While it had been just a week on earth, it had been months in Hell and Alvaro had been enjoying himself. Despite the side-glares Lillith threw his way, and the demons who trembled in his presence. But that didn't stop one demon from trying to talk to him.

Caliban had been trying to get into his good graces, why? The Mikaelson didn't know nor cared why, he just ignored him...or injured him gravely, every now and then. He remembered when Caliban had first attempted to offer his friendship to him.

He offered it at the banquet Lucifer had ordered, to celebrate his daughter's return. Speaking of Lucifer, when he and Morgana strolled into the throne-room, the oldest Morningstar had almost killed him.

Lucifer sat on the golden throne, the fire crackled as he thought on to himself. Many humans had just arrived in Hell, the demons were hard at work with the new arrivals.

The fallen archangel wondered what the heaven was going on up there, on earth. First one of the Petrova doppelgangers popped down, then went back only to appear again. And in a horrific state, he and Lillith had gone to have look...(or in there case fun.)

They knew it was the latest doppelganger, the one who had been causing trouble for their daughter. And naturally they wanted to give a piece of their mind before she returned to the land of the living. Only to find someone else had beaten them to the bunch.

Lucifer was quite impressed himself at the individual's handy work, Lillith had smirked at the sight, but mentioned how who ever did it could have at least pulled some body parts off. Soon that came quite the topic of conversation, the state of the doppelganger's body.

The demons murmured about it to themselves as they went about their life and work. The sound of the doors opening pulled the Morningstar back to the present, a glare formed on his features as a very cocky vampire strided in with a huge smirk on his face.

"Give me one reason why I shouldn't kill you now?" He questioned, hands resting on the shining golden arms.

Alvaro's smirk broadened as his eyes sparkled "Oh because, I come bring the most greatest gift in the cosmos."

Lucifer arched an eyebrow at him just before Alvaro stepped aside to reavel a smiling Morgana, Lucifer's eyes widened before he shot to his feet. He ran to his daughter, but she collided with him first.

Arms rapped his torso, the side of her face buried into his chest as Lucifer hugged her back, stroking her raven locks which she inherited from him. He closed his eyes, placing a kiss on her head before lightly resting his chin on her head.

He blinked small tears away before his rich brown orbs landed on Alvaro, who bowed light flashing a smile towards him, which caused him to narrow his eyes.

"Oh and, I kind of mangled up the doppelwhore's insides." He grinned, as Lucifer's face fell in shock before slowly smirking slyly. The Mikaelson grinned with great pride as the doors opened.

Lillith walked in but halted at the sight of Alvaro, she raised an eyebrow "What are you doing here?"

"Oh. Come now, Lillith." Lucifer drew her attention towards himself "He's the one who killed the doppelganger." He smiled as he said "Also he's brought home very special cargo."

Lillith looked at him with confusion but her eyes widened when, Lucifer finally let go of their daughter, Morgana smiled at her mother, who stood shell shocked before rushing forward hand hugged her.

"By the way, dad." Morgana smiled at him after Lillith had finished fussing over non-existent injuries "Would you, possibly be open to...housing my friend here." Lucifer's face fell into a bewildered frown as Lillith's eyes narrowed sharply, before Lucifer looked at Alvaro, who simply smiled at him "For a while."

"What." Her parents said pointedly, eyeing between the two, as Morgana looked at them pleadingly and Alvaro tried to look innocent "Fine." Lucifer groaned lightly, making Lillith sharply turn her head to glare at him.

Alvaro lazily had his legs propped up on a stoll, his feet crossed over the other lightly, a book in his hands as Morgana sat on the sofa, her legs were bent, supporting her sketchbook as she causally sat against the arm.

"'All right,' replied the Demon King, with a magnificent, careless gesture. 'Well, you get back in the chorus then,' said the stage-manager to the Wesleyan baritone. 'That'll do me champion,' said the gentleman, with a sigh of relief. He was not ambitious. 'All ready.'" Alvaro read aloud, as the Morningstar glanced between himself and her sketchbook, he caught her on occasion but didn't say anything.

