LUCIFER ◆ N. Mikaelson

23 // Tara's Groceries

"Tara Blackwood." Gabriel greets, kissing her hand.

"Gabriel," She retorts, curtsying.

I remind her that he's not the reason she's here, "Tara."

"Luci!" She smiles and runs over to hug me.

"The crown suits you," I say while snuggled into her shoulder.

"I thought so! Now, time to bring back your pretty boyfriend, I presume?" She rubs her hands together.

My head nods, softly smiling. No more time would keep us apart. Finally, I'll get to see him again—run into his arms and grip him tight, kiss him for all the times I didn't get to—and tell him how sorry I am that I couldn't get to him sooner.

"Great. Well, I'll need a few things for the spell. Necromancy's not as easy as you'd think, dear." She grins while laughing, patting down her dress.

An eyebrow raises, "You seemed to bring back Gabriel no problem. And yourself, I mean, how are you still here? Last I heard you had either died, or run off into a cave and gone mad. So many rumours. . ."

Tara rolls her eyes. "I'm clearly not dead, and I'm not madder than usual. The coven surely did love to speak. Part of why I left." She looks off, lost in thought.

When a moments passes and she pulls herself together, she smiles brightly. But it's a forced and sad smile, as if comforting someone who should be doing the comforting. She never would tell you when she was sad, only when she was angry with you. I make note of the fact that she doesn't fully answer my question.

"But anyways. Here's a list of ingredients." Tara makes a paper appear and passes it to Gabriel.

He eyes it down, nodding and Mmhmming as he reads the list.

"Uh, what the hell, Tara?" Gabriel murmurs, squinting his eyes at her.

Kol grabs the paper from him and looks at it. He's probably looking for human sacrifices or something else just as sinister. I wouldn't be surprised, with the magnitude of the spell. Gabriel crosses his arms, while Tara looks innocently at him.

"We're not doing your grocery list, get your own damn liquor."

She bats her eyelashes, "Oh come on Gabes. A witch needs her hydration. How else will I do the spell, if I don't have my strength?"

I fetch the list from Kol. Scanning the list, I make a table appear with all sorts of expensive liquors. She eyes it like a kid in a candy shop.

"Phoenix Feather, Divine Bitterweed, Angel Feather, Vampire Fang, Werewolf Fur, Hell Fire, Tears of Heaven, Reaper Bean. Where are we going to get all this?" My head turns up to question her.

Gabriel points between us, "Angel Feather," He gestures at Kol, Elijah, and Rebekah, "Vampire Fang. And I'm willing to bet you know a Werewolf or two around town, huh, blondie?"

Rebekah sneers, "It's Rebekah. And yes, actually. I do know of a Werewolf around town."

"Yeah, Tyler. But the full moon isn't for a few weeks. How are we gonna get Werewolf Fur?" Kol tilts his head.

Of course the moon would get in our way. Luckily, we don't need to wait that long for a full moon. I can't control the moon phases, but I can forcefully turn a Werewolf anytime. So can Gabriel, so he and Rebekah can go get the Werewolf Fur. With the long list of ingredients, it's best if we all split up to collect them. We'll get the spell finished faster that way.

Gabriel rubs his hands together, "You leave that to me. I know a few tricks."

"Alright, you and Rebekah go get the Werewolf Fur. I'll provide the Angel Feather and the Hell Fire. Elijah, Divine Bitterweed. And Kol, you can help me figure out whatever the hell Tears of Heaven are." I squint down at the list another time.