ᴏʀᴘʜᴇᴜs ᴡᴀs ʙᴏʀᴇᴅ. Bored out of his mind. And fed up, fed up with waiting to meet his uncle Kol. Stefan Salvatore had vanished off the face of the waking world, and had taken the entirety of his daggered grand-aunt and uncles with him. Also, Klaus being the overprotective grandfather that he was forbad him from getting anymore involved than he already was. To make matters even more wonderful, his parents had not made an appearance yet, in Orpheus' mind that meant two thing. Either they still had to reclaim his father's ruby, or they were making up for lost time - aka, his father was ravishing his mother. Orpheus grimaced at the mere thought of it, however he wouldn't be surprised if that was the case. So, to cure his boredom he had chosen to explore the mansion his grandfather was building, and during his wonderings, he made a discovery - one which made him beam from ear to ear - a big stash of art supplies.

The seemingly eighteen year old boy licked his lips, glancing around with devious eyes. Checking to see if Klaus or any of his hybrids were lurking about. He was completely alone. He casted his gaze on to the crowded room, the collection was practically calling out to him. His fingers twitched, he licked his lower lip. He smirked lightly, why not. He leapt forward, rummaging around. He pulled aside a canvas, a pencils and brushes. He bit his lip thoughtfully, searching for some black chalk, aimlessly through the crowd of paints - which he curled his lip at, he wasn't confident at all with paints. Unlike his mother, but even she struggled with them. Out of the paints they had played with, they always loved playing with inks. Which had always been a nightmare for Morpheus, who'd always insist on clean their faces afterwards.

Orpheus grinned when he found a single piece of black chalk, he gathered his stolen items and hurried off to the room he'd claimed as his own. Smirking to himself, excitement bubbling in his chest, he felt that song he found on youtube - I Fought the Law, by the Clash. He chuckled, as he entered his room, beginning to set himself up before starting to play with Klaus' art supplies.

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Morpheus and Elizabeth entered a warehouse, sharing a look before spliting up to look for his ruby, however they remained in one another's eyesight. He glanced at his wife briefly, he could barely keep his mind from dwelling on the softness of Elizabeth's lips, or the feeling of her body being pressed against his. He shook his head, racking his eyes along the shelves, he still remembered how Elizabeth failed to mention she was queen of the dreaming, he tilted his head, eyes half blinking several times. He threw a long glance at his wife, perhaps Elizabeth needed reminding that she was his wife, and that he was her husband? The endless licked his lips, averting his gaze.

Elizabeth looked at Morpheus over shoulder, noting how he tilted his head. She shifted her gaze, pulling box down so she could peer into it. She wondered what was running though his mind. She smiled lightly, remembering the kiss they'd shared. She had forgotten how much she had missed him over the centuries. She turned, looking at her husband "I wonder if Orpheus has driven dad up the wall yet."

Morpheus smiled at the beaming expression on her face, he shot her a teasing look "I'm sure our son has Klaus rapped around his finger, by now."

Elizabeth tilted her head, abandoning her task and walked towards him "You didn't answer my question."

Morpheus chuckled, turning to her, as she stopped in front of him "Perhaps, he has, or he will quite soon. Orpheus will batter his eyelashes and pout his way out of trouble, or use one of us to get around Klaus."

She smiled, chuckling, eyes bright. She dropped her head, smirking to herself as she moved on. Morpheus shook his head fondly, follow after her, observing how she moved, he let out a soft sigh.

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The cosmic quatbrid stretched his arms out widely, before rubbing the lower half of his face with his chalk coated hand, scratching his neck before letting out a yearn. He tilted his head, narrowing his eyes at what was developing on his canvas. He had little idea on what he wanted to draw, when he began. He merely allowed his mind to wonder, he remembered the time he spent watching his mother during the second world war. The time where she had the best time of her life after a long amount of time existing. It was amazing and thrilling for him to watch. Elizabeth was great friends with David Stirling, and many members of the SAS, she was the most mad, wild and unpredictable out of the lot of them. She was a female version of Klaus, just with an Irish accent - at the time.

