sᴛ. ᴀɴɴᴇ's ᴄʜᴜʀᴄʜ,
ɴᴇᴡ ᴏʀʟᴇᴀɴs,
ᴍᴏʀᴛᴀʟ ʀᴇᴀʟᴍ.

Caliban stood with Klaus and Marcel before Father Kieran. He wasn't particularly happy about being dragged along by the hybrid, nor by being forced to sit in the false God's house. But the Father Kieran seemed to be the go-between for them and the mortal faction.

"Lovely sermon this morning, Father." Klaus smiled convincingly "Quite inspirational." He nodded before turning to the demon beside him "Don't you think, Caliban?"

"Well," the demon drawled as Kieran eyed him curiously "I never stray from my own faith, but it is refreshing to hear the...opposition speak of something other than your false god."

The hybrid bit his lip, eyes shining with amusement as the father frowned puzzled at the light blonde "I wasn't expecting you to join us." He looked over the trio.

"We were hoping for some word from your human sources," Klaus said, getting to the true reason why they were there "on the recent Haitian invasion."

"My guys have their ears to the ground." Father Kieran reassured as Caliban raised his eyebrows "And no one has seen or heard any sign of whatever his names is." He informed looking over them individually.

"He's called Papa Tunde." Marcel shifted on his feet as Caliban's eyes flickered to him, Klaus blinked, dropping his head, looking at his feet "And right now," the hybrid and demon duo looked towards the Father "he's wandering the Quarter with the power he absorbed from every soul I buried in the garden. So, you might want to put your ear a little closer to the ground." He advised slightly aggressive.

Kieran opened his mouth to reply but a feminine voice prevented him from doing so. "Not necessarily." Confusion sprawled over the father's face, he turned to the side. A brunette wearing a leather, black knee length coat was revealed.

Both the hybrid and demon's mouths dropped, eyes wide, recognising the woman instantly. Marcel frowned at the two beside him, he looked towards the brunette. Something about her was familiar.

"Lilith." / "Lady Morningstar." The two blondes breathed at the same time. Lilith smirked for a second, taking off her sunglasses smoothly "There's been a development in that affair."

"He's dead." Caliban assumed, brows furrowed. Klaus glanced at him before looking at Morgana's mother, who nodded. The two sighed sharing a glance, Klaus' phone rang making the hybrid closed his eyes already knowing what he was going to be told.

"Alvaro was right." Klaus realized, looking at the first witch for conformation that he was correct "Someone hijacked the harvest."

Lilith closed her eyes, nodding before opening them, swaying on to her left with regal, like her daughter "Some wiccan witch," she spat 'wiccan' with disgust "are declaring war-"

"I wanted to congratulate you-" Cami appearing out of nowhere, shaking her uncle's hand "-on getting the church up and running." She glanced around the supernaturals "I can see this is a bad time. Nice to see you, Marcel."

Lilith raised a brow as the young woman shot a disdained look at the hybrid. She glanced between them before the woman departed from the group.

"Cami." Kieran called after her to no avail. Lilith moved her eyes to the upper, right. Looking nowhere in particular. Biting on an nonexistent cherry in her mouth.

"Well, don't look at me." Klaus defended himself, looking at the priest pointedly "I tried to send her away." He turned his attention to Lilith "Someone's declaring war on us." She nodded confirming his suspicions "Caliban. Marcel."

Lilith raised her head, eyeing the now name vampire with disdain before walking past Caliban, who shared a weary glance with Klaus, before they too followed. Marcel nodded at Kieran "Father."

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ᴛʜᴇ ᴀʙᴀᴛᴛɪᴏʀ.

The four arrived at the compound to find Elijah and Prudence examining the dead body of Papa Tunde - Elijah more closely. The vampires were not far but not too close to the two members of the Original family.

"Can I get you anything, brother?" Klaus grinned broadly, poking fun at his brother "A magnifying glass, a pipe perhaps?"

Elijah's lips pressed into a thin line, he looked up at his brother, questioning "You have a theory you'd like to share with us, Niklaus."

"Back in the day," Marcel piped up "the witches wanted to send a threat, they'd just kill a chicken and leave it on your doorstep."

"It's rather a large, ominous chicken, wouldn't you say?" Lilith remarked as Elijah got to his feet, the Morningstar stalked forward, eyes zooming on the body "And missing something very...important."

Marcel frowned, how could have she known about Papa Tunde's knife? Elijah narrowed his eyes, wondering if this meant his brother, Morgana and his nephew would be joining them soon.

