ready herself for bed. It became her routine. Wake up in the morning, read, write, or paint throughout the day, then take a shower before light disappears.

This day was to no extraordinary. She witnessed dawn, maintain her proper hygiene, gather books she'll read from the library inside the castle, and now she's taking a shower. See? Like always.

After rinsing foams of the products and fragrances she lathered on her body and hair, she stepped out of the shower, her figure wrapped in a clean white towel. She then strolled to her bedroom.

Upon arrival, she saw a book spread open to a specific page on the floor. The content depicts sexual pleasures. She admits to herself that she searched for it in the library earlier, but knowing the book would center intimacy, she is beyond certain that she secured the book in a proper storage before she went on to take a bath. She knew too well that she would never be careless enough as to make such thing vulnerable.

But if she settled it in a proper placement earlier, then who could've dragged it on the floor? It's triggering her curiosity. Nevertheless, she picked up the book and placed it near the lampshade beside her bed. She got too carried away by the books' sudden displacement that she wasn't able to notice the heavy deluge of rain.

She walked to the window. The pane was occupied by plenty of droplets. The mist outside making the forest an aesthetic. The sky was gray and dark, a warning of continuous downpour. No wonder it was colder than the usual. Thanks to the book, though, that she forgot the overwhelming temperature for a while. But now, clothes would be better and more efficient than the skimpy towel.

She headed to her closet and gathered her chosen pieces of clothings and garments. She took her lotions, beauty creams, and oils next before she made her way to the edge of the bed to apply and wear the things in her grasp.

The towel dropped leaving her form naked. She turned around to sit on the bed. Upon settling, she was startled as a tall figure stood in front of her.

"C-Carla?!"

His eyes roamed every centimeter of her body. His vision engulfed in the curve of her sides, the roundness of her hips, the slope of her breasts and the smoothness of her skin. As his sight reached down her feminity, the glow of his eyes was accentuated by the synchronous loss of power.

Everything around her was dark, but two narrowed eyes above made no exceptions of still glowing in the dark with enticement and sadistic intentions. It horrified her. She attempted to run but he caught her arm and tossed her harshly onto the mattress. Due to the force he exerted, the mattress ejected her slightly.

Carla made swift motions to hover above her and pinned her wrists above her head. He lowered his face as near that he could feel her breath embracing his lips.

"Carla!"

She raised her voice as he tilted his head to have a better access to the inside of her mouth. His tongue was long and slender, much to her surprise. The tip was pointed that it traced the walls of her mouth, and it was incredibly strong that hers got dominated even in its own cavern.

Carla explored her curves with his free hand. It glided down and down—dangerously getting close to her womanhood— her velvety skin. She squeezed her eyes tighter as well as her thighs.

He left her lips to proceed to her neck. Her collarbones gave more emphasis to the perfection of her neck. It made Carla thought of other sensitive spots in her body. Oh, how he loved how her face twists with fighting over dominance pain and pleasure. He may never admit that, but he'll—whenever he pleases—seek that.

He bit on her collarbone harshly, almost crunching it with his teeth. His fangs dove deep down her flesh. She arched her back and was unable to suppress a gasp. He gulped the blood that exited the pierce his fangs penetrated.

"Stop!" She whined.

He kept drinking. He looked for another spot and bit there. Her tears subconsciously flowed from her eyes. His bites were extremely painful yet good. Carla bit every sensitive spot he could ever imagine—her collarbones, her cleavage, her chest, her waist, above her navel, her wrists, and even the tip of her fingers. He drank too much, her eyes are puffy and her nose was clogged from crying.

Yet, it wasn't enough to offer him satisfaction. He backed a bit and and pushed her further up the bed. He crawled and spread her legs wide.

Her beauty is ethereal.

She flinched and shrank. She's whimpering and it amused the male. She's fighting the sensation without thinking what will happen if he ever leaves her unattended. Her essence is dripping from her entrance it pooled on the mattress.

Carla aligned his face on her womanhood. He inhaled in her scent and gently massaged her devil's doorbell with his thumb. Her moan was but a startled gasp. Too silent for his liking. It never rubbed his ego as much as her existence fueled his arousal.

He put pressure on his thumb and moved it faster. She cried yet covered her mouth with her released hands. Carla grew impatient. Her volume was not the problem, it was her attempts to conceal her reactions. 'Well, let's see if those tiny hands of yours be able to suppress your melody if I do this', Carla thought.

