Devil ♡Elijah Mikaelson♡ [2]

Chapter 11: Devil's Forgiveness

Elijah, Coney, and Cami are sitting in the living room, where Cami is trying to help them deal with the after-effects of Esther's torture.

"Our goal here is to confront your subconscious. An element of my thesis is on suppression of past trauma and how it can manifest in a barren and often violent behavior," Cami says.

Elijah smiles sarcastically and says, "You know, I believe it was 1897 when a dear friend of mine, let's just call him the godfather of modern psychoanalysis, mentioned something similar to me over tea in a Viennese café."

Cami laughs and says, "Are you name-dropping Freud right now?" Elijah shrugs with a smile and Coney laughs. "Okay, here's something I know that even Freud didn't."

Elijah amused asks, "Oh, do tell!"

"What it feels like when someone takes away your deepest, ugliest pain without your consent," Cami says and Coney and Elijah's smiles fall when they realize what she's talking about. "It is both a blessed relief and a complete violation. Sound familiar?" Elijah looks at her, clearly not liking where this is going, but remains silent, while COney looks at the floor. "Good. Let's start with what you've referred to as the 'red door'."

Elijah, quietly, says, "That's an image from my past. My youth. It was a door to a slaughterhouse. Sometimes it appears to me in, uh..." He gestures as he searches for the word.

"In flashes," Coney says, still not looking up from the floor.

"Yes. A memory, but it's also a metaphor. It's a place where unspeakable deeds dwell in darkness," Elijah says.

"And have there been many?" Cami asks.

Elijah, who is getting anxious, stands to his feet and starts to pace in front of the room. "Oh, Camille, you know I'm no stranger to violence. Typically, however, I am possessed of a, uh, certain... control," Elijah says. He runs his fingers across the mantel over the fireplace before sighing and continuing on. "However, now and then, I can be consumed with chaos. And, untethered from that control... this is where the deeds are concealed. Behind that door."

"Why that particular door?" Cami asks.

"This is where the first woman I ever loved told me she loved me in return," ELijah says and Cami smiles while Coney doesn't lock Elijah's gaze, his looking at her with expectation. "It's also where I laid her body after I took her life." Cami's smile falls, and she looks at him sympathetically, and Coney finally looks up at him sympathetically. "No one knows this. Not even Niklaus. My brother loved Tatia as deeply as I did. He still believes that Mother killed her. Not only is this a lie, it's a lie of my creation. And my brother doesn't forgive. Well no one knew until Coney." He sighs, visibly troubled by this memory. "He doesn't forget. Therefore, I think it's best that I forget for both of our sakes." Suddenly, Elijah and Coney become weak, and he stumbles into the nearby chair while she grabs onto him.

Cami worriedly asks, "Elijah? Coney?" Elijah and Coney pass out onto the floor in front of Cami, who has become even more concerned at the sight of them. "Elijah? Coney?"

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Klaus, Elijah, and Kol have just awoken on the astral plane, in the middle of an old-fashioned wooden shed while Coney can see everything and move, but she can't touch anything. Around them are the heads of various animals mounted on the walls near the low ceiling. They are all confused and worried as they take in their new surroundings.

"Niklaus," Elijah says and Kol, who is in a nearby corner, notices his brothers' presence and frowns in confusion.

"You two," Kol says.