"Had you been another man I may have called you handsome." Medusa spoke to Klaus after a brief pause between the two. They had wandered off from the dance floor to sit by the bar, both of which with a glass in hand and an endless thirst for alcohol.

"Is that a compliment, from you?" Klaus remarked, smiling cunningly.

Medusa lifted her glass and her eyes wandered away as she too smirked, "please Klaus, I am the most beautiful women known to man and that's is not me being vain, that is me stating facts and as such even I can admit when someone is up to par—but I will say this, your brother is quite a specimen himself."

The smile dropped from his lips at the mention of Elijah and Klaus downed the rest of his drink, pouring more from his glass as he noticed the dig she had intentionally thrown his way. "How is he?"

"Well," She curtly responded. "Tucked away in a place where you nor your pretty little sister can reach him. Judging by what you did to him I'm assuming he's better off in our hands then yours, who knows maybe he'd thank us if we woke him."

"If you put a hand on my brother..."

"Oh quit the mediocre threats, if I wanted to kill your brother I would have done it already and besides—did you really expect Marcel to do that? Leverage like that, if doesn't come often." She hummed in response and then looked him over before adding, "you're like a broken record, come up with some creative threats or don't bore me."

"You're not like they described," Klaus muttered lowly, remembering the ancient scribes he had read once upon a time in Greece. Honestly since finding out just who the women was he was considering bringing them to the big easy.

Medusa took a cool breath and jutted her bottom lip, "it's been eons since the last time a writer took a jab at describing me, I've changed like the seasons. Time with the devil himself, the ruler of hell, and the god of death does that to a person. It hardened me, I was a monster when I arrived, my power was uncontrollable but given time and a lot of strength I controlled and festered it. I learned it use it better, I had trial runs of it. All those souls down there, and Hades did need extra hands for torture, what better then the very Gorgon who can turn anyone to stone. Lucifer taught me his greatest trick was making the world believe only the lies about him. Trust me when I say that the details you read once are more myth then I am."

His eyes trailed down to her brightly colored lips and for a moment he wondered what it would be like to kiss them. To feel them press against his won and taste a sweet piece of hell, she challenged him, brought out thoughts and questions that even he could not answer. Admittedly, Klaus thought, the last time this happened I ended up with a pregnant werewolf.

Klaus straightened his back, knowing that the ledge he walked on was coming to a close and given the clock striking down he knew soon enough this illusion would shatter back into a reality where they stood on opposite ends. The last few hours has brought a change in ideology for him, what if Davina wasn't the only thing he could take from Marcel? She was his power, the back up generator that held his operation moving and while he was the face and salesmen there must have been someone fixing issues left and right behind the scenes? Medusa.

With her and the powerful little witch at his side—well he would be doing more the just hosting charity parties. His child would have no need for whatever mystical powers they would be bestowed upon with birth, they would already have enough protection, something Klaus was not accustom too. The idea was as tempting as pressing his lips against hers.

Medusa looked away, she felt the tension between and decided better to leave things as is so her eyes moved away, hoping to get catch his sisters angered eyes but instead she found something else.

It was Marcel and Thierry, and it looked anything but friendly. Marcel had Thierry pinned against a wall, angered yells left his lips swiftly as he had knocked him against the stone pillar. Medusa stood from her seat as confusion sprung from her. What was going on?

Medusa stood, her eyes going to the hybrid when she found his expression. It was a mix between a steady calm right before a storm and the slow build up of a tsunami, either way she felt it in her bones that he had done something.

"What did you do," she hissed, the snake wrapped around her wrist accentuating her slow drawl.

Klaus looked at her, his green eyes were like cats, intricately finding a way around his next words but he was also a smart man, and smart men knew when they couldn't lie. Medusa was the last person he could lie to, she would slice grouch any bullshit with ease. And so he stood and walked around her, "Cami has seen everything, I think it's best I intervene."

Medusa grit her teeth and grasped his arm, stopping just as he brushed alongside her. "Whatever you did, I'm gonna tell him. I'm gonna find out."

And she walked off, in search of the stairs in the back, a way directly towards Marcel before the hybrid could stick lies into his head.

She was furious, the click of her heels would have woken the devil as she made her through the compound.

And suddenly the black ink to her skin felt like it was on fire, like it was rings of fire seeping into her soft skin. She gasped out as the pain became unbearable and her hand reached out to the nearest wall when suddenly she was pushed through the walls.

The pain stopped the moment she was back in hell, and irony rang clear as the devil himself held her steady. A loud breath escaped her lips as she felt Lucifer's arms holding her steady, his arms wrapped around her tightly as if to hold her in place, she shoved him back and heaved dryly. "Why did you do that!"

There was fire in her eyes as she looked at the devil and Cerces, both staring with concern at her until she practically yelled at them. Cerces bit her bottom lip from snapping back while Lucifer was not as gentle. "Forgive is if we thought it best not to let you wither in pain!"

"I would have been fine! I need to get back, Marcel needs to know about that traitorous bastard hybrid!" She seethed and looked to the magical one. "Send me back!"

"No, the witches were doing it! They were pinning your location, you in pain would have only made it easier to pinpoint your location." Lucifer bit back and stood his ground.

