From Eden || Elijah Mikaelson

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄

𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞 ⧿ 𝟏𝟖𝟔𝟖, 𝐄𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝

Ophelia Beaumont was no stranger to agony. Though her heart was filled with kindness and love, her life was filled with death and pain. But for one small moment, she obliviously believed she had found peace. Obliviously believed that the pain was finally over. But she was very much wrong.

With the rare English sun beaming down on them Elijah Mikaelson and Ophelia Beaumont strolled arm in arm within the gardens of his family's estate. Flowers of every colour smiling up at them. Her royal blue dress brushing against the vibrant green grass. Her head tipped back as her laughter filled the air.

When Elijah stopped them in place she began to worry, worry that something was wrong, that the other shoe was about to drop. His eyes stared deep into hers as if he were staring into her soul.

"Come with me," he practically begged her. "With us, with my family. When we next leave, I want you with us, with me. Please."

Her mouth parted in surprise, yet she could feel the joy bubbling within her. But then it all came crashing down. A ghost of a figure floating in the trees just out of the corner of her eye. A figure she knew all too well. Looming over her happiness as the moon does the tides.

Pushing the melancholy re-entering her soul down she gave him an answer that sounded like music to both their ears. "I would love nothing more". 

Taking her hands from his she smiled up at him with as much comfort she could bear. Not wanting to scare away one of the few people to ever bring her joy and comfort. Asking him to give her a moment she gave him a kiss on the cheek before walking away.

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With every step further away from the estate she took another ounce of fear and melancholy filled her soul right down to her core. For it was not a ghost that she had seen but rather her very own bogeyman or more accurately bogeywoman. A sadistic being who found joy in Ophelia's pain, in her tears, and her suffering.

"You look so happy with him," A dark voice whispered, the very sound rivalled with thunder itself with the power it held. "It is just such a shame that will have to end."

Dark shadows wrapped around her torso like a shawl. With a stray shadow caressing her cheek like Elijah had done not too long ago. Her eyes clamped shut revolted at the sensation of the shadows, her hands clenched in fists at her sides. Her body silently shaking in both fear and resentment.

"Reveal yourself Lilith," Ophelia commanded trying with all her might to keep her voice strong. "Enough of these games."

As if she weren't a solid being all the shadows that once caressed Ophelia's skin flew from her body and materialised into the being herself. Standing tall with her head held high. She exhumed power as if she were made of it. Her hair red like the fires of hell and her green eyes held something so dark it competed with the night sky itself. She didn't look truly human, though she took the form of one, it was the way she held herself. The clothes she wore, the red skin-tight shirt that looked almost like a second skin, and her matching red skirt that looked as if it were made of bloody rose petals. She looked like hell exteriorized.

Her very presence caused terror to appear in Ophelia's eyes, the windows to her soul.

"You forget your duty to me", Lilith seethed anger and irritation radiating off of her. Taking menacing steps towards her. "Don't forget what I'm capable of, what I've been capable of in the past."

"How could I forget," Ophelia responded her voice hollow and devoid of any emotion. The happiness and warmth in her heart she felt not too long ago had long since faded.

"They distract you, especially the one I saw you with in the garden."

"They distract me from nothing." She insisted, using every bit of strength she had. "You should know better by now that I will never give you what you want." 

Lilith smirked, the power radiating off her so menacingly evil it rivalled the devil himself. "We shall see..."

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Her heart beat out her chest as she ran pushing her legs to run as fast as they could. Dread filling her bones with every step she took. Eyes darting around her like a muddy paranoid beast.

Large doors stood firm in front of her, appearing taller with every second she stood there waiting. The grand Mikaelson estate stood ominous and menacing. With a deep breath, she knocked on the door praying with all her might that Lilith was only bluffing. Time seemed to slow with every second that ticked by feeling similar to a year.

With a creak, the large oak door opened revealing the man who had expressed his love to her not long ago. But as she looked at him at that moment, she could no longer see the love and care in his eyes, only perplexity and apprehension.

"Elijah," she breathed, taking a step forward only for him to take a step back. Dread clouded her mind. "Elijah?"

"I'm sorry," he apologised tilting his head in confusion. "Have we met before?"

The pain that one question caused felt as if she had been stabbed in the heart over and over until she was just a heap of blood and guts on the floor. He was the other half of her soul. But now he didn't remember her, her soul had forgotten her. Not having enough strength to respond she turned and ran.

Lilith truly hadn't been bluffing, everyone who had known her previous to that day had forgotten her existence entirely.

A/N: AHHHH! THE FIRST PART IS OUT. PLEASE MAKE SURE TO VOTE AND COMMENT.