Consumed; ʜᴀʏʟᴇʏ. ᴍ

2.0

The Docks, Midday

PIERCING screaming echoed through a very young Blondes mind.

It was hard to pinpoint who's exactly screams it was, perhaps it was her kind and giving Neighbour Ayana that was pleading the spirits to save Mazeki's young life from the cruelty that was placed on her. Maybe it was her mother who's yelling grew louder every time her daughter all but winced in pain.

Or maybe it was her own young screams ripping through her body leaving it fragile to even a small breath, all she knew was that the pain in her body was never ending. Any moment of peace, or clarity was disrupted by another wave of flames dancing across her pale skin.

And then there was Elijah. Someone who's screams weren't ever heard as they instead came out in small grunts, his small body leaning forward to try suppressing what hurt so badly.

No one noticed how tightly Mazeki held onto The boys hand. No one noticed the way their linked hands grew red, or the way the colour of Elijah's skin slowly greyed the tighter she held to him.

Mazeki's hands clenched at her sides as she stared at the still unconscious Harvest witch, the memories that decided to haunt her today beginning to grow to much for the Original. Now was not the time for reminders of the past, no she needed to save the future.

"What are we going to do- I mean how are we going to get her out of town? Your bastard brother has probably already blocked all ways out of town!" Marcel paced behind the blonde, his thoughts going so fast that he didn't even begin to consider how Mazeki would react to his wording.

"I care for Davina, Marcel. And while I share a complicated relationship with all of my sibling that does not mean I don't love them. So pick your words carefully." The heretic reprimanded, turning towards the previous and dare she say better king. "It's impossible for us to get her out of town. However there is a way to save her from the rituals after effect."

Marcel looked over at her, his irate pacing slowing to a brief halt as to get a good look at the one Mikaelson he never got the chance to meet. Of course there was Finn, but he was long dead now.

What could he find? She was what he imagined was a perfect mix between Elijah's self righteousness, and Klaus' murderous rage- but in a much nicer face to look at. She wore rather basic clothes for a Mikaelson, and even how her face laid in its still form was rather odd. She didn't scream Mikaelson when he looked at her, and yet when he took into account that she was he was still unsurprised.

"Tell me how and I'll get it done." Marcel said in certain terms, looking past Mazeki at Davina's unconscious form.

Mazeki looked over the male, wondering how he would do on his part. The heretic knew first hand the toll that this would have on someone soul. "You will need to find someone- around Davina's age and get a vile of their blood, then you'll need to locate some Sage, ground up lavender, and witch Hazel. When you've found them; Return here."

"How close in age are we talking here Mazeki- Davina's just a kid." Marcel shook his head, though the Blonde seem unfazed as she moved away from both him and Davina.

"Marcel, this is dark magic we are tampering with." Mazeki's eyes slowly shut, her hands slowly extending at her sides as she began the concentration portion of retrieving her spell. "The closer to sixteen, the better."

"I'm not going to kill a kid!" Marcel yelled at the woman, though failed to recognize that she was on the verge of having all but cut off the world completely.

"Then Davina shall die. Simple." The room was filled with an dark silence, only filled with the barely audible humming coming from The Mikaelson woman as she worked her magic.