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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Sat on the throne of Hell, the hooded figure had their wrists strapped on either side as they struggled to free themselves. They grunted as they pulled on the restraints but it was no use. "Accept your fate and you'll be free from your restraints." The Ferry Man's voice spoke in the hooded figure's mind. The hooded figure shook their head, continuing to tug on the restraints. They panted as they looked down at the endless, winding passage ways full of different torture rooms and demons. "Let me go. I didn't agree to this." The hooded figure grunted, tugging on the restraints but they wouldn't budge.
On their neck, three fresh claw marks were present, blood dripping from the open wounds. An insurance policy is what they were told. A way to know where they were at all times. They say the scratch of a Hellhound marks your soul. That's how they know where to find you when your contract is up before dragging you down to Hell. That's if you ever make a deal. Once you're marked by one of the hounds, you'll never be able to hide ever again. The hooded figure winced as they felt the deep scratches begin to heal slowly before leaving three scars in their place.
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Salvatore Boarding School
The squad were currently sat in the gym, trying to figure out how to gain inspiration from Cleo on how to stop Malivore. They had tried different ways of activating Cleo's muse abilities but nothing had worked yet. Currently, they were trying meditation. "Focus on your breathing. Relax. Just let the inspiration flow out of you." Alaric told Cleo in a calm voice. Cleo opened her eyes, looking around at the group.
"Did it work?" Cleo asked. "I mean, I don't want to speak for the rest of the group, but I feel the exact same. So..." Hope answered as Landon stood up, approaching a large blackboard. "No for nine then." Landon said, crossing off their ninth idea on the board. "Good thing it's a big board. What's next?" Aaron spoke up as he, along with Hope stood up.
"Perhaps muses cannot choose whom they inspire. Or I am terrible at being one. Either way, we should stop. This is not working." Cleo told the group. "When we find a way to activate your powers-" Hope said. "If." Cleo interrupted. "When. You will inspire us to have something that we've never had in our fight against Malivore. An advantage." Hope told Cleo.