They were both dressed in causal and comfortable clothes, a deep chocolate furry blanket lay over their legs. They were in Alvaro's room, surprisingly he had been treated quite nicely in his stay. But.

There was one but. And that was the lying tyrant, who he disowned after he disowned Rebekah. Klaus had rung him on the odd occasion, but he never answered, he was aware that Klaus might of asked Morgana to talk him into talking with his brother.

But she hadn't, maybe she was waiting for the right moment. Although he did feel that the break from earth had maded him feel better, but he had always been stubborn.

He peered at the Morningstar on his right, observing as she waved the pencil along the piece of paper at a small pace. She was lightly biting her bottom lip as her eyes glittered.

"Oh. Stop it." She said, not looking up from the paper.

He arched an eyebrow "I didn't say anything."

"But you thought," she gave him a look briefly before, her gaze flickered back to the page.

He stared at her dumbfounded, before a idea came to his mind "Telepathy?"

She gave him a crooked grin "Yep, father has it two."

"What else did you inherit from him?" He asked curiously, he knew very little about angels.

"I don't know." She admitted "Telekinesis, manipulation of the elements, teleportation." She shrugged.

"So, you and Lucifer may, quite probably...share the same weaknesses?" He questioned, wearily.

"Most possibly." Her eyes flickered up, meeting his concerned brown ones with a wicked glint "Why, worried about little old me, pretty boy?"

His eyes darkened with mischief "Oh. I don't know, maybe. Afterall, your on our side."

"Our side?" She questioned with a raised eyebrow, her head cocked to the side before straightening her leg, resting her foot on Alvaro's thigh.

He placed his hand around it from above the blanket, as he smiled at her "Us against the world, my queen. Us against the world."

She smiled at him, eyes shining. He wouldn't stop calling her that, even though he wasn't technically one of her subjects.

He turned back to his book "'The violins began playing a shivery sort of music, and up the curtain went. The six attendant demons, led by the Wesleyan, who was in good voice now that he felt such a sense of relief, told the audience who they were and hailed their monarch in appropriate form. The Demon King, towering above them-'"

He was interrupted by Morgana's mother, who stormed into the room. It seemed she always seemed to know where her daughter was, probably because he and Morgana had been spending every waking hour together.

The Mikaelson and Morningstar duo looked at her questionably as she addressed her only daughter.

"I can't believe your father," the two glanced at each other before looking back at Lillith, who threw her hands up in disbelief "Oh. You don't know."

"Know what?" Alvaro questioned.

"Your father is letting your sister marry that," Lillith's eyes widened in disgust "clay prince."

"What?" Alvaro lifted his eyebrows as Morgana sighed.

"And why are you bringing it to us?"

"Because, you are his favourite." Lillith looked at her daughter, determinedly "He'll listen to you."

"Mother, look at it this way. He won't spoil the bloodline and, he has no family who would try to wrest control of the throne."

Alvaro looked between the two demonesses, it was truly creepy how alike the two were "That's exactly what he said!"

The ravenette sighed defeatedly "I'll speak to him, but I can't promise anything."

"Very well." Lillith nodded before leaving as Alvaro peered at the infernal beside him "Now what's she gonna do?"

"Probably go to Sabrina's aunts, then attempt to inlist Kol and Rebekah's help." She shrugged as if it were nothing.

His scrunched eyebrows together "Why'd you reckon that?"

Morgana's icy blue and green sea orbs snapped up to meet his sharply "Because that's exactly what I'd do."

He rolled his eyes before attempting to grab her sketchbook, but she pulled it out of his reach "Nice try, pretty boy."

He smirked devilishly, before leaping forward and tickled her, causing her to scream in fright. He laughed triumphantly, making a grab for it, only for Morgana to roll them off the sofa.

Making him call out in shock. He tried to reached the book but Morgana pulled him back by the fabric of his shirt. He lightly clawed at her arm, that lay snaked around his neck as his head rested on her shoulder.

"Oh, come on." He playfully whined, she was hardly choking him "I just wanna a peek."

