For All My Love And Rage |Originals AU

8. The Devil: Your Savior And Father

A/N: VERY IMPORTANT! I use the same backstory for Mikael in all my books. It's not cannon, and in it I changed Hollow's backstory to make it possible for her to be his (Mikael's) mother. I'm not sure if I mentioned that before in this book, but that's it.

I'll soon post a book about that backstory. A short version of it, that explains everything. If you have any questions about that, feel free to ask. But I'm hoping to be able to link that story to this one (at least on ao3, for other places I'll have to manage something else.

I have a personal head cannon about that (lol). Basically, all my fics are different what ifs" not directly to the shows, but to that backstory I created... So yeah. This is basically me admitting I'm unable to write Mikael as cannon (but the rest is almost always pretty much the same as cannon)

ALSO, i didn't use the software I usually use to edit this. So there might be some typos.

Either way, please enjoy and make sure to comment/review etc.

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Mikael walked slower this time. Klaus wasn't that much heavier than he remembered, but his son had been injured during the fight. Not fatally, thank the Gods. But the wounds were bad enough for Mikael to move slowly, while he used his power to heal Klaus. He tried his best not to disturb his son's sleep, even after he had healed the wounds.

His boy deserved some peaceful rest.

The streets of new Orleans were quiet. The city was barely alive at all. The hair on the back of Mikael's head stood on edge.

His mother was close. The Hollow, with her deadly sweet humming, hovered over Mikael.

"You'll ruin your children, Mikael..." The Hollow whispered, her blue spirit shining in the street's lights.

"You'll do it again." She said, "My sweet child, you tried so, so very hard to make them happy, safe... oh, but my darling. Can't you see there no use in trying? Destiny cannot be changed or challenged. You may fight to your heart's content, but it will be fruitless, my Mikael. You are no hero. Even if you were...you cannot save them."

Heavy rains washed over the city just before Mikael left the French compound with Klaus. Now, the Hollow's blue ghost followed him closely, hanging onto his skin like dreaded sweat. Glimpses of her danced in the shadows and poodles. Reminding him the storm was over, but the worst was yet to come.

"You're wrong." He muttered, swallowing his fears and picking up the pace. Mikael hugged Klaus tightly.

She laughed. "They—your sweet children—are too bloodied, too stained. Not pure enough for divine salvation. And they will find no mercy in my will—you can beg for my kindness, dear son. You know it to be useless, but oh! Do try anyway! I love it when you beg for my mercy, knowing it shall not come..." She giggled, swirling around him. "Do you think your son will beg too? Maybe you'll watch him beg for my mercy... it won't com to him. But your dear children know nothing of their history... It's a pity. Destiny shall not be kind to them."