"I don't particularly enjoy these nights when there's trouble lurking."

Medusa speaks loudly over the music as she walks up to an awaiting Marcel who greets her with a drink. He holds out the glass of Rum to her and then clinks glasses once she's taken her own, smile not once leaving his face. "Trouble isn't lurking, it's being monitored."

She raises a brow but downs half the drink and clears her throat, the burn of the alcohol reminds her how real her life she is. Ever since resurrecting she took particular notice in the little things, like the taste of a particular hot food or a strong drink, even the caress of foreign objects on her skin imprinted in her mind as if to remind her how true it was. In the Underworld things had been numb, nothing in particular stood out to her. Emotions and even interactions seem to blend together the long she was there until it was just an endless cycle, she'd never noticed until being in this world where excitement peaked everyday. She wasn't a particularly optimistic person but even she could admit that she awoke to brighter days.

"I take it you've got a few nightwalkers on his tail," she questions and raises a brow as if further intrigued.

"Nobody comes into this town without clearance," he hums in response and the two lean against the bar to look onwards towards the crowd.

The party was in true New Orleans fashion, an enjoyable chaos. There was vampires dancing with humans and some even drinking from the walking blood bags. Most of the humans didn't notice or where to enthralled with the party to notice but there was not a person who didn't seem to enjoy the party.

"I'm so glad I came back when I did, parties where never this entertaining in my era." Medusa hissed lowly and took more of her drink. She swung the bartender the glass as if to ask for more and turned back to an entertained Marcel. "Alcohol was certainly not this amazing then."

"Well I suppose anything beats being locked in a temple unable to look at a man." Marcel comments and finishes his own drink.

Medusa hisses, her serpent just peaking from underneath her black jacket mimicked the sound as her mouth shifts to agitation. "Don't remind me, being locked away with only your sisters to converse with, now that was cruel and unusual punishment."

"Couldn't have been all bad though? I mean you did get to meet the real devil." Marcel inquired, reminding her of her old friends.

She hummed and smiled softly, "Lucifer and Hades, they get a bad reputation around these parts. Certainly the fallen angel himself would laugh at who you all consider to be his human incarnate."

Marcel laughed and eyed her, "so I take it the brief overview you got from D wasn't very impressive."

She scoffed at the thought. The small witch had given her a short rundown of just who the originals were and above all who Klaus was, suffice to say she was not entertained. The real Lucifer would have scoffed at his mediocre impersonator had he jumped into the realm with her. With a roll of her eyes she responded, "I could name worse things I did in under an hour that had me sent to the underworld, truthfully Marcel this time is impressive but you all have nothing on the torture and carnage we did."

"That's because you haven't seen us when we're really riled up." Marcel protested.

Almost as if on cue Thierry came running into the room, immediately locking on Marcel. "Boss, we got a problem. Klaus is back and he's not happy about the tail."

"Seems to me the original has more knowledge then you thought." Medusa challenged and downed her second drink. Marcel eyes her with slight annoyance but she smiled at him, "come on, let's not keep your guest waiting.

"I only answer to Marcel." Diego, one of Marcel's most trusted, was currently challenging the blonde original.

"Well, then, in that case, perhaps you'll answer to this." Klaus's eyes turned a bright golden and the skin directly underneath seemed to darken with veins. "You're aware the bite of a werewolf can kill a vampire? Well, as you can see, I'm half-werewolf, so I'm gonna ask you one more time! Where is Marcel?"

Marcel decides that now would be the moment to step in and walks away from Medusa who is watching the showdown with amused eyes. "Hey-hey. I'm right here. I'm right here. Easy, now. Diego's just looking out for me. Nobody harms my guys. Those are the rules."

Klaus is clearly not entertained by anyone as his lips are sneering. "I don't care about your rules, Marcel. I don't need chaperones. Why are you having me followed?"

Marcel quickly notes how the rest of his vampires are watching his next actions and the humans are now whispering. Bad for business, Medusa assumes is his thought as he puts an arm around the hybrids shoulders and leads him away. "Come here. I get it, huh? Show of force. You made your point. Let it go, friend. For me."