"You'll have to wait." She smirked cheekily.

"Ugh, we have been through this already!" Hilda complained to her sister, from behind her nephew who was half listening as he peered over Harvey's drawings.

Rebekah sat on Ambrose's right, adorned in his black and red dressing gown with a cup of tea in her hand, watching the two sisters as they argued.

"All I want is a nice, quiet, family wedding with a few friends," Hilda said in frustration "a small ceremony right here in our parlor, and candles, and a fire, and everyone dressed as their favourite movie monsters."

"I think that sounds lovely." Rebekah smiled, making the witch smile greatfully back at her, Rebekah had grown to love the Hilda in her short time of knowing her.

Although he didn't comment on it, it had warmed Ambrose's heart when Hilda had ushered the Mikaelson sister into a room before bringing a cup of hot chocolate and a pjymas set. On the night he brought her home. Hilda, even Zelda had been mothering both Kol and Rebekah ever since they arrived.

"Please do stop bleating, sister. You'll give me a migraine." Zelda said, putting out her ciggarate as Hilda and Ambrose threw their heads back in disbelief whilst Rebekah closed her eyes.

"Morning." Sabrina greeted, entering the parlor sending a smile towards Rebekah, who gladly returned it.

"Yes, hello." Hilda greeted her niece.

"Is everything okay?" Sabrina asked, sitting down opposite the original vampire as she looked between her aunts.

"Yes, it's fine." Hilda reasured as Rebekah hid a smile in her cup, it made her remember the times when Alvaro and Nik would bicker when they were human, it never took long for Kol to join in to "You know, well, it's hunky-dory, actually, because your Aunt Zee wants to make my wedding all about her."

"Hilda?"

"Yes?"

"As High Priestess of the Order of Hecate," Zelda layed down her newspaper before clawing her left hand on to her right arm, which was bent upwards holding her ciggarate holder "it is my solemn duty to officiate the weddings and funerals of all my congregation. You, despite what you may think, are no exception."

"Right. Fine." Hilda grunted before looking at her niece "Sabrina, I was just wondering if in the reception afterwards, which is gonna be at Dorian's, which you must not commander, Spellman," she pointed at Zelda, giving her a glare briefly before looking back at Sabrina "um, I was wondering if Harvey and his little band might like to play for us."

"Yeah," Sabrina nodded "I can ask. Sure."

"And my loveliest, prettiest, beautifulest niece," she walked forward placing her hands over Sabrina's "I was just wondering if you might be my flower girl and maybe do a little toast?"

"Aunt Hilda, I'd be honored." The 16 year old smiled.

"Thank you." Hilda smiled happily.

"Oh. Now before I forget, Sister," Zelda said "we must exorcise your groom's sex demon once and for all."

Rebekah looked at Ambrose thrown off, but he just shook his head giving her look which said 'You don't wanna know, trust me.'

"Damascus steel won't do much good on your wedding night, and the last thing you want is to be torn limb from limb by an incubus." She finished just before the telephone rang.

"Oh, hang on." Hilda said, heading for the phone as Kol strided into the room "Morning all," he picked up a piece of toast before sitting next to his sister, he looked towards Zelda "did I forget to mention. I could marry your sister and the shopkeeper."

"You don't have a licence, brother." Rebekah looked at her pointedly.

But Kol just shrugged her off "I can apply for one or something, can't I?"

"Your eager to get involved with our ways." Sabrina noted, with a smile as he looked at her cheekily.

"What?" He questioned, feigning a sense of being offended by her statement "Your kind of witches are more interesting, plus we even be family someday because of my brother."

"Well, it's kind of you to offer but not this time," Zelda said "Although. If you're so interested you could enrolled in the Academy, you could learn more and we can learn about the magicks you've picked up through the years."

"I'd like that." Kol smiled, practically bouncing in his seat as his sister shook her head at him fondly.

"Yes, bring them around. We'll take care of them." All heads turned to Hilda "Bye." She hung up before looking at Ambrose solemnly "Oh. Ambrose, your gonna be busy. That was the coroner's office. They're bringing a handful of bodies."

