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❝ i see you've met jackson. ❞
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PAPA TUNDE WAS DEAD. They had woken up that morning only to discover his corpse in the courtyard. He had disappeared after the fight last night. They had been expecting to hear from him soon. Whoever left him there knew exactly what they were doing; sending a message. Though why they would use one of their own people was still a mystery.
Life is short and the world is at least half terrible, and for every kind stranger, there is one who will break you. Though Enola would be there to keep it from her children. She is trying to sell them the world. Any decent realtor walking through a real shithole chirps on about good bones: this place could be beautiful, right? She could make this place beautiful. If not for herself, then for her kids. She didn't want them waking up to stuff like this every other day.
"Can I get you anything, brother?" Klaus sarcastically chirped. "A magnifying glass, a pipe perhaps?"
"Do you have a theory that you'd like to share with us, Niklaus?" Elijah scowled.
"Back in the day, when the witches wanted to send a threat, they'd kill a chicken and leave it on your doorstep." Marcel said.
"Well, this is a pretty big chicken." Enola noted.
"Papa Tunde defeated Rebekah with ease, almost got the two of us as well." Klaus pointed out, glancing to Marcel. "If he was supposed to be their prized fighter, why leave him dead in our front yard?"
"Well, don't you all look cheery." Rebekah teased, entering the compound. "Listen to this; a girl literally exploded from a grave today as Sabine was giving her tour of the city of the dead." She paused for dramatic effect. "It was Monique Deveraux."
"What?" Klaus gaped.
"That can't be a coincidence," Enola said.
"The tourists thought it was all part of the show, but the witches are celebrating like it's some kind of bloody miracle." Rebekah continued.
"Maybe it is," Marcel shrugged, a gleam of hope glowing in his eyes. "They think all hope is lost, but now suddenly a harvest girl is resurrected. This is how we're going to get Davina back—kill the witch who took her place."
"I have a theory about who one of them could be," Hayley spoke up from the balcony. Everyone looked up just as she raised the portrait Davina had spent her time in the attic drawing. "Celeste. I mean, it's got to be. Davina was trying to tell us. She was drawing pictures of Celeste. She was warning us that a great evil was coming."
