Consumed; ʜᴀʏʟᴇʏ. ᴍ

1.9

Mikaelson Compound, Night

WAR would never end, nor would the pain.

It didn't matter how prepared you were for the loss, how strong of a fighter you were. In every battle the casualties would always way more then the cause. Any warrior could tell you That.

And Klaus Had just added another body to the pile, labelled to burn for all eternity by his reckoning. Tim was a boy, a child. And yet, he had been murdered for association.

How cruel.

Mazeki walked along side her sister, the brunette witch tucked in her arms with tears streaks lining her cheeks and dirt dusting her knees. She was a distressed beauty, anger and sadness now a impulse so far that it had exhausted her.

Loss did that, it ate away at your insides until it had nothing left to feed on but the already contaminated mind.

The elder sister casted a look to her younger sister, watching as she soothingly played with Davina's hair. The harvest witch deserved none of it, yet she was in for a life time of grief.

Walking inside the Compound was like walking into a battle ground you needed to lay your head in, there was no rest filled sleeps inside the building. Just brief moments of regenerating your strengths.

The compound was never a home. It was a war ground, a theatre, and a nightmare.

Passing the gates, Mazeki immediately felt the unwanted presence of Marcel. She was to exhausted to want to deal with another sad and guilty male.

"Is she okay?" He wondered, looking at the little witch sadly immediately noticing the puffy mess of her face, and the tears streams.

"She's devastated and exhausted. Where's her room?" Rebekah snipped, crossing her arms as she glared at the male.

The prince immediately began shaking his head, turning to Mazeki who hadn't even looked at the boy properly. Having been to stuck staring down at the sleeping witch. "No. I got her." He offered out his arms to take her, though noticed as Mazeki's arms tightened around the teen. "I got her."

All eyes were on the blonde sister, who hadn't even looked up. She was staring at Davina, imagining herself and Elijah.

He had saved her many times much like Marcel, however there was always one thing they forgot to remember. It was their fault in the first place, from doing reckless and thoughtless actions in the name of someone else.

Eyes hardening, she finally looked up and met the eyes of the fallen king. Leaning in, her voice was dark. "You don't have, anything. You lost your kingdom to a man who raised you, you lost your army to that very same man. And you lost Davina by standing with him. When is it that people will understand that standing beside Klaus, means turning your back on everyone else?"

The room was silent, eerily silent. Especially considering Klaus stood only feet away from them all.

Tightening her grip on Davina, she quickly sped past Marcel, leaving them all to there own devices.

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Mazeki's Bedroom, Morning

IVORY drifted through her senses, a stinging sensation growing in the palms of her hands and where her third eye would be if visible.

She felt as though her body was shrinking, slowly being engulfed by the earth as she laid along the gentle grass with her hands spread. She could hear the panic of her mothers frequent calls, and the shushing of her unfazed father.