Olympe is quite unique when it comes to what she is. She is powerful, that is for sure. Everybody knows she is a monster disguised as an angel. Especially the Mikaelson's family, and more particularly Klaus.
Used to be called "ETHEREAL"
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"Isn't she magnificent?" Niklaus whispered, looking enthralled by the debauchery of power and fury Olympe demonstrated.
"She is dangerous for our family," answered back Elijah, warily watching her poisoned dagger.
"Rest assures, brother, her poison won't hurt us, she promised. It would only give us a small fever, but no painful death for any Original!" Kol reassured his brother, watching Olympe with a large amused and proud smile.
She was proceeding with her interrogation flawlessly.
"Where are the rest of your brothers?" She asked, her voice steady and calm despite the sparks of raw power escaping from her fingers.
"I won't tell you!"
She deeply cut on the chest for one, on the leg for the other, before standing back again. The men were whimpering from the sudden pain the poisoned dagger inflicted.
"I repeat my question, where are your brothers?"
"I don't know," cried out one of them.
"Wrong answer," she cut again, behind their knees this time, cutting their tendons.
Loud cries resonated through the forest while the sun rose. Olympe's face was still emotionless, and her eyes as hard as steel. She patiently waited for their cries to lower.
"West..." panted one of the brothers.
"West? Elaborate," she ordered, holding her dagger to his throat.
"The new land... To the wild west," he murmured, the poison spreading through his veins, making him weaker by seconds.
"Is that where the rest of you, cockroaches, went? Are you sure?"
"I have letters in my pocket to prove it," he said before fainting from the pain and the poison combined.
She fished around in his pocket for the letters. She threw them towards Kol, who quickly caught them, and then turned to the only brother awake.
"Do you remember Delacroix's castle and its people?" She finally asked the question she truly wanted to ask.
"Delacroix?" The man looked at her dumbfounded. He seemed not to understand. "Lord Delacroix... Ah, yes, I remember one raid we did, my brothers and I," he watched with delectation the saddened face Olympe suddenly had.
"We were hungry... they were very delectable. I have enjoyed every second of it." He declared in a sombre voice, licking his lips at the memory.
Olympe's hands were harshly trembling now. Her face was transformed into one of hatred and ire. Her hands were surrounded by thick black energy, while the beginning of a small fire crawled on the trees holding the men.
She dropped her dagger, raising both her hands in front of her. Her mouth turned into a deep grimace. The Mikaelson soon recognized that the more she drew power from the plants around them, the more they began to die.
