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Your fear
How do you define evil?
The truth is this, evil isn't born nor has been made. Once upon a time, good resisted within inside their own hearts, and almost as if they held a soul. They were your light to this madness of darkness, and until someone came, and snatched it away, and shaped them into what they are today. Your greatest fear.
Mikael had pulled out his cellphone, and dialed the one person who summoned him alive, and as the phone ranged he hid behind the shadows avoiding to be seen, "What is this game? Marcel Gerard?" Mikael had spat.
"I'd hold off on the attitude, and listen to my instructions." Marcel spat through the phone as Mikael rolled his eyes, "Fine! Spit it out Gerard." Mikael spat in annoyance.
"That house you are watching, and I best hope you are or I'll have Davina send you back the same way she brought you back–" Marcel kept talking as mikael spoke over," Yeah, Yeah. Spit it out already." Mikael said in annoyance.
"I have a girl who's like a daughter to me living there, and her name is Thena Salvatore. She's pregnant, and your son Klaus had messed up her mind, and I got this feeling he's not going to give up, and being pissed that he's not her soulmate. I'm afraid things could go down." Marcel began rambling as mikael looked confused.
"Soulmate? Who is this soulmate, and what did he do." Mikael spat.
"Thena Salvatore's soulmate is Kol Mikaelson. I know, but that's how the prophecy was made by your own wife, and Kol Mikaelson loves Thena, and I don't want anything going wrong with them because their love is passionate Mikael. I need your word that you'll protect them all. I'll send you a list of people to protect, but I need your word Thena Salvatore Mikaelson is your number one priority on keeping safe." Marcel said already getting nervous at the answer as Mikael sighed on the other line of the phone.
"You have my word Marcel." Mikael said about to hang up the phone.
"Thank you, and I'll see you in mystic falls in a couple months." Marcel said hanging up the phone.
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Chapter thirty Nine.
I know this chapter is short, and so I'll be nice, and work on the next chapter & it's going to be her third trimester.