"A handful?"

"Yeah." Hilda clarified.

Salem meowed as a knock on the door sounded.

"I'll get that." Sabrina said, getting up from her seat.

She opened the door to reveal Lillith on her doorstep, Lillith tilted her head as she side-eyed her "Sabrina?"

"Lillith? What are you doing here?"

"I came to see if your aunts-" she leaned over to the side, to look over Sabrina's shoulder before standing properly "-could possibly talk some sense into you about this preposterous wedding of yours."

"Right." The white haired woman said, after clearing her throat.

"But since I just left Hell where you were just tasting wedding cakes, and your sister playing about with Alvaro, I suspect we'll be having a different conversation now, won't we?" Lillith said pointedly as Sabrina looked at her, eyes like a child who had been caught trying to steal cookies.

"Two Sabrinas meeting in secret?" The Morningstar woman demanded as the two walked towards the funeral  car "You really are something, you know that?" She turned to stand in front of the teenager "Even with that yellow room of yours, your still risking a temporal paradox."

"Well, I doubt we'll be meeting that much anymore now that Sabrina's marrying Caliban." Sabrina repiled.

"Oh, you don't approve?" Lillith sounded surprised, before beginning to taunt her "Are you jealous of Sabrina Morningstar's happiness, your sister's happiness? She's got a realm to rule, they've got handsome beaus..."

"I'm not jealous." She turned to face her.

"Really?" Lillith lifted her head, placing a hand on her hip looking down at the Spellman with disbelief.

"How can I be jealous of myself?" She held her arms out "I just don't want Sabrina to marry the wrong guy is all."

"Well, imagine that. For once, we are aligned." Lillith said.

"No," Sabrina denyed "despite what Sabrina says, he's not a good guy."

"Ooh, we could kill him!" Lillith suggested.

"W-we could, and that's not off the table, but...maybe we should try to break them up first." Lillith sighed with disappointment "Have Caliban meet me at the Academy." Sabrina smiled "He needs to know exactly what he's getting himself into."

Caliban and Sabrina (Spellman) sat on the steps before the Academy as Prudence stood before them with Kol by her side, it seemed the Mikaelson wanted nothing more than, to terrorize the clay prince for what he had done to him.

"The thing about our Dark Mother is," The tan witch purred, hands behind her back as Kol grinned from behind her "Hecate requires very specific devotion from the men who worship her."

Lies all lies, but the look on the demon's face was worth it.

"Which is what?" Caliban asked Sabrina, as the original chuckled.

"Well, put plainly, the men in the Order of Hecate must be-" the Mikaelson joined her in saying "-gelded."

Caliban laughed before noticing the seriously look on Prudence's face and the grin on Kol's "You're joking?"

"Not a bit." She shook her head, a wide wicked grin on her lips as she moved forward "In fact, I am the woman Hecate entrusted-" Kol chuckled with pride "-with the sacred supplication of our male cohorts."

She placed her heel on the step as the last word left her lips, she smiled as she gestured to herself with her hand "A role I gladly embrace."

Kol neared the scene as Prudence pulled out a long knife, god he loved this witch.

Caliban humed looking at the knife wearily as Prudence chuckled, stroking the blade light "Your sacrifice will be completed in a matter of seconds."

"We'll heat the blade, of course." Kol added, causing Caliban to gulp looking towards him as he stalked towards him only to stop before Prudence, he placed his boot on the step between Caliban's feet and leaned an arm on his own knee, he leaned his face forward, so their faces were inches apart "Payment for trapping me in a cave for a thousand or odd years."

Ambrose, Rebekah and Salem stood or in the familiar's case sat in the embalming room, the warlock was all gerded up "Five corpses, Salem, Bekah...all without their hearts missing." He noted grossed out.

Salem meowed before he carried on "Alas, yes, they..." he inhaled.

"Were still alive when their hearts were removed." Rebekah finished for him, seeing his discomfort, she looked at him "Maybe they saw who did."