He spread her labia open, exposing her throbbing nodule. She was a falls whose essence Carla would pridefully coat himself with. Carla licked her opening, starting from the bottom to the top then kissed her knob before sucking it like he's helping himself to an oyster.

She screamed out of delight. Carla repeated his ministrations till she was arching her back and moaning his name nonstop. He picked up a much faster pace. He pushed and pulled his fingers in a swift rhythm. Not long, the knot that formed in her abdomen set her free to ecstasy. Her orgasm ripped through her, its intoxicating pleasure making her guilty.

Carla watched close as her release gushed out of her clenching opening. It was plenty. A mixture of his saliva, her essence, and the outcome of his actions and her pleasure.

He felt as though he was selfish to himself. Carla backed off and kneeled above her in front. He observed how she squirmed, he adored how her expression is difficult to explain yet a masterpiece amongst the finest of arts.

Her form trembling, panting, and sweating. Despite that, she lifted herself with the support of her elbows.

"Ah?!" She gasped.

Carla kneeled in front of her. His organ—long, thick, hard and erect—was freed from his pants. Carla was now, like her, naked. His body a sculpted figure of muscles. His curves are exquisite, and his beauty an erotic facade behind royal appearance.

She froze as she realized that his manhood is pointing at her. The darkness was now but an overcast.

"Carla! Please, no!" She cried as he leaned down on her. He payed no attention. However, the thunder roared. He must've got pissed by her relentless resistance.

He kissed her. The kiss was feverish. It was wild, harsh, and hungry. His greed is consuming him till he's no longer concerned of her mortality. And that's because, he isn't.

Carla coiled his hand on her throat. The other making its way to pin again her wrists above her head. She felt helpless. As much as she would want to escape, its a waste of attempt that adds fire to Carla's rising temper. While it is not time to mind his temper, it will really will make her situation hell if she'll completely ignore it. After all, she's all alone and everything is in his favor.

She grew lightheaded. Must've been because of the loss of blood and anxiety. However, her eyes went wide when she felt his tip at the entrance of her canal.

"NO!!!" She shrieked weakly.

He continued as if not regarding her protest. That night, mixture of cries, moans, and grunts from her and Carla could be heard all throughout the mansion. The mattress was soiled with sweat, tears, and release. The thunder roared even more, the rain poured harder, and lightning striked more frequently—illuminating everything its light could reach.——————————————————————

I once heard from my mother that silence is the loudest sound that you can ever hear in this world. When I was young, we would have a banter about that. I used to believe that silence is...well, the most silent sound there is. We often end up with her telling me that I'll understand it when I grow up. Understanding it was the worst thing I could ever comprehend.

Clicks and clanks are the only sounds I heard as Carla and I ate in the dining room. He had his usual dry-cured ham and the castle's cooks served me a steak. It was delicious. However, being alone with him made me uncomfortable. I heard that Shin went out to some place he had told the young one to.

I can sense him occasionally taking a glance at me. And, so I am to him and his...ham. It's not like I want to have some, the fact that I would want to tell him something made me cautious of this moment.

"Woman." Carla's call was short yet dangerous. My fork fell to my plate out of fright.

"Y-yes?" I stuttered. I shouldn't have.

His gaze on me intensified. It is as if my response rekindled some sort of fire inside him. Carla was never easy to read. His eyes were always stern, and his lips never held any emotion.

"What is it?" I added. That was the only interrogation I could ever muster.

"Say it." He spoke, it wasn't a question. It was more of a command. I always try to make my intentions hidden but he always succeeds on making it seem like I am an open book to him. He reads my thoughts like they were written.

I remained silent. How did he ever knew? After all of that, I realized that I really don't want to tell him anymore. That way, I could've avoided it to prolong. I thought of hiding it as impossible, and now I am certain.

"I don't have all night, yet you as well. Delay more, and I will assure you do not last long, woman." He warned.

The worst that could happen to me was this. As much as I would want it to end, but I am not sure of what Carla meant. I feared how he chooses and plays with his choice of words. How I interpret it might not what he really meant it.

"You got me pregnant."

[crimsonlyinglilly]

Day 24 “Let’s get you cleaned up.”

| Blankets | Stitches | Bandages |

Another day for @juneofdoom and more Caged Founder, This is the last of it for the month.

Part two of Kol's discoveries from the otherside.

Part one here - Grief

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Kol caught up with Elijah as he slammed open a door to a large but neat office, it took him a moment to notice he recognised the man in it.

Tris- Jason's père was Tristan de Martel, Kol wanted to snarl as he recognised the man, suddenly he knew why the castle had seemed familiar, it was a recreation of the Count De Martel's, right down the the dolls livery.