"Papa Tunde defeated Rebekah with ease, almost got two of us as well." Klaus reminded, his brows furrowed in thought "If he was supposed to be their prize fighter-"

"-why leave him for dead in our front yard?" Caliban finished, arms crossed over his chest. Klaus nodded in agreement as Rebekah and Ambrose strolled into the compound. During their wander the duo heard recent and important news.

"Well, don't you all look cheery." They halted smoothly, all attention fixed on them. Prudence smirked at the small flower in Mikaelson woman's hair as the duo looked over them all "Listen to this."

"A girl literally exploded from a grave today as Sabine was giving her tour of the City of the Dead." Ambrose informed, pausing looking over them all, knowing none of them would like what they had to say "It was Monique Devereux."

"What?" Klaus' eyes widened as did the demon's beside him, Caliban's mouth dropped.

"The tourists thought it was part of the show," Rebekah took over "but the wiccans are celebrating like it's some kind of bloody miracle."

"Maybe it is." Marcel suggested hopeful, he saw the opportunity of Davina's return back to the land of the living, back to him "They think all hope is lost but now a Harvest girl is resurrected." He turned his head to look at Klaus "This is how we're going to get Davina back. Kill the witch who took her place."

"I have a theory about who one of them could be." All attention turned to Hayley, who had joined them, stopping on the stairs, holding a poster of Davina's last drawing in her hand "Celeste. I mean it's got to be. Davina was trying to tell us."

"She was drawing pictures of Celeste." Ambrose murmured "She was warning us of a 'great' evil that was coming." His eyes widened, catching on.

"Like a certain teenage squire." Rebekah mentioned, making Ambrose look at her, she sent a grin "Remind you of someone?"

"The wiccan can't be as bad as the Uninvited, Bekah." He brushed off.

Confusion twisted Marcel, Elijah and Hayley's faces at what they were saying, Elijah frowned at his sister and the Spellman warlock "The Uninvited?" He questioned with disbelief.

"Eldritch terror." Everyone in the group answered, putting the resurfacing memories aside before Klaus turned the topic of conversation "First, Papa Tunde returns to settle old scores. Now your murdered lover is back." He threw a pointed finger at Elijah.

"This isn't wiccan attacking vampires." Caliban stated, before looking in Lilith's direction "Lilith's right, their declaring war on us."

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ᴏʟᴅ ɢᴏᴠᴇʀɴᴇʀ's ʜᴏᴜsᴇ,
ɴᴇᴡ ᴏʀʟᴇᴀɴs,
ᴅᴀʏ.

After Caliban's announcement of the declaration of war. The group split. Lilith returned to Hell. Caliban and Klaus were doing Caliban and Klaus, with Marcel not far behind. Due to Elijah's request, both Rebekah and Ambrose were presently taking Hayley back to the plantation house. Not knowing, but suspecting that the werewolf had alternative motives with returning there.

"I thought we'd have to drag you-" Rebekah mentioned as she exited the car "-to the plantation kicking and screaming."

"Yeah. Well, we all just wanna protect me and the baby, right?" Hayley remarked harshly, not liking that she was being treated as a damsel who was incapable of protecting herself.

"Hey. We're on your side," the original reminded as the werewolf turned to face them, the trio halted in their tracks "remember? So what gives?"

"Tonight's a full moon, Rebekah." Hayley sighed.

"So what?" Ambrose questioned, brows furrowed "You're pregnant, you can't turn." Rebekah titled her head.

"Yes. But I wanted to invite a few people over."

"Right." The Spellman nodded, briefly sharing a glance with the blonde next to him "Every other werewolf in the country will be walking on four legs, wearing a fur coat. Whilst your cursed crescent clan will be-"

"-human." Hayley nodded "But only for a few hours, and won't be again until the next full moon. So, I asked Josh to get a message out to Eve in the Bayou."

"Josh is still kicking?" Ambrose's eyebrows swored to his hairline, eyes wide before he whistled.

Rebekah grinned "Well, good on him. I love a nice survival story." The wind whipped though her blonde locks, she noticed the door of the plantation opening "Who the bloody heaven is that?"

Hayley turned, tucking her hair behind her ear "Kegs out back, right?" She cleared her throat.

"Yep." Replied the delivery guy.

"Right." Rebekah remarked with slight disapproval as Ambrose crossed his arms over his chest, as if they were parents scolding their child for bad behaviour "It appears you weren't gonna wait for us to grant you permission to throw a kegger."

"Listen, you all want to keep me safe, fine." Hayley nodded "I'll do as I'm told. I'll play damsel in the glass tower. But tonight's the one night a month I can meet my family." She pleaded "Now, you can rat me out, send me to my room or you could help me throw one hell of a party." She smiled innocently.

