A little death

Chapter one: Kill of the night.

The ritual had begun like any other with the young witch channeling the power of three original siblings in varying degrees of supernatural in an effort to appease the ancestors with an offering they couldn't refuse like so many had done before her. Including but not limited to the all powerful original witches lying incapacitated before her but by no stretch of the imagination did it end that way.

It was simple or at least supposed to be. With the power supplied from the original vampire, hybrid, body jumped witch and the help of the very few remaining crescent wolves with hearts in their chest cavity Davina would force Dahlia into a short lived comatose state leaving her just enough time to slit the throat of the venomous Mikaelson women letting their essence and power drain back into the earth supplying the witches of New Orleans with limitless power for years to come along with the immense pleasure the ancestors would feel, finally able to punish those who brought the parasitic plague that is vampirism into this world. Witches are seen as the innocents of supernatural beings but that couldn't be further from the truth. Witches are liars and cheaters, manipulators with an ace of spades constantly tucked up their sleeves but most of all witches are wicked in every sense of the word and god damn vengeful, a creature not to be trifled with if you know what's good for you living or dead.
In the months since Kols passing Davina had grown in strength, determined with every fibre of her being to bring back the thousand year old soul no matter the cost and it was her selfless determination that would ultimately be her downfall. As her strength grew her ego followed close behind, not to say that she was a delusional egomaniac like say Klaus Mikaelson but she was young and powerful though ultimately an arrogant witch with an axe to grind. Every failed attempt to rectify what she saw as a grave injustice saw Davina get only more persistent, attempting more and more radical an approach. She had dabbled in both dark and sacrificial magic before finally setting her sights on what many in the magical community would call the worst of it all. Expression. It was then that the ancestors decided to put a stop to Davina Claire. At the precise moment Kol Mikaelson took his first breath as a resurrected New Orleans witch, Davina Claire would take her last.

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The power coursing through Rebekah's veins felt like white hot liquified gold and while Davina had warned her, trained her and meticulously planned for this she couldn't help but scream in agony, keeping the connection alive in the midst of feeling like she was about to internally combust.

"Davina!" She cried out, attempting to pull the witch out of her magical trance just long enough to get her attention. "I CANT HOLD THIS ANY LONGER, YOU HAVE TO DO IT NOW." She growled though it fell on deaf ears.

Davina wouldn't lie, the pain of this ritual was almost the most intense she'd ever felt just short of her death but when she looked on Kol or horribly, what was left of him sheet clad and lifeless the way he had been for almost a full year guarded by many a vampire and hybrid alike she pushed on, chanting ancient latin spells through gritted teeth.
This wasn't about her.

"Phasmatos ravenus on animum, phasmatos ravenus on animum, phasmatos raverus on animum."

"DAVINA!" Rebekah cried in anguish holding the witches attention for the first time since the spell began, truly unable to hold the connection any longer. "I CANT-"

"I know." Davina did not waste time in letting her finish, with blood trickling down her face she stopped chanting, completing the ritual with one precise and final cut to the throat of the all powerful Dahlia.
For a moment there was nothing but eerie dead silence, the wind had stopped causing whiplash and the agonising power evaporated into thin air all that could be heard was the fast paced beating of Rebekah's mortal heart. The three Mikaelson siblings looked at each other as if expecting their mother and aunt to rise once more and brush the dust from their filthy garments, nothing felt any different than it had before. Evidently the pain and hurt would linger, death no longer as satisfying as it had once seemed. Before anyone could speak or even think in the silence that had followed Davina let out a blood curdling scream, collapsing in a writhing heap on the ground, contorting her body in ways not humanly possible. Thinking before acting was often standard protocol for Niklaus and being one to rarely deviate from the norm he acted bold and brashly in the only way he knew how. Sinking his teeth into his wrist Klaus flashed forward forcing his blood upon the dying witch before abruptly ending her life with a snap of the neck before whatever was in control of her could do it for him.
It was in this moment Kol Mikaelson took his very first breath.

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