Lights Flicker And Fade : Kol Mikaelson [3]

256: Joining a Cult Is Surprisingly Easy

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"Dǎpò Hueso."

Each of Ryos's bones started to snap as he lurched to the floor and then spasmed back.

He'd dragged MJ along a road.

He'd held her down and made her watch as he ripped magic out of her best friend.

Hit her with everything he had, then dug a knife into her face, and to stop him? The thing that saved the living had cost them the dead, and if the dead ceased to exist?

He was right!

How long until the realm of the living collapsed, too? 'Til rain stopped falling. Until nature failed, and they were all just dead the way he'd intended them to be.

Crack. cRaCk – crack.

"Romp – "

"Icaues."

MJ hit the wall by the foyer entrance before she could blink.

"Morati Et Mwen."

Kol and Marcel had rushed up only to lose the ability to run, stuck like snails around the speedsters in the movies, unable to stop their almost animated movements until they reached the place they'd aimed to charge into, forced to watch as Ryos' staff flew back to his hand, smoothly spinning against his palm.

The broken lights sparked back to life, not to serve their true function but to act as tap-ins for his power. Lightning – not the red tufts MJ caused when distressed, but arcs of white light bouncing to his hands, staff pointing to the sky.

"Huǒ."

Fire rippled through the air as the lightning cracked down, hitting the staff, following as it swung, forcing everyone to duck as it shot straight to MJ -

"Sacré Sang Du."

She clapped her hands together just as it got within arm's reach, catching it in the movement, pulling all the arcs into that one beam, then slamming it to the ground with enough force to break Marcel and Kol free. Sapping every inch of electricity from the air. Her hands against the stone as the earth started to shake, their house the epicentre.

"We're in the city centre!" Marcel grabbed the nearest wall as books started to fall, all the neatly pinned papers flying like a hurricane about to erupt, "MJ – "

It died.

Ryos kept his staff pointing forward as they circled each other, each of MJ's steps causing the outer ring of the circle to reignite. No small flames. No trapped spirits.

Just pure rage, roaring up until it was the height of a person.

"You think you can use my own calling against me?" She spoke flatly, "For someone so smart..."

"I mean," He grinned, "If we wanna play to our strengths?"

Moving his staff to the side, another crack echoed through the sky, yet no bolt shot down. Instead, what had been the grey and black taunting puffs in Legba's world were right back and pouring with rain. Not just rain. Something sharp. Something cold. Something made to cut.

"Tanpèt Pote."

It hit with the strength of a bus, as sharp as glass, making it almost impossible for them to stay on two feet; Kol tackled Ryan under the nearest overhanging cover as everyone started to cry out. Finn just about yanked Freya with him as he realised they needed to hide, too.