You Never Know

Day One

Chapter 1

In another world, in a different time there was a version of Hopes story that isnt truly of her, where she is all the bad in her father.

"You think I'd really be scared of you?" The auburnette scoffed holding a knife to the Witches throat. "Nothing can kill me, I have nothing to be afraid of, especially not a basic witch like you"

The woman shook her head with disappointment. "We'll never stop coming for you Hope Mikaelson, you were never suppose to exist. Not in this plain, not ever."

She smiled menacingly before slicing the womans throat. "I'm tired of people telling me the same stuff" She sighed, throwing her knife to the side and taking the womans seat she formally sat at before Hope happily slashed her throat. "It's always the same thing, you were never meant to be born. You're a mistake—blah blah blah, Its out dated" She took a sip of the woman's drink, looking down to her body that dripped blood into the pool. "You'd think you would be more understanding since you've spelled yourself to look younger" She shrugged, taking a stand over the ladies body. "If anything, I'd say you weren't meant to be here. Look at that ! I fixed one problem."

She walked off, pausing before entering the womans house. "Would you mind if I went through your stuff?" She asked, looking down at the womans lifeless body. "I guess thats a no" She slowly took a step in to the womans house, a part of her wasnt sure if she'd be able to enter it. She walked throughout the modern building, looking through drawers and cabinets.

"If I was a very old paranoid witch, where would I hide my most valuable items?" She hummed, looking around. She waved her hand across the house, something in her mind had told her that what she was hiding had something to do with magic.

A small door appeared on the floor, Hope crooked her head to the side. "that's definitely enigmatic" She opened the door, instantly swung back by the force of what was inside. She whipped her hair to the side, looking up to what was crawling from below.

A man appeared, almost god like. He glanced around the room before his blue eyes landed on her. His figure was bulky, tall. His face was shaved with hair that seemed as if it was gelled back. "Who are you" He asked in a deep tone, he had an accent that you could only describe as Irish; paired with a deep voice that you could only call god-like.

"Who are you?" She asked back. "I am Vulture, God to the Underworld"

She stood from her spot of the floor "So you're Satan?"

"No, I am The God Of The Underworld" He repeated in a metallic tone. "I heard you the first time" She groaned, pushing her hair to the side. "Was it you who's freed me from my Prison?" He asked, following behind her as she left the room. "Depends" She paused, looking back at the man. "If I so had to...would I gain something from it or would you just continue to nag me?"

"I would be proud to deem you my Queen Of The Underworld, I will work alongside yo—"

"No, thank you. I like my world much better" She began to walk off again, shutting the door behind her. He appeared before her once again, his face had changed tho, he was angry. "You dare to disrespect a god?"

"A god who was imprisoned by a mere mortal? Sure I'd take my chances"

He growled, his body began to shape-shift in to something hideous, worse than Lucifer. His eyes disappeared from his sockets, leaving darkness behind them. His face grew red and burnt with hints of black throughout it, his teeth turned sharp as if he had grown the teeth of a Shark. Hopes face scrunched up in disgust. "I think I liked your other form better"

He shot her with a black fog, her body was sent back through the modern building that the dead witch called home. She groaned, brushing the debree from off of her. "That actually hurt" She frowned, watching the man—demon? Stand before her. "I will make you pay for this treachery !" He shouted, grabbing hold of her head. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as he flooded her memories. Her body appeared before him. "How are you doing this?" He asked, noticing the block he had from her memories.