The noble stag's facade is shattered. And the demon behind the Red Door is free.
Taking his brother's life should've been Elijah's worst sin. It's clear that redemption is an illusion. All that remains is surviving the supernatural hordes that wish...
The somber atmosphere within the dimly lit St Anne's church weighs heavily on the hearts of those gathered. Keeping true to its rumors of being cursed and stained with demonic touch, the sanctity of the cathedral was made null and void by the fact it housed the worst monster to ever roam the earth.
Elijah stared inflinchingly at the crucifix. No seraphic angel had come down from the heavens to smite him for his many, many sins. If there was a benevolent all powerful Creator, why did He let his kind commit atrocities for centuries? To sentence them to the fiery pits of desolation after they meet their true death? Is that where he and Niklaus are fated to spend eternity? Together, for they have been together since his brother opened his bright blue eyes.
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Surely there is more than the Other Side, the Ancestral Well and every purgatory witch realm in between. Perhaps, not the biblical hellscape necessarily, but a close enough equivalent. Otherwise, what's the reason for treading a virtous path? Or is that a false question in of itself? Good deeds should be done in the earthly plane, because there is nothing following it.
The Originals only ever answered to each other. Niklaus committed both matricide and patricide fairly easily. Did their family inherit some predisposed predilection for kinslaying?
The ancient immortal was trapped between both worlds as a child. Mikael was a proud pagan, just like his father and grandfather before him. He carved the emblem of the Norse deities into their weapons. Prayed for strength from Thor, and a good harvest from Frigg.
Esther was a Christian convert. Perhaps the irony of a witch, rumored to be the most dangerous servant of the Devil, actually believing in God was lost on her. His parents somehow made peace with their opposing faiths, considering he and Rebekah's decidedly not viking names.
All it took to reach the gates of Valhalla was to die well, with a weapon in hand and acts of bravery on the battlefield. Morality was inconsequential beyond that basic premise. He doesn't think even his most avid enemies can truly call him spineless or pathetic in the face of danger. But surely they all wish for him to meet his just deserves one day. If inferno was off the table, then what could prove a fitting pusinhemt for a melliniuem of savage unapologetic dominance?
Rebekah squeezed his hand and he shut off his screaming thoughts of condemnation. Hayley and Cami stand to his left, their expressions a mix of grief and confusion, whilst Kieran O'Connell stood next to the coffins of Niklaus and Marcellus. Their was surely a symbolic symmetry in that. Father and son laid to rest side by side, though their faces looked away from one other. It reminded him of the statue of the Greek god Janus, gazing at the future and the past.
Did the holy man consider holding a service here sacrilegious?
It was an intimate gathering. Too intimate. The sanctuary was declared off limits for the private occasion. He wonders who would appear to pay their respects. The Mikaelsons inspired both fear and awe, largely due to their reputation of invincibility. No longer. Crows would swarm to feast on their husks soon enough.
