Lights Flicker And Fade : Kol Mikaelson [3]

287: Time Is A Circle

a/n: Take a shot every time there's a '...' '-' or italics.

I pinkie promise the plot's picking up post this chapter, hopefully the Mikaelson convos feel relevant, not repetitive lol

Also hopefully the plot in NOLA make sense? I've jumped some episode Marcel-Vin bits as would've been same as show, just with Sam

Remember to comment and vote, I'm back in my writing era woooo, like, there will not be a break this long again

Love you all, Bea xx

~***~

Marie wasn't the only face MJ had seen as the life-blood stone ripped her to pieces. She'd started there, then she'd seen Lillian, then, she'd looked up, a lady with wrinkled eyes, screaming in misery, as she stabbed down.

"I proved that my lineage was not the corrosive element," Marie lifted her chin, "I turned, free of that spirit, and that is why the ancestors accepted me."

The girl.

"The Nwa picked me."

MJ had seen a ghost girl, from St James, and watched as a knife swung down.

"As long as she is buried, they are free – as long as they are clean, they are free," Marie hit her nail against the cup, letting it ring, "As long as the ancestral realm was in place, our power kept her at bay, but now?"

MJ groaned, "If they'd just told me!"

"This is not you," Marie tilted her head to the side, "They may blame you, but I see the truth."

For a moment, there was a glow behind those bloody eyelids.

"We were already failing," She seemed disgusted, "The Harvest was never enough – the realm was never enough, that was why we needed you."

Alarm bells went off in MJ's head.

"This power will eat away at the living; find its way back to its servants," Marie did not sugar-coat, "It drips in with every act of hate."

Something that only seemed more prevalent.

"And once it's creatures' finish their quest to gift it a new body, it will decimate everything it touches."

"So," MJ shifted her chair back, "We destroy it while it's still a spirit."

"It is not just strong because it is ancient," Marie stressed, "It is strong because the very existence of life creates pain, and in that pain it festers."

MJ tried to do the maths.

The point Marie was making was that this wasn't some Silas situation, not a man on a singular self-serving quest...but if this wasn't just mythos? If this power was some sentient of all living hatred? That wasn't just a thousand years of history to crack, it was pure emotion. Pure hatred. Was the answer the power of love?

Holy Superman!

MJ wasn't sure they'd get so lucky, especially with the giveaway phrase Marie had let slip.

"As long as the magic exists in the soil, she will never die."

MJ wanted to ask how they knew it was a woman?

"No matter how much blood we spill in our name, no matter how many sacrifices we make," Marie's breath quickened, "Do you realise what we have been going through?"

MJ's lips pursed.

"We were promised paradise, but the only way to protect the living, was to drive ourselves mad."