Medusa watches as the crowd soon forgets and the booze gain attention again. She walks between the crowds, like a snake slithering through the forest she is silent and invisible following them.
Klaus presses his lips together with anger but decides to agree. "Fine. Why don't you show me what you've done with the place while you explain exactly what it is you've been up to in my town?"

Marcel leads him into the private quarters and then Medusa decides it best to let them talk, she'd get the information out of Marcel one way or another. Her back turns and she heads back into the party, immediately finding the bartender who begins to serve her drinks yet again. Briefly she glances at Diego who is grasping at his neck but seeming okay.

"Leave the bottle," she mutters to the bartender who nods and sets it beside her glass.

Medusa relaxes in her signature stool and comfortably people watches. This was her hobby since returning from the land of the dead, if she wasn't with Davina or hunting witches her favorite place to be was at a party, with a bottle of alcohol, and the people. The new culture was truly shocking to her, but in a beautiful way. People were so free, liberation was like a taste in the air and it seemed to intoxicate the population. She'd remembered her life beforehand, when she was a priestess for Athena, how endlessly boring time had passed. Truthfully dying had been joyous for her, there was nothing quite like being free of being a Gorgon or a priestess. Of course now times were different and she was better to control her abilities but even so, there was still that idea in the back of her head.

As she watched the women sway and dance against the men, shimmying their bodies with ease and pressing against their pelvis a brief idea passed through her head, why not me? These men ogled the women without fear, and these women were like thunderstorms, reckless and without caution. They held true power over these men as they smiled with crimson coated lips and blushed cheeks, it was like artwork.

She on the other hand was often looked at but men seemed to walk past her in a hurry. Medusa knew she was beautiful and not simply because she was vain but Athena had made it so. Beauty for a priestess was in the job description so she wondered for a long time why it seemed like no one paid her mind, and that was her thought until Marcel had explained it. Fear overpowers beauty, you look like an angel but your aura reads like the devil even to the dumbest of them, they wouldn't try to even if they we're plastered. And so with that thought in mind she'd been happy enough to watch, and gaze as women did what she might never do herself.

Medusa hummed and watched both men and women dance, completely oblivious to the monsters that prowled. She truly enjoyed this time more then anything, enough so that she completely missed when Marcel finally walked into the party with Klaus and headed in her direction.

The bottle was nearly empty and her eyes had been trained on a set of brunette females who had been dancing together. They were attracting many men, both wanted and unwanted but it seemed no matter how many came up and danced the two always found their way back to each other. Medusa smiled at this, this two was new to her. Relationships like theirs had once been seen as the work of the devil and while Lucifer may have gladly approved of these unions he couldn't take credit because they were happy, and happy wasn't exactly what he was known for. Medusa as well had agreed that while she didn't like mortals they were created for freedom, and there should be no restraints.

She smiled and finished her glass when a hand reached out and placed itself upon her shoulders.

The silver band on her arm did not immediately hiss so she knew it had to have been Marcel, and this was only further confirmed when he spoke. "And this is one of my favorite girls, M."

Medusa turned her head, her eyes immediately locking from Marcel's coffee like iris's to Klaus Mikaelsons mischievously blue ones. If she hadn't of know who he was then the darkness and utter soul shuttering look in his would have confused her. He was ruggedly handsome, full lips and ivory skin, not to mention he was tall enough to tower over her but not enough so to stand out in a crowd, the look of pure evil reflected in his eyes though.

"We've met before back when you acted as judge jury and executioner for Jane-Ann, although she wasn't much of a talker." Klaus spoke, his smile was dazzling to say the least. He reminded her of Ares in that sense, with his beautiful features no one would have guessed that there was a true monster capable of anything underneath. He stuck his hand out to shake, "Klaus Mikaelson, love."

She set her drink down and stood, her heeled boots still not tall enough to even overcome him but the Gorgon was not at all challenged. She knew who he was and no doubt would learn more with the days to come, he however had no idea that myths were reality and one stood in front of him.