"Good, this night was getting boring I needed a bloodbath!" Medusa spit back and leaned against the wall, her strength returned with a slow pace.

Lucifer rolled his eyes and looked back to the witch as if to say you're up, and Cerces rolled her eyes but walked forward. "Medusa, those witches weren't just coming to find you. They were gonna kill you, or use you to kill Marcel and any other vampire that opposed them. One of them decided to be reckless and unleash dark magic, a feat that will get her killed but nonetheless was enough to stunt you. We did you a favor."

Medusa closed her eyes as she knew her words to be truth, and it felt like actual hell to admit it. There was no denying the claim, they had one upped her now and been bold—reckless but bold nonetheless and they almost one. She pressed her lips together as she found the right words, "I know, it's just not everyday I feel powerless like that."

Cerces smirked, "we know, darling. All of us have had a moment of powerless defeat, it's why we pulled you back. Here they can't harm you, here you're just as powerful as a god. Its out there that the curse has effect."

"That bitch Bastianna," Medusa cursed the head witch she had killed months ago. It was one of the greatest satisfactions she had felt. "I hope she's still suffering."

"Lucifer pushes her into the River of Styx everyday, it's actually become his favorite part of the day." Cerces said with pride.

Medusa looked towards the fallen angel and allowed a thankful smile to grace her lips. "Well, now i wonder if that joy is yours or mine."

"Both," he winked back.

The door behind them was pushed open as in trailed Persephone, her nearly white hair was curled and braided back as she ran in the room. Summer followed her, sunflowers and gardenias followed her trail as she came to an abrupt stop and the room filled with green grass. "What happened? I felt the shift—oh Medusa! How goes the murder?"

Her chirpy voice broke whatever anger Medusa still held and she laughed slightly with her answer. "As bloody as ever."

"Wonderful!" The Queen of the underworld clapped and ran her hands over one of the many walls, a string of blood red roses appeared where her trailed and she hummed at their beauty. "I saw the witches go after the King and you, I grew worried but figured these two were doing something about it."

"Indeed they did." Medusa hummed and stood with full strength, she looked between them all. "Mind telling me who it was, id love to bash their head against the curb."

Lucifer looked away, whistling lowly as Cerces also moved away and pretended not to have heard her. She trailed by the sunflowers and pressed her hands to the beauties, turning them into Venus fly traps and smiling at her devilish creation. It was Persephone who seemed to be the only one bold enough, "we can't tell you anything."

"What?" Medusa balked.

"One of Zeus' many stipulations—you can stay on earth and jump between our realms but we cannot influence up there. We can't tell you anything we see that doesn't involve your present decisions. We can help you because the fates have seen it already but not tell you much. No cheat sheets for you, my sweet."

Medusa relies on her heels and hummed, "well this sounds like a shitty bargain."

"It's Zeus, all bargains are shitty when he's the one deciding. Hera is vastly underestimated by those bastards." The goddess of summer deadpanned without remorse.

"It's time for you to go back, you've been here too long as is." Cerces muttered as she looked to her friend.

Medusa seemed confused as she raised a brow, "what do you mean?"

"The King, he's expecting you and everyone else is nervous." Persephone explained, placing her hands on her shoulders and gripping them. "We'll drop you off near their location, I suggest you find out which witch did this to you quickly."

The goddess pushed her back and Medusa stumbled, her heels clicking loudly as she fell into a wooden wall, dust bouncing off and slowly the wall gave way, revealing itself to be a door. Bewildered by sudden rise from the underworld her eyes were wide as she steadied herself against the frame and caught site of two people.

Davina looked at her with concern and confusion, dropping her arms from around the hug she had been giving Marcel to step closer. "Medusa, are you alright?"

Medusa blinked and pushed back the whirl of emotions that were felt in her, pressing the fabric of her dress downward and clearning her throat. "Yes—yeah I'm okay."

Marcel was of a different nature as his nostrils flared and his jaw tightened with pure anger, "well that's great to hear Medusa! Now where the hell have you been? The witches came after us tonight and you were nowhere to be found in the fighting!"

Medusa hadn't ever been yelled like by him, in fact, no man had yelled at her and if they had they certainly weren't alive after to say they had. Her head tilted, and it felt like a fire brewed inside her as she cocked her brow. "Marcel, I don't think you understand—"

"I understand that you left Davina defenseless here while the witches attacked." He spat back.

Medusa's eyes darkened and the snake around her neck hissed as he too matched her anger. "Davina is not defenseless, she's the Harvest witch. They don't hold a candle to her and as for me, the witches came for me too!"

"And somehow I see you unscathed." He retorted, giving her a disgusted look.

"Marcel, stop." Davina pulled him back, her blue eyes were filled with concern. Medusa and Marcel had never fought, certainly not with this anger.

"No, leave him Davina, he's just mad one of his lackeys proved himself to be distrustful and wants to take it out on me. Well I'm not gonna stand for it, come back to me when you've found your senses." Medusa walked around him and dug into the trunk of her clothes, pulling out her jeans and jacket.

Head held high and eyes glaring at Marcel she walked past him. His yell followed her, "WHERE ARE YOU GOING?"

"To take my own anger out!" She yelled back and disappeared into the night.

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