Orpheus had chuckled to himself, when he saw the curious look on Klaus' face in that shop in Chicago. Most certainly wondering how his mother had been requited in the regiment during a time when society was very sexist. Little did Klaus or any one else know, Elizabeth was very terrifying when she was enraged, and during the time of the second world war, she had been letting out her anger out on the Germans and Italians. A proud smile crept up his face as he stared at the canvas, it showed a line of jeeps, with men in them. Bren guns and Vickers V machine guns pointing up towards the sky. Elizabeth was at the centre of the canvas, sat in the drivers' seat, an Arabian head scarf rapped around her skull, holding a colt 45 revolver in her hand. Orpheus chuckled, he couldn't wait to see his dad's and granddad's faces when his mother really got enraged and wild, she had been nicknamed 'the mad bastard of Tamet airstrip,' for a reason. A crash downstairs made him frown, pulling his mind to the present. He took out his earbuds and went to investigate.

He glanced around the broken furniture with raised brows and a open mouth, slight shock swirling in his eyes, he turned his head. Gaze locking on the coffins in the room, one of them was open. A smile grazed his face instantly, eyes lighting up; Uncle Kol! Elijah stared at his younger brother, who gazed at him with a determined look. Neither of them had noticed or heard the cosmic original enter yet, "Help me, destroy Stefan, and I promise you our family will be whole again."

"Granddad?"

Klaus' face instantly soften, eyes gliding over to look over Elijah's shoulder. Elijah's jaw dropped, eyes widening. The suited original couldn't believe what he had just heard. He turned, his astonished eyes landed on a inky haired boy, who looked excited for a second. His beaming smile dropped slightly, disappointment filling his eyes. Elijah blinked, his jaw hanging open as he stared at the boy in front of him.

"Aw!" Orpheus huffed, making Klaus chuckle slightly at the cute expression he made, he pouted at his grandfather "What about Kol? Why not Kol? Granddad."

Elijah blinked, shocked, gawking at the boy. Who outright ignored him, and was whining to Klaus because their littlest brother wasn't undaggered. The boy crossed his arms over his chest, dipping his head lightly as he scrowled. Klaus licked his lips, looking at the floor, avoiding his grandson's gaze. He looked like Elizabeth. Elijah glanced at his brother, narrowing his eyes at the fact that - Klaus was refusing to look the child in the eye. He was puzzled, "What?"

"Hello uncle Elijah," the boy smiled at him briefly, before glaring at Klaus, his tone deepening "well granddad, why not awaken uncle Kol, too?"

Elijah blinked, finding himself being reminded of his first actual conversation with his niece. He looked at his little brother, who licked his lips, shifting his gaze to look at the ravenatte, his expression soft, he stepped forward "Orpheus, I understand you're excited to meet Kol, but we must destroy Stefan Salvatore first."

"Fine." Orpheus shurgged his shoulders lightly, narrowing his eyebrows "Let me kill him, then. Or, bless him with the gift of eternal sleeping."

Elijah raised his eyebrows, blinked rapidly. The way Orpheus said it, he said it as if he was telling them it was raining outside. He couldn't believe what was going on in front of him. His brother didn't only have a daughter, but also a grandson. And it seemed to him, that they were both worse or exactly like Klaus, he couldn't take it, his eyes rolled back. Klaus sighed, going to say something but was cut off by Elijah fainting. He and Orpheus merely glanced at the unconscious body of Elijah on the floor, Klaus blinked, mouth hanging open "I knew I should have made a wager with your father."

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Morpheus smiled as he took his ruby out of the crate Elizabeth had found, however his smile dropped when he realized "Something's wrong."

"What is it?" Elizabeth questioned, placing a comforting hand on his arm, peering at the ruby in his hands.

"Someone's altered it." He rasped, eyebrows furrowed as thered glow increased, a strong force shot out. The couple was thrown backwards suddenly. The duo landed on the floor, Morpheus on his back whereas Elizabeth landed on his chest, the endless and tribrid had been knocked unconscious by the blast and the impact.

Elizabeth stroked her swollen stomach as she entered the library, smiling fondly to herself. Her husband had been clinging to her side even more as her pregnancy grew on, never leaving her alone. As much as she appreciated his overprotectiveness, she had begun to mourn her time alone. Thankfully, his appointment with Hob Gadling had rolled around. She scanned the empty library, she halted, eyes fixing on a dark haired man. She blinked, it was odd to find dreamers in this corner of the dreaming.

"Hello."

The man lifted his head, revealing an sharp, square handsome face, his wide brown eyes stared up at the regal woman with slight wonder and curiosity. He had yet to encounter anyone during his time in this new place. This woman stroke him with a sense of familiarity, there was something in her eyes and her smile that rung a bell in his mind. He blinked, mouth gapping "Hello," she bowed her head, taking a seat opposite him, his gaze fell on her pregnant stomach - his little sister would be envious "forgive me, you remind me of someone. Have we met before?"

