Episode-12
Two men entered the room to join Elijah and a police officer, who were seated at a table.
Elijah smiled at them, "Gentlemen, make yourselves at home. Mayor O'Connell appears to be running late, but there's much to discuss, so I shall begin."
Nikole walked down the stairs as she looked toward the men sitting below, "One moment, please, brother. You know how much I enjoy these illicit, little gatherings."
Elijah smiled to the men, "Do not be troubled. Despite my sister's reputation, I can assure you, we've invited you here to broker in peace. You have my word."
Nikole walked towards the table with a smirk, "And, lucky for you, my brother always keeps his word. You two are from the Guerrera crime family, a brutish pack of thieves and killers. And that's nothing compared to what you become on a full moon, is it?"
Elijah nodded with a smile, "Yes, yes, yes. Of course, a bite from your kind is not lethal to an Original. Conflict between us would not end well for you at all. Let's state our proposal here. My Sister and I control the ports of the city, but with Prohibition soon to be the law of the land, there'll be a certain uptick in the kind of federal presence we prefer to avoid. Therefore, I'd like to suggest a system whereby-- under our supervision, of course-- the Guerrera family can traffic alcohol into the city of New Orleans for a profit. We would still be in charge, but our rule would remain a secret."
Nikole looked up when she heard footsteps. Papa Tunde had walked into the room with his sons following behind him.
"This all sounds very good, but tell me, how will it benefit the witches?"
The witch asked with raised brows.
Elijah stood up to block his way, "I am sorry. This is a private meeting."
Tunde rolled his eyes, "Yes, for royals of the city. But I, too, am royalty and I have rules."
Nikole walked towards her brother and the witch and smiled fakely, "I'm impressed. You're either quite ambitious or quite mad. What's your name, mate?"
"I am Alphonse Bellatunde Delgado-- Papa Tunde to my followers-- and I come to ask that the witches be granted fair tribute for allowing your existence in our city." He demanded as he looked at the notorious Mikaelson.
Elijah asked in confusion, "Are you suggesting that you speak for the French Quarter witches?"
"I do now, and I expect our future negotiations to go very smoothly. As a guarantee, I brought a gift. I await our next gathering."
He nodded at his sons who stepped forward with a medium-sized leather case onto their table before they left with Papa Tunde.
Everyone else gathered around and watched as Nikole lifted the lid on the case.
Inside was a severed head of Mayor O'Connell, whose forehead had a magical symbol carved into it.
Nikole looked at her brother, unamused, "Well, I suppose we'll need a new mayor."
THE MIKAELSON COMPOUND
Nikole entered the room with Thierry on her tail. She looked at a shocked Diego and Marcel with a smile.
"Dearest brethren, your attention, please. No doubt, you're all surprised to see Thierry Vanchure, who's supposed to be rotting in the Garden for the crime of killing one of our own, and I personally decided to issue him with a pardon. I hope you'll all welcome home Thierry." She patted Thierry on the back before pushing him forward slightly.
