Daughter of Hades || Klaus and Kol Mikaelson

1492: The Beginning

Since this has been one of the most popular Prologues I've written, I'll give it to you now. It's mostly so I can continue prewriting this since I need the question at the end of the chapter answered... Please do so.

Enjoy,

Nick

Zara was standing by the wall of her older half-sister's room. It was no secret in the village that her mother – if you could call her that – had an affair with a rich stranger. Zara's mother and father treated her like dirt and even Katerina followed suit.

"A little more, dearest," their mother cooed at Katerina, wiping the sweat off the pregnant girl's forehead "A little more. Push... a little more." Katerina pushed and screamed loudly. Zara was about to slip out of the room when her step-father blocked her way. He ripped her around and made sure that she watched "It's a girl."

Katerina looked up at her mother with wide eyes "A girl. Please, mother, let me see her."

The man who was standing behind Zara, shoved past her, not acknowledging the fact that his younger daughter hit the wall with a dull thud "Woman, don't! What are you doing?"

"Let me at least hold her once..." Katerina pleaded "Just once."

"Forget it," the Petrova patriarch spat, turning around with the baby "You have disgraced this family."

Katerina started crying "Father, please! No, father, no!"

Zara chewed on her lip and looked after her step-father. She still remembered the incident where she accidentally ended up in the Underworld for the first time.

Flashback

"You little bastard," Zara's father shouted, raising his hand to hit the five-year-old girl as hard as he could. He hated the little bitch. She was the reminder that his wife jumped into bed with the first stranger that came to the village. It was just the cherry on top that they were saddled with the freak and the stranger vanished "I heard that you stole bread from the baker again. How dare you embarrass me like this?"

"Father," Zara pleaded "Stop. Please... Stop."

"You..." The man started hitting the crying girl and once she was on the floor, he grabbed the stick he had for punishing his daughters. Well, one daughter in particular. Zara had always gotten the worst of his temper...

Once Zara was alone, she started sobbing harshly, curling into a small ball. Her back and even part of her stomach were flaming in pain. It hadn't been the first time she got blamed for stealing some bread. She had stolen bread before but Zara was smart enough not to get caught. This time she got blamed for Katerina's attempt to steal.

"Who are you?" a really tall man exclaimed in Ancient Greek, seeing a little girl lying on the floor. Zara curled into a tighter ball. The man closed his eyes for a moment, breathing deeply to keep his temper in check. He wasn't particularly good at it but it seemed enough to sooth the child at least a little "My name is Hades. What's yours?"

"Zara," she whispered "Where am I?"

Hades blinked in surprise "You can speak Ancient Greek?"

"I can?" the five-year-old frowned.

The God of the Underworld focussed on the child on the floor of his throne room. Whoever her parent was – They had to have some kind of connection to the Underworld, otherwise, she wouldn't be able to come here. How it happened – he didn't know but that didn't mean that Hades wouldn't find out. Hades eyes opened wide in realization "That's impossible. Who is your mother?"