Fallen

"When an angel falls said angel has one human lifetime to correct their sins in order to regain their wings to continue the work of the Lord. The Fallen must preform a duty righteous in the Lord's eyes. Such duties include, but are not limited to; helping a creation of God turn from the path of a sinner, protecting an innocent life--" Elijah was cut off from reader the charter as Kol gave an obnoxious scoff. Elijah clicked his tongue and brought the ancient charter down from his eyes; "I'm sorry am I boring you, brother?"

"I'm sorry but if that's not the cheesiest thing I've ever heard then I don't know what is." Kol chuckled. Klaus raised his glass in a cheer to the comment while Freya tried to hide her smile.

"With a worldly demise on our hands I don't believe now is the time for your sarcasm." Elijah glared at the youngest brother.

"Dear Elijah," Kol grinned. "The world is always in peril and I don't think some misbehaving precious moment figurines are going to stop us from saving it."

"Our brother speaks the truth, Elijah." Klaus took a sip of his blood pouch.

Elijah began to open his mouth but Freya beat him to it. "Kol is right, even though it pains me to say it--"

"Love you too sis." Kol grinned.

"We have bigger things to deal with. Like Finn, for example." Freya clutched the blue stone that hung around her neck that once held her younger brother. "The longer we wait; the stronger he grows."

Kol rose from his seat and grabbed his jacket, making his way to the door. "Where do you think you're going, brother?" Klaus raised a brow from behind his drink.

"Out," the younger one answered while gesturing towards his three older siblings. "The tension in this room is unbearable. And I, for one, am done with family drama for the day."

"Besides," he smirked. His eyes landed on Klaus' pouch that was dried to the bone and he began to feel his veins burn and his throat scorch; his hunger craving to embed his fangs in a pumping vein.

"I'm starving."