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ɪɴғᴇʀɴᴀʟ ʀᴇᴀʟᴍ, ʀᴏʀᴀʟ ᴘᴀʟᴀᴄᴇ, ᴛʜɪʀᴛʏ ᴡᴇᴇᴋs ʟᴀᴛᴇʀ.
If Alvaro said that he hadn't enjoyed the summer. Then he would truly be lying. He and Morgana had been having the time of their lives. Touring the Nine Circles. Spending time with the Morningstars (occasionally including Caliban,) and popping up on earth now and then.
It had been blissful. Although that didn't stop the meetings and trade from continuing. And the lavish parties from being thrown. Especially after the royal pair announced Hell would be getting a heir, very soon.
Speaking of heirs, Morgana's baby bumb was definitely more noticeable. And Alvaro found what they say about pregnant women was in fact ture. He found himself desiring Morgana even more than before.
And despite feeling and thinking herself to be the size of a balloon, Morgana had been striving to remain independent because of both the Mikaelson's and Lucifer's attempts to wait on her. Lucifer, it seemed, had gone into extreme protective father mode during the course of his daughter's pregnancy.
Ambrose sent the couple postcards from the cities he and the girls visited over the last three months (earth time) and Elijah had gone quiet. But all was well, down below. Alvaro and Morgana laughed to one another as they packed a backpack. The summer was almost over, but that didn't stop them from trying to have one last get-away for a while. There was a knock at the door.
"Enter." Morgana called over her shoulder stuffing a book into her bag. Caliban strided in causally, eyeing the bags on the table "I'd rethink your ideas of travel, your majesties."
"And why would that be?" Morgana inquired with a raised eyebrow as the pair looked at the blonde questionably.
Caliban released a sigh with a undertone of dread before glancing between the Mikaelson and Morningstar duo "There's something you need to see. Or rather hear."
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ᴍᴏʀᴛᴀʟ ʀᴇᴀʟᴍ. ᴛʜᴇ ᴀʙᴀᴛᴛᴏɪʀ, ɴᴇᴡ ᴏʀʟᴇᴀɴs, ɴᴏᴡ.
Klaus followed Marcel along the balcony observing the nightlife below, listening as the younger vampire spoke "The city of New Orleans. People of all strips and flavours from all over the country come here to party on our streets. Some are looking for something a little darker. More dangerous. So, we invite them into my home and give it to them. Then, at the stroke of midnight, everything changes. It's time to feed."
The two stopped as the screams began and the vampires started to feed from the humans below. Klaus rested the palm of his hands on the railing as he and Marcel watched.
The dark skinned male looked at his sire "This is how I keep my guys happy. The occasional all-you-can-eat buffet. My nightwalkers love it." He smiled proudly "Got 'em working hard, trying to earn one of these daylight rings." Klaus observed as Marcel showed off his ring "They deserve to blow off a little steam. My daywalkers, the trusted few? They just like to party."