Her serpent moved so it was near her hand, sensing the danger in this man but she comforted the snake with a smile and reaching out. "Pleasure, I'm a bit of a silent watcher like that."

She shakes his hand, and smiles with her crimson colored lips and dark brown eyes, she made herself seem like the perfect rose.

"Marcel tells me you're his partner in this city, interesting you don't seem like the type to take command." The original was bold, getting straight to the point.

Marcel smiled as if slightly embarrassed to be caught speaking over her and Medusa only seemed to laugh and shake her head softly. "I doubt partner is the correct word but leader, has a ring to it. Honestly I'm along for the ride, politics and democracies were never really my thing."

"Interesting way of thinking," Klaus retorted, his blue eyes were softening and she could tell he was doing his best to charm her, much like the males in the party did to the other women.

Two could play at that game, she thought to herself and deepened her smile so now it morphed into a smirk, "I'm an interesting women," she left it off with a wink and offered the men what remained of her bottle. "Would you two like something to drink or have you had your fill?"

Marcel eyes her curiously, she was doing something, he could see it in the twinkle in her eyes. Medusa was cunning like that, it took a lot to decipher just what she meant because every look she gave and shift of her face was like another key to unlocking her thoughts. Marcel had to admit, for the first few weeks after meeting her it had taken him quite awhile to get past the beauty that both radiated and then swallowed anyone hole. It was likely why men gravitated away, they wanted control and with her even a human could tell there was no chance in that happening. He had spent the first few weeks of knowing her simply pulling away the strips of her magic allure until finally he could see past it. Admittedly he was still attracted to her but Medusa was a snake, and a snake never quite changed no matter what they looked like.

Perhaps that's why Klaus was so keen on speaking to her, after being asked repeatedly over his deal with the witches had come the inquiry about her, and well Marcel knew enough to know it would be best to let the one and only Medusa entangle this one. Even now he could see just how little Klaus really saw in her, she was beautiful but just another vampire, he must of thought, and yet still there was something different.

Marcel smirked and watched as the brunette served them both a drink of his liquor and handed off the cups. Klaus observes the drink and then took in the smell of the liquor, "I'm more of a bourbon man myself but you do know your rum's, love."

She hummed and smiled brilliantly once more, "I know a lot of things, for instance now I know that it's best to leave you too to discuss other matters and I know it's quite past my bedtime."

Marcel briefly noticed the flicker of her eyes, Davina was were her mind was and he couldn't blame her. The little witch had quite the scare earlier and it was better to not leave her alone for too long.

"So soon, the parties just getting started," Klaus stopped her, she could tell he was curious to know just what she was up too and obviously did not buy the bit of her just leaving.

"Business awaits," she hummed and nodded her head, "I trust you two can find something to entertains yourselves with, goodnight boys."

The two bid their farewells and watched her disappear into the crowd, all the while the rhythm of her hips and steps in tune with the music.

Klaus certainly knew where he was first to pick at Marcel's empire.

And while he thought of that Marcel bit back his smile, the original had no idea just what he was going to face.

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The streets of New Orleans were always too dark,and there was always a certain groom that lured behind every corner and yet Medusa had no worries.

It was nearing 3 in the morning and the brunette hummed to herself, practically skipping as she walked towards Davina's small little room inside the abandoned church. Along the way she was met with a few stragglers who were too drunk or too engrossed in the idea of the Big Easy to take notice of her.

She rounded the corners and just as she was passing an alleyway someone grabbed out towards her and yanked her into the darkened spot.

A small huff of surprise left her body but it was short lived as she stepped into a different realm.

Her eyes sprung open to find Lucifer and Cerces looking at her with amusement.

Medusa sighed in relief, "I will never get used too that."

"Pulling you from realms doesn't come with a warning sweetheart," Lucifer winked at her.

Medusa couldn't help it and after a moment of glaring she finally managed to smile and Cerces jumped right into her arms, crushing her against her body.

"We can touch now!" The goddess spoke with glee, her fingers grasping at the brunettes hair and then her face. "We've misses you! Once we felt another die we couldn't wait until you were alone to pull you!"