Uncle Luc - Lucien and making the ‘mummy’ mentioned; Aurora.

How had his sibling’s first sired, gotten hold of Elijah?

“You're up!” Tristan exclaimed at the noise and Kol wasn't sure he liked that all he read from the stuck up former lordling was relief.

This was who had taken Elijah, held him for nearly a hundred years, done who knows what to him and was likely using the child to control him.

Elijah had been alone and at the mercy of a known sadist with a grudge against him.

Yet Jason truly sounded happy with his père, there wasn't a hint of fear in the way he and his siblings would have spoken of Mikael, Elijah had sounded almost fond of the man it made another twisting feeling join Kol’s chest as he faced the knowledge that ninety years was a long time.

“Let’s get you cleaned up.” Tristan said as he got close enough to reach for Elijah's face, eyes clearly stuck to his brother's stubble, Kol narrowed his eyes suddenly wondering if Tristan could keep up the act for years, had that been how they got to Elijah, but his brother wouldn't have fallen for that.

Kind words and sweet gestures were how someone got Rebekah and even Klaus sometimes, not Elijah.

Ninety years was a long time, his mind reminded him again, and Elijah and Tristan had something when the latter was alive, they had all caught snippets of Elijah and Finn’s arguments over it, but it hadn’t stopped Elijah from turning and compelling him so it couldn't have been used against him.

“What have you been telling our son?” Elijah asked, avoiding the touch with ease and looking down at Tristan, his voice, deceptive mild mannered that was normally followed by a sharp set of words, or fist from Kol’s own experience with it.

“About what?” Tristan blinked up at Elijah, looking almost harmless, if Kol didn't know better he could almost believe it.

But Tristan de Martel had been the one Elijah had perfected his masks from, he could be the charming son of the Count and also the man who managed to threaten Klaus and Elijah into backing down, while wearing the blood of Nic’s pet-friend.

Now he was also the one who had somehow taken Elijah and kept him despite Klaus knowing where they were.

Had taunted Klaus over the fact while he hadn't known, he realised as he remembered Klaus' complaints at the invitations he had gotten from the Strix.

“You took me to keep me safe.” Elijah repeated Jason's words, derision dripping off every one.

“The truth.” Tristan replied, as he stepped back and shrugged. “You've been safer in our hands.” 

“Have I been, truly?” Elijah asked dryly, and Kol was torn between wanting to know more and not, as the realisation that whatever he learnt no longer mattered since he was dead and so couldn’t help his brother in any way became clear. The only ones who could didn’t even know their brother needed help.

“There have been missteps.” Tristan admits, wincing as Elijah scoffed apparently an understatement.

“Missteps.” Elijah echoed, with a raised eyebrow.

“I’m improving.” Tristan bit out, Kol watched as he noticed he would get anywhere continuing with this subject and changed it, “It's been weeks since we learnt about you brother.”

“What? no, it can't-" Elijah started in disbelief, " weeks?”

“It has, you've been in a haze of grief, avoiding Jason.” Tristan informed him “he thought he had done something wrong.

“No.” Elijah shook his head turning away slightly to look back, Kol didn’t need to be a mind reader to know Elijah was thinking of returning to the child’s bedroom, to how he could make sure Jason never thought that again.

“I corrected him, of course.” Tristan cut him off before he could leave “I'm not blaming you but-”

Elijah suddenly narrowed his eyes at Tristan as he seemed to discover something

“How did I end up in Jason's bed?” Elijah questioned.

“I put you there,” Tristan admitted shamelessly, “you passed out in the library.”

Kol hated that meant Elijah had pushed himself to exhaustion and apparently trusted Tristan enough to allow the man to move him in his sleep.

“So you arranged it.” Elijah said, stepping closer making the high difference more noticeable as he forced Tristan to either step back or look up “you used Jason.” he accused sharply.

“We needed to drag you from your grief and it wasn't something I or Aurora could do.” Tristan explained without taking a step back, instead using the closeness to touch Elijah, a hand going up to grip his arm.

“He isn’t a tool to use to further your goals, we’ve discussed this.” Elijah groaned, anger replaced by an almost familiar annoyance.

“Unless it’s his choice and he asked how he could help.” Tristan shot back, smirking as it visibly shut Elijah up.

Instead of leaving it quiet he spoke again,

“We need to move forward with the plan for your sister.” Tristan said and Kol felt the hair raise on the back of his neck, not Bex, for all he had his sister weren't on the same page before his death, and how little she seemed to have mourned him Kol wasn't going-

He couldn't do anything, he was dead, and stuck watching.

