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| MOONLIGHT: CHAPTER ONE |
Ares Monroe had been dead for almost two centuries. Forced to live in a supernatural limbo that was quite frankly, enough to bore anyone into oblivion. It was the definition of hell. The loneliness was the worst thing for him, ever since he was a boy, he couldn't stand the feeling of loneliness— maybe it was to do with the fear he held deeply for his mother, bad things happened when she was around— maybe a small part of that young boy remained, petrified incase his mother might show up.
He'd grown used to the quiet, the cold, the darkness that took a hold on you whilst residing in the 'in between'. Which is why he was so confused when he could hear a faint voice, calling his name. Maybe he was bored, or maybe he'd finally gone crackers— but he headed in the direction the voice seemed to be coming from.
A bright white light seemed to hold the source of the voice, and Ares, being the type to take a few risks every now and then, didn't stop walking.
For a brief second, he thought maybe he had finally found peace, but he knew that to be a lie. Nothing had changed since he got here, he had no scores to settle and he hasn't said goodbye to his sister— peace was not on the cards for Ares Monroe.
Everything blurred around him, the dark, nightmare-ish reality he had gotten used to seemed to swirl into blurs of blacks and greys, and as he was about to question the odd scene, he blacked out.
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A loud gasp sounded in the tomb, a signal that the person had finally awakened, Esther smiled triumphantly.
Ares Monroe sat up, alive.
"What the?" He questioned upon inspection of the tomb, his eyes found the only person occupying it and they instantly narrowed, "Who the hell are you?"
"Ares Monroe, welcome back to the land of the living." He was confused, completely confused, some random woman had just bought him back to life? He took a double take, making sure she wasn't one of his many conquests whilst he was still alive but luckily, her face didn't ring any bells.
Warily, he stood, feeling woozy for a second or two. The woman didn't take her eyes off him, there was something about her that didn't sit right with him, at all.
"I'm going to ask you one more time, who the hell are you?"
The woman merely smiled, "Save your strength, you're going to be weak for a while." She busied herself with some ingredients for a spell, Ares guessed. He stormed over to the area she was working and took the blade out of her hand. A dark expression took over his features, he needed answers.
"Look, lady. I don't have time for games, simply tell me who you are and why you decided to bring dear 'ole me back into the land of the living." He demanded, his mind was a mess— surely this was some lucid dream, he couldn't be alive. Could he?
"Some call me the original witch, some of your friends called me their mother once upon a time, you'll probably know me by the name of Esther Mikaelson." Ares dropped the blade immediately, taking a step back from the woman instinctively, "Relax, child. I'm not going to harm you. You're a gift, to your sister. She did something for me and this is my thanks."
Ares glanced at the writing on the parchment in front of Esther, it looked as though she was prepping for a body jump spell and wondered what on earth his little sister was doing— doing this maniacs bidding.
"So I can go?" He asked slowly, Esther nodded. He went to leave before she called his name, he glanced back at the woman, still in shock that this was Esther Mikaelson.
"Please inform Niklaus that I require his brothers back, safely." Ares nodded stiffly before leaving that creepy tomb as quickly as humanly possible.
Once he was outside the cemetery, he took a moment to look at his surroundings, he was in New Orleans. He took a deep breath, the fresh air something he had missed, he felt as though his lungs were thanking him for the fresher air, not full of darkness and well, death. The bright, beautiful colours around him from a variety of different things, market stalls and shops and the beautiful buildings that filled the French Quarter. People were bustling through the city. Ares had never been so happy to see so many humans.
A brilliant grin took over the witch's features, before whispering gleefully to himself,
"I'm alive."
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So this was super short, but I always suck at first chapters— they're the bane of my life. Hope you enjoyed it! -Meg ✨