The Spellman and Mikaelson shared a long look. A look saying they'd go with whatever the other said. It was just a case of who spoke first.

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ɴɪɢʜᴛ.

Much to Hayley's delight, the original and warlock duo agreed to assist her in through a party. At moment she stood watching happily as members of her cursed clan danced, drank and partied with one another. She smiled, shifting her gaze to find Ambrose, lurking on the sidelines, a bottle in hand.

Taking a gulp every now and then. Observing the party. His attention was mainly focused in the middle of the werewolves. She frowned before following his gaze to find Rebekah being encouraged to dance by a blonde werewolf. She looked back at Ambrose, chuckling. Why the two hadn't officially 'gotten together' yet was beyond her. Because how they acted sure suggested that they were together.

She observed as Rebekah broke away from the partying wolves and made her way to the Spellman. The original took the warlock's bottle, saying something that made him laugh before taking a gulp. Ambrose grabbed the original's hand before spinning her around. Hayley grinned widely as the duo danced, enjoying the party.

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ᴛʜᴇ ғʀᴇɴᴄʜ ǫᴜᴀʀᴛᴇʀ,
ɴᴇᴡ ᴏʀʟᴇᴀɴs,
ɴɪɢʜᴛ.

Klaus and Caliban prowled through the empty Quarter, holding the newly resurrected Monique Devereux hostage between them, the hybrid held Papa Tunde's blade in his right hand. Whilst his left was planted on Monique's shoulder, and one of the demon's own hands lay on her other one. Keeping the wiccan trapped between them.

"Wiccan witches of the French Quarter," Caliban bellowed "I have with me Monique Devereux. What a shame it would be were I or my kin to send her back to the death she's just escaped."

"Should you wish to prevent this," Klaus made himself known, picking up where the demon left off "bring us the wiccan Bastiana." They turned around.

"What the hell are you doing?" Marcel questioned the duo, walking into the street and took a stance before them.

"We're opening negotiations." Caliban said as if it was obvious.

"You know my rules." Marcel marched towards the pair, anger all over his face "We do not hurt kids."

"This isn't your town anymore." The Morningstar reminded with a sneer, before the hybrid beside him, out stretched his arm, pointing Tunde's blade at the vampire "Spare us the hypocrisy of your moral code. It didn't stop you from killing Monique's mother." He held the blade at the wiccan's throat.

Marcel pressed his lips into a thin line as the blonde men turned once again, Klaus exercised his vocal cords once more "Bastiana. I knew your close."

"The stench of the lesser witch kind hangs in the air." Caliban added "Mark our words! We will end this girl."

"With the very blade you intended for me."

"I'm not saying it again!" Marcel shouted outraged with them, Klaus tilted his head as Caliban raised his own, both in away that said not to test them "We do not kill kids."

Klaus pulled Monique out of Caliban's grip and pressed the blade against her neck in one split second. Marcel sped forward. Pushing Monique out the way, and forcing Klaus' arm out of range. Caliban intervened slamming the vampire back with his power. He got up off his back, and sped towards the demon, going for his neck. But Klaus sped between them, steadily snapping Marcel's own neck.

Marcel's body rolled on to its front. Klaus turned, glaring over the temporary deceased vampire "I decide who lives and dies here, Marcellus." He turned.

"NO!" Caliban shouted as Sophie stabbed the hybrid in chest with Tunde's blade. Klaus screamed with pain, eyes wide and fixed on the blade. Caliban watched, eyes and mouth wide open as the blade sank into Klaus' chest.

The demon glanced between him and Sophie rapidly, torn. Not knowing whether to help Klaus or kill the wiccan. With little further thought, he went at Sophie. Instantly she raised her hand to give him a migraine. She frowned when Caliban smirked wickedly, tilting his head "I'm not the normal resident supernatural creature, wiccan."

Klaus clawed at his chest. Caliban went to take a hit at Sophie only to be thrown backwards by magic. He was thrown into one of brick walls, on one of the buildings, bashing in his head. He fell on his arse, sat awkwardly, head bent on his shoulder. Dead. He hadn't seen who killed him. Klaus fell to his knees, before towering on to his back. Also dead.

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ᴡᴏᴏᴅs,
ᴏᴜᴛsɪᴅᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʟᴀɴᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ,
ɴɪɢʜᴛ.

Ambrose and Rebekah pulled away from one another, at the sound of growling. They slowly scanned the area, eyes moving fast whilst their bodies slowed cautiously. Wolves with shining yellow eyes inched out of the woods, into the clearing, baring their teeth at the pair.

