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Genevieve had two devil-like voices whispering in her ears when the witches dragged Hayley to the church. One, she knew well; it was the voice of her fierce ancestors. No doubt they were partly being influenced by Esther, but it was an unquestionable truth: the Mikaelson child would bring misery to the witches of New Orleans.

The other voice, however, was louder. Full of a sweetly unnerving rage, it talked calmly with a menace which made Genevieve tremble. She obeyed it, even if her ancestors protested. How could she say no to the Devil?

The young witches dragged the wolf mother to the alter, making the needed preparations for the birth. Genevieve paid them little attention. Humming the dark melody the devil was whispering to her, she used blood to draw a small circle on the floor in front of the alter. When Klaus bursted into the church, roaring in rage, she barely raised her eyes. Too absorbed in her task to bother, Genevieve merely waved her hand, throwing Klaus against the church's wall.

"How are you doing that?" Monique Devereux asked, her eyes fixed on the Original hybrid, struggling to move his limbs, to no avail.

"It's time." Genevieve said, her eyes fixed on the blood dripping from her fingers. "The light of our ancestors shines on use today." Her voice echoed through the church, drowning Hayley's screams. "There is hope." she sighed, a maniacal smile shaping her lips. "But we must act quickly." She left a pile of clothes by the circle and moved to Hayley's side.

Genevieve had helped women to give birth before. It was a miracle. A painful task for the mother, of course, but it was beautiful. This birth would be one of the most beautiful births Genevieve had ever seen. She could feel in her bones.

As Hayley pushed her daughter into life, with one long and agonizing scream, the circle of blood burned with white flames. Soon, another scream joined Hayley's. At first it was strong, and full of rage, but as the child was closer to entering the world, the voice became weaker, more child-like.

When Hope Mikaelson cried for the first time, there was a boy, no older than 10 years old, standing in the blood circle, naked, cover in blood, scars and wounds.

As Genevieve took the newborn child to be cleaned in the holy water basin, the others stared, horrified, at the young boy. He trembled, trying to get his skinny legs underneath himself. At last, with a shy grunt, the boy got up and gazed back at his audience.

Everyone else held their breath, feeling the wrathful dark blue eyes of the boy piercing through their souls. Genevieve was the only one undisturbed by his presence. She gave the baby back To Hayley with a sweet smile before raising her eyes to meet the boy.

"Oh." she said, frowning, as the boy's eyes fell upon her. "You are... not quite what I expected... oh, well," she sighed, cleaning her hands with a towel. "Put on something." she pointed at the pile of clothes she had left near the circle.

It was the boy's turn to frown. His puzzled expression was both adorable and weirdly terrifying.

"Go on..." Genevieve said, annoyed, "This is still a church."

The boy sneered, but did as he was told. The clothes were too big for him. Putting on the white t-shirt, the boy frowned again. It was big enough it reached just above his knees. He could wear it as a dress and decided to do so. Straightening his back, the boy turned to face Genevieve.

"I suppose that's good enough." She scoffed, "Come along now..."

The boy strolled to the alter, stopping just beside Hayley.

"Who is he?" the wolf mother asked, holding her baby daughter closer to her chest.

"That," Genevieve replied, raising her chin, "Is the monster who all monsters are afraid of.... the son of the Devil..." she sighed, watching the boy tilt his head and smile at the baby. "Or...at least a version of him...."

"A version of him?" Monique repeated.

"Yes." Genevieve waved her hand, making a knife adorned with gold and rubies appear out of thin air. "But he will have to do."

Genevieve handed the knife to the boy. He frowned, but took it without a word.

"No." Hayley whispered, "No." she desperately tried to get up from the alter, but found she, just as Klaus, could not move. "No. She's just a baby. No—."

With a swift move, Monique cut Hayley's throat. As her mother bleed to death, Hope cried again.

"No!" Klaus yelled.

"Take the child." Genevieve ordered.

The boy acted quickly, taking the baby girl into his arms before Monique could do so. Breathing heavily, he stared at Hayley, watching as the light left her eyes.

"It's me you want!" Klaus yelled, this time getting the boy's attention. "Let my daughter go." he pleaded, his voice low and uneasy. "Kill me. But let her go. Please--."

With a swift gesture, Genevieve broke Klaus's neck.

With his mouth half open, the boy stared at his limp body fall to the church's floor.

"We will not force a parent to watch the death of their child..." Genevieve whispered, turning to the boy. "Now," she sighed, a smile creeping on her lips. "Kill the girl."

The boy looked down at the baby in his arms. She had stopped crying and was now fast asleep, peacefully resting her head against the boy's chest. Tilting his head to the side as he watched her, the boy smiled.

He raised his gaze, his fierce eyes burning through Genevieve's soul as a maniacal smile played on his lips.

"No." the boy said simply.

With a high-pitched sound, all the windows of the church broke. Shaters of broken glass flew toward the witches. They kneeled down, trying to protect themselves.

When the noise died down, the women got up.

The boy and the baby were gone.

"Fuck." Monique whispered. "What now?"

Genvieve chuckled. "It is all as it should be..." she hummed the same dark melody, a maniacal smile stamped on her lips as she gazed at Hayley and Klaus.

"Let's go." she said, before Monique could ask any more questions. "The boy can't have gotten too far..." she walked to the door quickly, followed by the other witches.

They left the church without another word.

In the shadows of a corner, just beside the alter, a creature smiled maniacally. The Hollow was pleased with herself. The Destroyer walked upon the Earth again. This time, however, she would make sure her boy obeyed her orders.

The creature vanished just before Elijah Mikaelson arrived to find his love dead and his niece gone.

A/N: i'm changing the hollow's backstory. It'll be good. Don't worry.  TELL YOUR OPINIONS SO FAR THO!!!