LUCIFER ◆ N. Mikaelson

8 // Death Deal

"Let's go," Niklaus says standing up from his seat.

"No fucking way! You heard what he said. I have to go alone."

"He has Elijah!" Niklaus yells angrily, "He has my family!"

"I know that, Niklaus. Which is why I have to do this alone," a stray tear finds its way down my cheek, "So that you guys are all okay."

I wipe the tear and smile at him. I walk up to him and cup his face in my hands. Slowly his anger drifts away. I lean up to kiss him. It's filled with passion and lust, but I know what it means. It's a goodbye kiss. I know that whatever Carl wants I'll have to do in order to keep them safe. My family safe. Something big is going to happen soon, I can feel it. Quite literally. It's like my grace is being weakened. I haven't told anyone because I didn't want them to worry.

"I love you Niklaus, Always and Forever. Remember that," I say as I pull away.

"Why are you saying it like that?" Niklaus looks at me puzzeled and concerned.

Before he can do anything I use whatever remaining weakened version of my powers I have to make sure he stays in the grill. I walk out and he calls after me but I must focus on the problem at hand. Carl has Elijah tied up, he probably has Kol and Rebekah too. But why? That is the question on my mind the whole ride home. As I pull up into the drive way it hits me.

"You sly sun of a bitch," I say as I get out of the car.

I run to the front door seeing it covered in blood. I open the door in disgust and wipe off the blood on my pants. My mouth opens as I see a pentagram on the floor, drawn with what I presume is blood. In the middle of it is a dead body. Thankfully it's no one I know, but it's still terrible. Suddenly my eye catches Carl.

"What's this," I say giving him death glares.

He laughs, "It's an offering. For you. I thought I'd, you know, give you a last meal."

"Funny, I don't remember hiring you as my chef. Oh well, you're still fired," I say pulling out a dagger.

He waves his hand and the dagger flys out of mine, and into the wall. I stare at the dagger in surprise and horror, but remember that Carl is in the room and regain composure.

"Funny, you're weaker than I remember," Carl grins.

I use my power to break his arm. He screams in pain and holds his arm. I smirk at him thinking, 'who's weak now'. He snaps his arm back into place and glares at me.

"This whole time I've been looking for the Rogue Demon and he's been right under my nose."

"I was wondering how long it would take you to figure it out," Carl plastures the grin right back on his stupid little face.

"Honestly, I'm surprised. I didn't think you had it in you, Carl." I smirk knowing that hit a nerve.

This time he breaks my arm. I scream in pain, being weaker than usual. I was really wishing to kill this guy right about now. But not until I've tortued him for a few centuries first, of course. Once I get back to full power, it'll be like a walk in a park. I'll make him wish he were dead. That he had never crossed me or my family.

"Let's get down to business shall we?" Carl says starting to walk away.

I find myself being forced to follow him. I wince at the pain in my arm, it not fully healing yet. What was so important that it had to weaken my grace? Especially now of all times. Is this your doing Father? I think looking up. No, it wouldn't be him. He doesn't bother me anymore. I think he likes to pretend that I don't exist.