Elizabeth chuckled light, and shook her head, eyes bright "No, we not. I'm Elizabeth."

"Finn." he smiled "It's nice to make your acquaintance, Elizabeth."

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Klaus frowned at the black chalk on his grandson's cheek, he sighed, licking his thumb before whipping the chalk off a surprised Orpheus - who had jumped at the sudden attention, "Remind me again, why I allowed you join us in this dinner?"

"I threatened to tell mama what we've up to, if you didn't." Orpheus reminded innocently, giggling when his grandfather grumbled. Elijah smiled at the two fondly, as Klaus attempted to clean Orpheus' face of the chalk. He shook his head, he was still shocked but he was coming around to the notion that there wasn't only one relatively one new member of his family, but two. The doorbell rang, the three shared a look, before Klaus pointed at his grandson, a serious expression on his face. Orpheus merely glanced at his threatening finger before raising his eyebrows, "Not a word of this reaches your mother's ears, understand?"

Elijah bit his lip, surpressing a chuckle. His niece really had his brother under her thumb, and his grand-nephew was taking full advantage of the fact. Orpheus nodded stoic, causing Klaus to slightly to relax. Elijah departed to answer the door, missing the kiss his brother planted on his nephew's head. He smirked as his brother led their guests into the room, "Damon. Stefan. Elijah tells me, you seek an audience. Very bold. Let's discuss the terms of our agreement like civilized men. Shall we?"

"It's better to indulge him." Elijah advised calmly, moving forward to take a seat next to his brother as Orpheus observed with boredom.

"I didn't come here to eat, Klaus." Stefan shook his head, "In fact, I didn't want to come here at all. But I was told I had to cause you would hear us out."

"Well, we can sit and eat or I can reach down your throats and pull out your insides. The choice is yours." Klaus smirked devilish, taking his seat with grace, the same grace he passed down to Elizabeth and Orpheus.

"Lost your appetite." He smirked at Stefan, as his grandson went to grasp a cup of wine only for Elijah to pull it out of his reach. Orpheus sighed, glaring at his uncle, who shook his head.

"Eat. I thought we agreed that we would leave the grumpy Stefan at home." Damon grinned making Stefan begin to eat.

"That's the spirit. Isn't it nice? The four of us dining together? Such a treat. Is this what you had in mind when you pulled the dagger from my brother?" Klaus raised his eyebrows, frowning when his grandson jabbed him in the ribs. He looked towards Elijah, who had moved Orpheus' wine from him. Klaus placed his own in front of the inky haired boy.

"Niklaus." Elijah disapproved, giving his brother a look.

"Well, I know how he felt about you, " Damon spoke up, glancing at the youngest original curious, it surprised him how Orpheus had Klaus rapped around his pinky finger "so I figured the more the merrier."

"Well, Elijah and I have has our fair share quarrels over the century, but we always make it through."

"Kind of like you and Rebekah, right?" Stefan remarked, "Where is she by the way? Last I checked she was daggerd because you were afraid face her."

Orpheus shot the youngest Salvatore a dark glare, which made Stefan shrink into his chair. Klaus smirked wildly, as Elijah observed his nephew curiously, the glare on Orpheus' face reminded him of the one he'd seen on the face of the Greek god of sleep, "If you're referring to the fact that Rebekah knows that killed our mother, I've already come clean to Elijah."

"Hey Stef, remember when you kill Dad? It's a bit early for judgements." Damon pointed out, sending his brother a pointed expression.

"We're here to make a deal, Damon. Doesn't mean we need to kiss his ass for seven courses."

"Well, we have a long, evening ahead of us boys." Orpheus' brows furrowed together even more, a dark glint lurking his tearful eyes, "Let's make it more bearable, shall we? Stefan, I suggest you keep your remarks to you're self, and your mouth shut, before I condemn you to Hell for being a pain in the ass."

Klaus smirked, chuckling as Damon gawked at the youngest Mikaelson, he pointed his fork at him, a shiver running down his spine "You're exactly like Lizzie, with that tone but the look in your eyes.."

Orpheus smirked, wickedly "That would be my father, I would say he's worse than my mother, but..." he chuckled "After what I've seen, I'm not even sure which worse than the other. But trust me, I've learnt from the pair of them."

