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❝ kill a demon today, face the devil tomorrow. ❞
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HUNTED GIRLS GROW SHELLS. They are called hard women. As if survival could ever be delicate. As if they haven't been chewing rocks for generations. As if they haven't been rebuilding their own bones for centuries.
"The Italians call them Strega. The Yoruba of West Africa call them Aje, meaning mother. Where my mother was from, they called them Hexa, and here we call them Witch." Elijah explained. "Over the centuries, vampires have fought them and fought beside them, bedded and burned them. Whether adversary or ally, they have been a force to be reckoned with. Their ancestral magic Anchors this city. There has never been one all-powerful witch until Davina."
"Who is now tucked in safe and sound down the hall," Klaus grinned.
"No thanks to you," Enola noted.
Klaus grimaced at the obvious dig. He clenched his jaw as he ignored the ache in his chest. He forced his eyes towards the ground where a broken portrait of Celeste was sprawled out. According to Marcel, Davina had spent a lot of time in the attic drawing Elijah's dead ex lover. The picture was supposed to be of some sort of greater evil.
"Your Celeste was quite beautiful," Klaus hummed. "And a portent of evil according to our volatile artist in residence."
"Yes. Perhaps Davina has mistaken what she calls evil for power." Elijah tried. "Celeste was certainly very powerful in her day, but she has been dead for over two hundred years. I don't understand why all these sketches now."
"Why does any witch do anything?" Klaus huffed. A loud crash from the room next door drew their attention. Davina and Marcel. "That is going well."
"If you were trying to win Davina's trust, maybe poisoning someone she loved wasn't the best idea." Enola pointed out
"Are there any more inopportune deaths you'd like to wave in my face?" Klaus scoffed.
"Give me a month," Enola chirped. "I'll get you a list."
"How long do you plan on punishing me for?" Klaus huffed.
"Just until you learn your lesson," Enola hummed. Another loud crash sounded.
"Young, old, dead, or alive—witches are a pain in the ass." Klaus sighed.
Enola nudged Klaus. He stood to his feet before hoisting her up with ease. Her pregnant belly made it difficult for her to stand on her own these days. She made her way over to the door with him hot on her heels. They passed Hayley on their way out of the room as they made their way over to where Davina was. They entered through the door only to be met with a vase at their heads. They immediately ducked out of the way, allowing the ceramic to shatter against the wall.
