Aaron Salvatore and Hope Mikaelson. They were a force that should never be challenged. They were the best of friends since their dads were best friends. After Hope's dad died, Hope pushed everyone away. Except Aaron.
All Aaron had wanted was to fol...
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In the darker depths of Hell, the hooded figure was wondering around, trying to get a lay of the land. They were trying to create a mental map of the whole ring. They were in charge of the first eleven rings whilst Katherine was in charge of the 12th ring. Where she resided and where she ran Hell. It's also where the kingdom of Hell was housed and where most demons lived. The hooded figure was mapping out the passage ways when they heard grunting from around the corner.
They looked around to see a demon punching and kicking a creature. It wasn't a demon. It was something else entirely. "Hey! Get away!" The hooded figure shouted. The demon looked at the hooded figure before quickly rushing away. The hooded figure approached the creature and crouched down next to it. "Are you okay?" They asked the creature. "How did you do that?" The creature asked. The hooded figure shrugged. "I'm her boss. I can tell her to do anything I want her to do." The hooded figure answered.
"What are you?" The creature asked. The hooded figure held their hand over the creature's wounds. "I'm a lot of things. Sometimes it can be a good thing but most of the time it's a a pain in the ass." The hooded figure spoke as the creature's wounds began to heal quickly. "I used to be the delivery boy for Hell. Sending souls down here all the time. But now I have to watch over those souls being tortured." The hooded figure informed the creature.
"Why?" The creature asked. "I made a deal with the wrong person. But for the right reason. Love." The hooded figure told them. The creature huffed a little at the answer. The hooded figure then examined the creature closely. They were tall. Large horns sprouting from their head. Grey skin. Sharp talons. "What are you exactly?" The hooded figure asked. The creature sighed. "I'm a familiar spirit." The creature told them. "A familiar spirit? I thought you were all wiped out?" The hooded figure asked.
The familiar spirit shrugged lazily. "I'm the last one. Some demons took me in and raised me. For creatures with no souls, they're a lot better at raising children than some parents." The familiar spirit answered. "Do you have a name? I've just been calling you creature in my head." The hooded figure admitted. The familiar spirit nodded. "My name is Riven." The familiar spirit, Riven, answered. "So, Riven, if you're a familiar spirit that hasn't taken on the form of an animal, does that mean you haven't found a witch or warlock that will take you in?" The hooded figure asked curiously.
Riven sighed, scratching their head. "It's a little hard when you can't leave Hell." Riven said. "What if I took you in?" The hooded figure asked. Riven looked at them surprised. "What?" He asked. "I could use the company. I've been alone for a long time." The hooded figure said softly. Riven thought for a moment before nodding. "I'd like that." Riven said. He smiled happily before his bones began to break. "What's happening?" The hooded figure asked worried.
"Give me a minute." Riven grunted out before he transformed into a cat. The hooded figure took in Riven's new form. Soft, obsidian black fur. One green eye and one purple eye. White collar resting around his neck with his name sewn into the collar with black thread. "Riven?" The hooded figure asked. Riven meowed and the hooded figure sighed in relief. "You're ok. Thank god." The hooded figure said. He then looked back at Riven with furrowed brows. "How did I just understand you?" They asked.