Thankful Elijah seemed just as against that idea as Kol.

“No!” he snapped.

“If Rebekah dies neither of us will be functioning and Jason doesn't deserve that, losing all his parents again.” Tristan replied,

“I’ll return myself to that damned cell before I let you put Rebekah in there.” Elijah swore.

“And what would we tell Jason then?” Tristan asked.

“That when he’s older and doesn’t agree with you he’ll be locked away." Elijah answered with a sharp smile back

"I wouldn't" Tristan snapped suddenly angry, Kol didn't notice the tightness of his grip on Elijah 's arm until a flicker of pain appeared on Elijah's face and Tristan released him "not to Jason."

"You must have felt the same about Aurora once." Elijah smirked, seemingly aiming for Tristan's anger.

Kol hadn't paid much attention to any of his sibling's first sired at the court but he knew Aurora was Tristan’s weak spot so he was surprised that instead of lashing out the man took a breath before replying to Elijah calmly.

“Were you any different, leaving you siblings in boxes alongside Klaus?” 

“The boxes are very different from what you put me through.” Elijah defended, and Kol hated the fact he had no idea what Elijah had suffered, that he hadn’t known Elijah was in trouble until now and it was too late to do anything about it.

“It would be different for her. I hold no resentment towards your sister,” Tristan offered , as if that made anything better, justifying it “I just need the pair of you to remain safe in place until we have worked out the unlinking spell.” 

“No resentment didn’t help Aurora.” Elijah repeated, “ tell me, how much of her immortal life have you kept her lock up for her own good, making it worse every time you tried to help have you no considered that you ar- “

It’s the second shot aimed at Aurora that managed to snap Tristan’s control, Elijah’s words were cut off as Tristan pulled him off balance by his throat, two weeks in a haze of grief, likely not eating, showing itself as he stumbled to his knees, kept upright by the hold on his throat.

“I will not lose either of you because your foolish siblings can’t keep themselves alive.” Tristan snarled.

His relief at the lack of fear or shock in his brother's eyes is dampened as Elijah makes no attempt to stop him, Elijah should be stronger it wouldn't take any effort to reach out and break Tristan's wrist, tear out his heart yet Elijah didn't only meeting Tristan's eyes with clear annoyance.

“Stop.”  Elijah choked out barely audible but too Kol's surprised Tristan did.

Tristan dropped him, vanishing in a moment to return with a small golden letter opener, Kol tensed suddenly concerned as he watched as Tristan pointed the blade at his brother.

“Where?” he asked, making Kol fear it was a twisted game to ask Elijah where he wanted to be cut.

“Wrist, deep, weeks, I’ve missed meals.” Elijah told him flatly, as he straightened up, so matter of fact as if he hadn't been choked seconds before.

“So you saved it for puni-” Tristan seemed to complain.

“You are several decades too early to complain about punishments.” Elijah replied curtly, his eyes stuck to the blade.

Kol watched in confusion as Tristan with little hesitation cut deep across his own wrist offering the bleeding arm to Elijah.

Veins darken around Elijah's suddenly red eyes for a moment before he bent his head and latched his mouth around the wound.

“I will do everything to keep those that are mine safe, you know we’re not different, you would do the same.” Tristan de Martel’s tells Elijah as he reaches to runs his free hand through Elijah’s hair.

Elijah’s hand caught the wrist before it could settle in his hair. Kol can see the way the knuckles clenched that he wants to break it, but he doesn’t and Kol hates that he doesn’t know why but knows it’s something he should. 

It’s not sentiment, Elijah would have done it to any of them, had done it to both Klaus and Kol for pushing his boundaries and patience. 

But Elijah had never let anyone choke him that way, Elijah could-should have overpowered Martel and taken the blood he wanted. 

Elijah wouldn't have stayed with Tristan de Martel over their family, he should have been with them.

The boy, Kol's nephew, should have known them as more than stories and soft toys.

He leaves, not wanting to see anymore of the confusing mess they had failed to notice Elijah had falling into when he was now helpless to change it. 

When he confronts Rebekah as the otherside weakens, part of him wants to tell her about Elijah and their new nephew and how they failed him but he wasn’t stupid, he knows why Tristan de Martel would want her, his sister’s sire. 

No matter how angry he is at her, he is not going to send his little sister into a trap.

He can’t help the bitter thought that it was too late for Elijah.

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