Secrecy (Hosie)

Part 67: Dive

Note: Make sure you read through the end, very important developments in this chapter.

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Hope storms into the basement, angrily sifting through some herbs in the cabinet, and finally finding the ones she was looking for.

The key ingredient to her dark magic spell.

She grabs the jar before going directly to the Necromancer's cell, with him smirking at her from his seat.

He soaks up the pain and hatred in her burning glare.

"I've been expecting you, Tribrid. You have a powerful aura of death surrounding you. It's very pleasant, really."

She ignores his comment, "Tell me everything you know about Malivore."

His smirk never leaves his mouth as he lets out a demonic chuckle, and it only fuels her rage.

"I know that you're the key to his demise."

"Why do you care about killing him? You're free from him now. You escaped."

The pride leaves the monster's expression for the first time, quickly replaced by anger, "He ruined me! I used to be feared! I ruled over the lost souls of the damned! He erased my entire existence and banished me to endless darkness!...And he will be punished."

"By killing me, yeah I got it. Same thing as every single monster who came before you. Only they all attacked me. Why are you targeting everyone else?"

The same look of pride returns to his face, "You would've been wise to heed the pleas of the other monsters who came before, but they didn't know what makes the Tribrid tick...I do, and I will make your loved ones suffer. You won't ignore my demands, Mikaelson. If I have to rip them from you, one-by-one, break you from the inside out until you accept your fate, that's what I'll do."

Hope's eyes glow as she slams open the cage door, going to grip the monster's throat, "You'll never get the chance to hurt them again."

The Necromancer struggles to breathe, but he manages to make the Tribrid hesitate with one simple statement, gasping for any air between words, "You've—got your father's temper."

He laughs manically as her grip loosens.

"You knew my father."

"He's been great for business over the years."

Hope tries to push burning questions about her father aside, focusing on the reason she's here, "Why couldn't Raf remember how he—what happened to him?"

"I presume it's his subconscious protecting him from the truth. It isn't uncommon in my line of work."

"But theoretically, that memory still exists?"

He smirks again, "Well, not anymore."

She grips his throat tightly before letting go all together.

She's got an idea of how to get more answers from this monster, since he isn't entirely forthcoming with the things he knows.

She opens the jar of herbs, stepping behind the Necromancer as she grabs some of the crushed leaves with her hands, starting her dark spell.

"You want to take a walk through my subconscious? At your own peril my dear, have at it."

At the same time, Hope hears the door at the top of the staircase open, pairs of footsteps running down them.