Morgana paced in front of the table. The remains of failed spells were scattered across it. They'd been trying all night to find something to kill Lucien with no such luck.
The Ancestors had caused that earthquake. It unsettled her. They shouldn't have that much power, shouldn't use it to lord it over the witches who only want to please them so they can survive. The question was why did they cause the earthquake. She had a feeling they would find out sooner rather than later.
Vincent covered Aurora's head back up as Freya came down the stairs.
"Good news," he said. "I think I found a spell that'll draw together all the serum that Aurora took. Now, it's gonna take a little while, but if I can concentrate it in her heart, we can extract it with this." He held up a syringe. "Destroy it and make sure we ain't got no more of these unkillable monsters on our hands."
"That's a relief," Morgana breathed.
"In the meantime, I think I may have found a way to kill Lucien," Freya replied. "Now my mother once tried to end my siblings by reversing the Original Vampire spell, and according to her grimoire only the witch who cast the spell could undo it."
"So since Vincent created the serum, he can flip Lucien's Beast Mode switch off and we can kill him," Morgana guessed.
Freya nodded. Vincent shook his head. "It wasn't my power that cast that spell. The Ancestors used me as a conduit for some ugly magic that only the spirits have access to. I'm sorry, but nobody alive can tap into that."
The girls' faces fell. His phone rang, and he pulled it out. "Marcel's been blowing up my phone. All right, I'll be back."
Morgana nodded, and he left. She picked up a book and began searching through it. Elijah entered.
"Something the matter?" He asked.
"I need a strand of your hair," Freya replied. "I'm working on an early warning system. Lucien has all the Ancestors in New Orleans on his side. I need to know if they try to magically interfere with any of you."
"Freya, when we said 'no rest for the wicked', I certainly didn't expect you to--"
"I'm up against centuries of dead witches who are apparently now strong enough to reach beyond the grave and shake the entire city on its foundation," she cut him off. "I'll rest once I've sent them all running back to hell."
Morgana smirked.
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She swore she was not going to survive much longer. The Ancestors had caused Kol to kill Davina. If they consecrated her, she'd be stuck in the Ancestral Well, and God only knew what they would do to her. But if they didn't consecrate her, they couldn't save her.
"If we draw Davina's spirit into a circle, the Ancestors won't be able to touch her," Morgana said. "That should buy us enough to time to find a way to resurrect her, but we'll need to channel an Original to sustain the spell."
"Take me," Kol insisted. "Put me down for all I care if it keeps her safe."
"No," Freya replied. "You've been marred by the Ancestors magic, so Klaus, Elijah--rock paper scissors."
The candles on the table flared.
"That can't be good," Elijah said.
"My early warning system," Freya breathed. "I think a New Orleans witch is trying to meddle with one of you."
"Lucien has the new Regent at his beck and call," Klaus said. "It's me he's coming after."
Rebekah's portrait on the wall caught fire. Morgana's stomach flipped. "He's going for Rebekah."