"I would have saved you from that awkward conversation with the bloody hybrid but apparently Cerces tells me that's what the young kids call flirting. Sincerely darling you could do much better and you have," Lucifer winked and pushed her into his embrace. He was warmer then average bad Medusa remembered how the underworld always felt like lying on a beach with the sun blistering down.

In the few months since her resurrection the Gorgon had missed her fellow captives like hell, and she wondered if she'd ever see them again or how she'd fulfill the compromise with Lucifer but all of those answers came shortly after her first week. After a rather long week of misery and desperate attempt to grasp the new world and culture she'd eventually found herself with a bit too much to drink and a empty graveyard to sleep in. The witches had been smart enough to abandon the temple built for her as the snakes had soon rose from the dead like their master and claimed revenge for themselves.

Since then the temple had been left to rot as the snakes had taken over and awaited their masters return, and she slept comfortably with them, using the anaconda as a pillow and a python as another, the snakes guarded her the first week. And all was well in that aspect, but of course she was never safe and when a certain witch came to close for comfort one her vipers had taken justice into its own hands. The witch was dead within minutes and Medusa had suddenly reverted back to the underworld, catching a glimpse of her former allies.

After the first witch had died she sincerely thought reviving was making her grow crazy, until another witch of New Orleans had died did she realize her true potential. Slowly after each witch death either Marcel, her, or even one of the other vampires did it seemed to loosen their grip on her and strengthen her own channeling. Soon enough she was able to communicate with a Cerces who was quick to brew up a spell to conjure her back, and only until now had it seemed that she was finally about to fully have one foot in the underworld and the other on earth. Jane Anne had been a big tie to her curse it seemed, and with the witch gone she was slowly coming into more power over her abilities, most of which she had yet to uncover.

"So I'm assuming all is well in the land of the dead?" Medusa questioned, pressing her back against the walls of her old room. Certainly do not miss this, she thought as her eyes traveled around the canopy bed and dark walls.

"If your asking if Hades is mad yet then no," Cerces deadpanned. "He's stunned like the rest of us."

Medusa would have lied if she didn't admit to the relief that suddenly flushed through her, the god of death was many things but ruthless was certainly one of his most inarguable traits.

"We did have a reason to call you though," Lucifer spoke up, walking towards the door to her room. His tall body practically covered the door and blocked the reason he then proceeded to open it until finally unveiling the short goddess. "This little monster wouldn't quit bugging us."

Persephone suddenly bound forward, light blonde curls swaying in the air as her pink dress and red lips pronounced themselves. She was like running warmth as she crashed into the Gorgon and squeezed tightly, "Medusa!! I've missed you!"

Medusa laughed, wrapping her arms around the blonde goddess and humming in happiness. Persephone was an angel despite the underworld, she brought light to any situation and even the cruelest of the damned couldn't help but have a soft spot for her. She was the Queen of the Underworld, and of course as mild mannered as she was there was still a temper that made her perfect for the damned.

"I thought you would have been here a long time ago?" Medusa hummed to her old friend, watching as the blonde pulled back and her bright blue eyes were like flares. Persephone already was changing the atmosphere, her old room was coming alive with roses and peonies, gardenias were blooming and encompassing the bed frame.

"After the little stunt those witches pulled I had to take care of some things, reset the natural balance in the world and all the good thing— it was just a few extra months of my mother nagging me about it all until finally I was able to go." Persephone roles her brilliant blue eyes before setting them on her once more. "Speaking of nice loophole, the gods sure weren't expecting that one from you."

Medusa raised a brow, "I wasn't expecting it either."

"Right," she nodded back in agreement. "Hats off to the witches though, sometimes they push to much and nature will push back. Now with the Harvest ritual gone array and you in the wind it'll only be a matter of waiting before Athena or even Artemis ceases to allow them power." Persephone detailed, pulling her hands through her long blonde hair.

"So they aren't mad at me?" Medusa questioned softly and when the goddess of spring only shook her head Medusa tilted her own. "Really, thought they'd be sending a titan to track me down."