"Stefan. Where's the lovely Elena tonight?" Elijah questioned, attempting to break the tension..

"I don't know, ask Damon."

Klaus laughed amused, rolling his eyes upwards "I'm sorry, you've missed so much. Ah, trouble in paradise."

"One more word about Elena and this dinner's over."

Klaus put his finger to his lips, sharing an amused expression with Orpheus. Elijah winced at the sight, having a huge feeling that when Kol and Elizabeth joined the frey, the four of them would wreak heavoc.

"You know what, probably best to keep Elena in the do-not-discuss pile." Damon said.

"Your probably right." Klaus nodded "It's just the allure of the Petrova doppelgangers still so strong. What do you say brother? Should we tell them about Tatia?"

"Now why should we discuss matters long since resolved?" Elijah questioned, as Orpheus' interest was peaked, he leant forwards, casting a curious look at his grandfather.

"Well, given the fair shared affection for both Elena and Katerina, I think our guests might be curious to learn about the originator of the Petrova line."

"Well, we're not going anywhere, Elijah. Do tell." Damon smirked.

"When our family first settled here, there was a woman named Tatia. She was an exquisite beauty. Every boy of age desired to be her suitor even though she had a child by another man. And none loved her more than Niklaus." Elijah said.

"Oh, I'd say there was one who loved her at least as much." Klaus smirked at his brother.

" I'll mother was a very powerful witch. She sought to end our feud Tatia and so she took her her. Klaus and I would later learn that it was Tatia's blood that we consumed in the wine on the night where our mother perform the spell what you turned us all into vampires. Tatia couldn't make a decision between the two of us. So for a time the Niklaus and I....grew estranged. Harsh words were traded, we even came to blows, we even came to blows, didn't we brother?"

"But in the end we realized the sacred bond of family."

"Family above all." Elijah said as the two brothers raised their glasses to each other, Orpheus tilted his head, brows furrowed in a thoughtful expression. Oddly enough, the new information didn't really surprise him, too much. Perhaps, it was because his aunts, uncles and grandparents on his father's side were all panthropomorphic personifications.

"Family above all." Klaus smirked, nudging his grandson to raise his glass, the trio clinked their glasses together before taking a sip. Orpheus' eyes shifted to the grandfather clock by the wall, memories of his grandfather Time and grandmother Night flashing past his mind. Night's soft smile appeared in his sight, as Time's laughter rung in his ears.

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"Finn. Finn." A young Orpheus chanted, running from his mother's feet towards the dark haired man who had been assisting Lucienne with the books. Finn smiled, turning and chuckling as Orpheus rapped his small arms around his waist.

"Hello, prince Orpheus. Your majesty." He bowed respective to Elizabeth, who smiled, nodding before slipping into a conversation with Lucienne as Orpheus begged Finn to tell him a story from his past.

Elizabeth observed the wreaks around her burn, with hallow eyes. Morpheus' ruby had been destroyed, her husband was as powerful as he was eons ago, yet he was disappointed. She could tell, not only by the expression on his face but also the pit in her stomach. She turned her head to her husband, Morpheus looked at her, having sensed her gaze, with a somber expression. "This isn't your fault, Dream."

He smiled at her light, gaze at her "Tomorrow, the rebuilding will begin. In this realm and in ours. But tonight at least...humanity, werewolves, witches and vampires will sleep in peace." He offered his arm to her, which she took with a smile, they turned and walked away.

"Our realm?" Elizabeth queried, gazing at his side profile curious.

He dipped his head, turning it and he casted his intrigued eyes on her face "You are my queen, Elizabeth Mikaelson, my realm and my being belong to you."

"I thought I forfeited it, a long time, after I left." She said truthfully, gazing at him with a surprised expression.

Morpheus smiled, eyes soft "You never stopped being the dreaming's queen, dearest, loveliest Elizabeth."

She smiled, gazing at him, she halted causing him to do the same. She racked her eyes over his face, slowly inching closer before kissing his lips. He hummed, rapping an arm around her waist, kissing her back. They rested their noses and foreheads together, eyes drowning in one another's own. Elizabeth let out softly "It's time we see what our son and dad have done."

"Trouble." Morpheus chuckled amused "That's what they've done."

Elizabeth laughed at that.

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"What have you done?" Klaus inquired fearful, staring at the three silver daggers on the tray with wide eyes. Orpheus observed with narrowed eyes and brows, gripping at the arms of his chair.