"Werewolves." Ambrose muttered astonished, he'd never seen one up close. Only ever read or heard about them.

"Ambrose." Rebekah gripped the warlock's hand tightly, fear coursing though her vains. Ambrose gulped nervously, squeezing the original's hand, he made a gesture to slowly back away. They could run, but any way out was quickly being blocked by the wolves.

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ᴡᴏᴏᴅs.

Elijah walked throughout the woods in search of his sister and Ambrose. He'd saved Hayley and his unborn niece from the witches. That just left the rest of his family. He came across bloodied bodies of wolves. Although, there was a two legged body amongst them.

"Ambrose!" He called out, rushing to him, he knelt down and placed a hand on the warlock's shoulder. He rolled him on to his back. The Spellman's clothes were torn and claw, bit marks litter his body, neck and face. But his chest still rose and fell.

Elijah sighed with relief. The Spellman was alive, injured but alive. That was better than him being dead. His sister would loathe him for all eternity if he couldn't save the warlock.

"Missing something?"

Elijah turned his head, meeting the gaze of Celeste. He rose to his feet.

"You won't hurt me." She said confidently "I'm the only one alive who can break the curse on Hayley's family. And Genevieve knows where your sister is." A familiar redhead wiccan appeared beside her "Bastiana has Klaus tucked away someplace safe." Another wiccan appeared.

A stormy but well hidden glare formed on Elijah's face as Celeste continued "He's suffering horribly, might I add, and all because you chose to save the little wolf instead of your own blood." She taunted, cutting the final string. Elijah began to stalk forward only for his ankles and lower part of his leg to shatter under him. He cried out before glaring up at the wiccan.

"What a horrific ending..." Celeste squeezed her hand, crackling Elijah's rips "to your pathetic, diseased family. I guess 'always' isn't forever after all." She titled her head "It is a pity we couldn't get to your other brother."

At that Elijah allowed himself to cackle. He knew what his brother would do. But Celeste had really experienced his little brother's actions like she had with Klaus'. The wiccans frowned. Elijah looked at them as if they were stupid "You have no idea what my brother will do to you. Alvaro's temper is out matched, even against my late father's, his is greater still. Even compared to Mikael, Niklaus and Kol together, Alvaro is worse." Elijah knew they'd signed their own death warrants.

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ᴛʜᴇ ᴀʙᴀᴛᴛᴏɪʀ,
ɴᴇᴡ ᴏʀʟᴇᴀɴs,
ᴍᴏʀᴛᴀʟ ʀᴇᴀʟᴍ.

On his way to the compound - accompanied by a now fully healed Ambrose - Elijah and the warlock met up with an equally angered, worried demon. Side by side, the original, warlock and demon trio stormed into the compound.

"Marcel!" Elijah demanded "Where is my brother?"

"I got guys looking for him right now." Marcel reassured him, eyeing the outraged group as they approach him. Two vampires attempted to block their path, but Elijah threw one across the compound as Ambrose sent the other flying with magic.

"Elijah." Hayley stood from the balcony, the original glanced at her before turning slightly.

"Klaus threw one of his classic temper tantrums," Marcel explained "he and Caliban went to the Quarter. He snapped my neck, and then they tried to take on a coven of witches by themselves."

Caliban scrawled "We were attacked. He got stabbed, whilst I got flung against the wall. When I came to he was gone."

"I don't know where he is or how to find him." Marcel added.

"They also have Rebekah." Ambrose growled.

Elijah held eye contact with Marcel for a second before calling out, glancing over all the vampires "Every one of you will help us find them!" He demanded before sharing a look with the men beside him, a silent promise was agreed upon "We're going to kill them all."

"And," Caliban drawled in a song like tone, a delighted and wicked smirk on his face, as he looked at Ambrose and Elijah, knowing they'd understand what he meant "I think it's time we call for reinforcements."

A smirk took both the original and warlock's features. Marcel's face filled with dread. "And it's time-" Elijah turned his head as Caliban shifted his eyes to Ambrose "-the wiccan witches learn who's joined the party. And how much your family's increased, 'Lijah."

Elijah's smirk widened. He now saw how much Ambrose and Caliban were involved - no how much they were his family. He turned to the demon, and gave a nod. Caliban chuckled evily. Sending a shiver down Marcel and the vampires' spines. Fire swirled, upwards, around the blonde demon. Teleporting him to Hell.

The wiccans wanted war. So, they'd get it. But not with whom they intended.