"The Gods no longer care about this world, the humans have done enough chaos to show they no longer respect what was once a gift. You don't disrespect someone else's hard work and then think they'll sort it out for you." Persephone deadpanned and she was right of course. Medusa had only been on earth for a few months and even she had to admit mortals had not been kind. The blonde threw a piece of her hair back and went on, "besides— the gods have much more important things to worry about like a clan of travelers wanting to destroy another realm."

"So they don't care that I'm out? Just like that, hate to admit but I'm almost offended." Medusa scrunched her nose up.

Persephone laughed as did Cerces and Lucifer, the three clearly found her annoyance amusing. Persephone caressed her face, "oh they care but they've figured you haven't turned the entire continent to stone just yet and well let's be all honest here, it would be worse if the fallen angel over there had gotten out."

Her smile was reciprocated by a fake one, and she turned away just as Lucifer looked to Medusa as if the two still in silent agreement about what they'd discussed before she had left.

"I see you've got along well with the vampires now," Cerces eyes her old friend, her beautiful face was interested as she lifted a hand and beckoned her forward. "Come, id like to hear more."

Medusa rolls her eyes and slowly walks forward, she takes a rose from the growing canopy and plays with the blooming golden colored flower. "There's nothing much to discuss, we have a common enemy."

"That vampire king is gorgeous, Calypso would have never let him go." Cerces fawns over Marcel for a moment before her smirk grows. "And the hybrid—"

"The hybrid is one neither of you two cared to fill me in on," Medusa hisses at the goddess and angel, an amused Persephone biting back a smile.

Lucifer rolls his eyes, "if you had cared to spend time in the libraries of this place you would have known about him, Klaus Mikaelsons, wasn't at all what I imagined and they call him the devil. I'm offended to be compared to him honestly."

Lucifer seemed to be bitter over that while Cerces dryly stares at him and turned back, "anyway— he's one of Eve's."

"Who's Eve?" Medusa questioned.

"Seriously darling you should have stuck your nose in a book or two down here," Persephone scoffed but recounted. "She's the mother of monsters, sounds ridiculous I know but it's true. All vampires, werewolves, and yes even that hybrid are of her creation."

"Eve was one of mine, I tricked her and in return she grew power not like the conservative Adam. She created monsters that merged with the humans and then gave them a hint of goodness so dearest daddy wouldn't get too mad and then she whispered the magic into Esther Mikaelsons ear just as the witch had lost a son. Truthfully, I wouldn't have been able to do it better myself." Lucifer's dull tone seemed to depict just how interested he was in recounting the story. "Although I don't think she ever intended for them to merge."

"So what now? I'm suppose to just deal with him? He's not stronger then me is he?" Medusa questioned the group.

The three laughs and shook their heads, the blonde being the only to speak. "Oh I doubt even one of Eve's deadliest would be able to stand to stand once you break your curse, you've got a gods blood and blessing your veins, love. You're quite alright even now, with that little serpent wrapped around your wrist and Cerces tricks alone you should be good."

Cerces reached out to Medusa and wrapped their hands together, interlocking their fingers. "There's only one small thing you've got to remember now."

Medusa leaned in, she noticed how the instant her hands had touched Cerces the ruins had appeared and now seemed to grow a obsidian black. They were practically glowing and felt like they moved when she looked down. Cerces was transmitting power, she was allowing it to engross her veins and become one with her. The serpent wrapped around her wrist hisses and then slid off her hand, wrapping itself around Cerces as if to thank her and then came back, up its mother arm and wrapped around her neck as a choker.

She hummed with the power, "if it's not to kill anyone else I'm afraid I make no promises."

Cerces laughed while Persephone snorted, Lucifer rolling his eyes in amusement as finally the goddess of magic spoke, "no you idiot. What I'm trying to say is these vampire have no idea what you are capable of. This Klaus calls himself the devil and yet he's as entranced by you as all the rest of them. Use it to your advantage, make them think you're a fantasy and then crush them with reality. It'll do you some good, trust me."

Persephone nodded along, "the men on earth are all the same, they'll do anything for a pretty face and a nice smile. Teach them that even beautiful faces harbor deadly beasts."

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