"What have you done? You see, I've learned not to trust your vulgar promises, Klaus." Elijah sneered, glaring at his brother, the only regret he had about his plan was the involvement of his grand-nephew. Who he didn't even dare to glance at, he winced at the burn of his glare on his being "We're doing this on my terms now."

A dark brunette, handsome man coated in old clothing stalked into the room, his narrowed eyes glued on the blonde hybrid "Kol," Klaus gasped, Orpheus inched forward, his excitement being buried under his worry for his grandfather.

"Long time, brother." Kol smirked wickedly as Klaus began to back away, only to be stabbed in the hand by another man, dressed in ancient clothing. Orpheus' glare fell for a split second, at the sight of the man who had lived in the dreaming since he could remember, the man who told him stories of the waking world. His glare returned, darker than before.

"Finn, don't!" Klaus shouted.

"You're free to go." Elijah smirked, looking towards Stefan and Damon "This is family business."

The two blurred away, not wanting to be caught in the crossfire. Rebekah entered, holding a dagger, stalking towards Klaus - who withheld back by Kol and Finn. Something snapped in the cosmic being, "Enough."

The siblings froze, as Klaus let out a breath. Slowly the siblings turned to the source of the enraged voice. Klaus felt pride swell into his chest, as his sibling cowered at the raw power that crashed against them, gazes turning to the boy sat at the table. A dark, eerie glower on his face, stars were beginning to glimmer in his tearful eyes. Finn's jaw dropped realizing who he was, he frowned why would the prince of the dreaming be doing with his brother? Elijah gulped, taking a step back as Rebekah's gaze soften. Kol narrowed his eyes, eyebrows scrunching together. Who was this pale and inky haired boy, who's glare seemed so familiar? The seemingly eighteen year old man, rose from his chair with regality and grace "Let him go."

"Orpheus..." Elijah let out uneasily, causing Finn, Kol and Rebekah to look at him a stranged, never in thousand years had their brother remotely be openly weary of anyone, other than their father. Kol shifted his gazed on to Orpheus, his curiosity peaked even more.

Orpheus glared at him, the shadows seemed to cling to him, his eyes were slowly mirroring stars. It was eerie. Klaus was both proud and threaten, his eyes darted over his siblings, ready to fight if one of them so much as moved an inch towards his grandson. Elijah shivered, seeing both his niece and the Greek god of sleep in his grand-nephew. "Enough." Orpheus rasped, like his father "Let him go, before I force you apart."

The siblings stared at him, shocked. Rebekah lowered her dagger, as Finn let go of Klaus. Elijah stepped towards Orpheus, however he froze when Klaus sped in his path, flashing his hybrid face at him. Kol frowned, confused as to why his brother was so protective of this boy - Orpheus.

"What is this?"

All eyes turned to the entrance, gazes fixing on a raven haired, pale skinned man and a brunette, chocolate eyed woman. Rebekah smiled at the sight of her niece, however her smile fell at the unsettling glare that crept on to her niece's face. Kol narrowed his eyes, the look in the woman's eyes, the glare and the structure of her face it was familiar, so familiar it was eerie, very eerie. Morpheus took a slight step forward, waiting for what his wife suggested. Elizabeth's eyes darken at the sight of Klaus flashing his hybrid at Elijah, standing in front of her son protectively. She arched her head, with grace and regality. A low growl slipping from her lips. Morpheus took that a sign to act, declaring in eerie tone "Step away from my child, Elijah Mikaelson."

Klaus relaxed slightly, his gaze shifting to his daughter and son-in-law, who stood before them like the king and queen they were. Elizabeth stepped into the room, she glanced over her aunt and uncles with a narrow glare, before settling her gaze on Orpheus and Klaus. Kol tilted his head, intrigued. She arched her head, raising her brows "What is the meaning of this?"

Orpheus and Klaus both instantly pointed at Elijah, declaring truthfully, in unison "It's his fault."

Elizabeth's gaze turned sharply to Elijah, as Morpheus stepped forward, walking through the crowd of confused originals to stand behind his wife, a mirroring dark glare on his face. Elijah licked his lips, bowing his head, cowering before the couple. Kol smirked slowly, enjoying the sight, he glanced at Morpheus and Elizabeth, before looking at Klaus. His eyes widened, picking up on it all instantly, his jaw fell open as he stared at Elizabeth. She was his niece.