Every King Needs A Queen / Book Three / Daring Spell Series / The Originals

The Devil Comes Here and Sighs

Davina and I thought  that it was a good idea for Kol to stay in St. James Infirmary so that magic wouldn't effect him, and the Ancestors couldn't get to him. We were sitting at a table.

I poured us each a glass of scotch, looking at Kol. "Try to remember. Your spirit was trapped with the Ancestors. Did they say anything?"

"Yeah, well, it's hard to recall what anyone is saying when there's a boot in your face," Kol told us.

"Imagine when Davina brought you back," I told him. "Did you hear voices? Spells? Chants? I don't know, a threat?"

"There wasn't any talk, all right?" Kol asked. "They hate me because I'm a Mikaelson."

Davina sighed in frustration. "What's the point of these questions?"

I sighed grimly. "The Ancestors made a deal with Lucien. That's an act of war. And now, they're coming after Kol." Kol sighed, lacing his fingers together, leaning his chin against them. Davina looked stunned by this news. "If I knew why, then maybe I could convince them that there's a better way. Maybe I could talk some sense into them."

Kol scoffed. "You make them sound like they're a committee of a sort. Reasonable people."

"The dead were once the living," I told them. "All the living really want to do is avoid trouble and protect their own." Kol sighed, knowing that I was right on that point. I looked at Davina, both of us overwhelmed, sighing. "I remember coming to Music Days when I was a kid. I--I remember all the covens gathering together. And no matter what your problem was with somebody else, well that one day, it was all good. And you could feel the presence of all those that came before. You could feel them watching. Peaceful." Davina smiled as if she had similar memories of the festival. "Now, every since vampires took over this city, those same spirits have been restless." Kol rolled his eyes slightly. "And the covens will never know peace with the Mikaelsons living here. Now, my guess is the Ancestors see Lucien as a weapon. Use him on vampires, right? Use him on the family that begot them. And, if we're gonna stop that, somebody's gotta convince the Ancestors there's a better way."

I stood.

Kol stood to face me. "You have helped my family a lot in the past, Auria. Why continue to help us if it only makes your Ancestors even more angry with you?"

"This isn't about you," I told him. "It's about Davina." I sighed. "I look after her like my own daughter, and I will help her with anything, including her Mikaelson vampire boyfriend, even if it means going against the Ancestors and making them turn against me, if that's what makes her happy."

Kol was surprised.

Davina was touched.

I smiled a small smile, walking out, leaving.

~~~

I was at the cemetery, in the lycee, trying to contact the Ancestors. "All right. I know you're listening to me. You wanted me to be the Regent of the nine covens. You believed that I could lead our people. But how am I supposed to be a leader when you keep jerking me around like I'm a damn puppet or something? I need you to talk to me."

A teenage boy witch walked in. "They won't answer you."

I sighed. "Van Nguyen. All grown up, I see. Not that it matters, man. This doesn't have nothing to do with you."

"Actually, it does," Van told me. "The Ancestors want you out."

I scoffed. "Oh, so you speak for the Ancestors now? Why don't you ask the Ancestors why they trust Lucien Castle, a vampire who's done nothing but lie and kill ever since he stepped foot in New Orleans?"