"You're right." He walked forward as she observed him curiously before gagging as he pulled out their eyes, wincing at squelching before laying them on a tray "And with a bit of necromancy, I can extract an image of what they witnessed...as they perished."

Rebekah inched towards the trays as he pulled the last eye out "So, it's easy as developing a photograph then?"

"Yes." He smirked, before casting a spell, Rebekah pulled one of the photographs out and hung it up as he did the same.

The warlock and original duo peered at the two images, they showed the exact same individual.

"Ambrose," Sabrina's voice called from upstairs "can we come down? We need you."

"Uh..." he trialled off, struggling to find the appropriate words.

"As long as whoever your with isn't squeamish." Rebekah called back, not removing her eyes from the pictures.

"Wait," Rebekah said, pointing at one of Harvey's drawings which lay in Ambrose's grasp "could this represent that eldritch terror you fought, what was it....Darkness?"

Ambrose narrowed his eyes, peering at it closely "Absolute Darkness?"

"Hold on." Roz said, drawing the duo's attention "This is the guy from last night. Ambrose...." She looked between the blonde and the warlock "where did you get these?"

"These photos are the last images beheld by these poor unfortunate souls before their hearts were ripped out." Ambrose explained.

"That could have been us." Harvey realized in discomfort.

"What was different about your encounter?" Rebekah inquired, looking between the two "What gave him the reason to let you live?"

"I don't know, I just got a vib that we should let him in." Roz said.

"You showed him kindness, hospitality..." Ambrose murmured before sighing "Would you be so kind to.." he gestured to the bodies.

"She turned the begger away..." She said breathlessly, after doing her gift "She didn't invite him in, like we did."

"That's why he ripped their hearts out." Sabrina concluded.

"Because they were heartless." Ambrose said with dread "Sweet Satan, I believe this is the work of another eldritch terror."

"But which one?" The original furrowed her brows.

"Well, if the vagrant you met is a physical manifestation of a terror, he could be the Unwashed, the Unloved, Unwanted-"

"Uninvited?" Rebekah added, catching his eye before Harvey held up a drawing.

"Harvey Kinkle, you brilliant squire. We can...We can use your drawings to identify the terrors yet to come." Ambrose said "How many of those did you draw?"

"Um...eight altogether."

"Eight drawings, eight potential terrors. One of them currently running amok in Greendale." Ambrose theorized.

"What should we do?" Roz asked "Should we warn people?"

"As mortals, you can't do much against an eldritch terror, and as for a vampire-" he said, almost sensing Rebekah's oncoming question "-even an original I don't know, maybe more of an advantage. They're not monsters."

"So what, they're entities beyond human and possibly any other supernatural comprehension?" Rebekah inquired.

"Probably."

"We helped against the Darkness." Harvey pointed out.

"That is ture." The warlock admitted "All right,...uh...All right. We witches-" Rebekah poked his arm light "-and vampires will formulate a plan, and we will come to you, when the time is right. But within the meantime, gird yourselves, friends."

Rebekah tilted her head as he continued "There is another war brewing, I'm afraid, in the far reaches of the cosmos, where I can already hear the steady beating of apocalyptic drums."

He licked his lips before peering at the Mikaelson with somberly eyes "I'm afraid you escaped one war, only to walk into another one Bekah."

Sabrina narrowed her eyes, looking between the vampire and her cousin.

"Though our friend looks like a vagrant," Ambrose said as he and Rebekah handed out copies of Harvey's drawing "our strong suspicion is that he is an eldritch terror...possibly the Uninvited."

"He kills anyone who doesn't let him through their door." Rebekah added.

"With a foul face like that, who could blame them?" Dorian inquired as Morgana rolled her eyes "Says the one couldn't bare the thought of growing old."

Dorian playfully stuck his tongue at her causing her to grin before he poked her, Rebekah had managed to rope her in to coming before she got Alvaro to cover for her to her father.

"If this gentleman knocks on our door, we must let him in." Rebekah informed before Ambrose took over "We tell him we're saving him a seat, which we will do."

"All other strangers, who may or may not be inhabited by a stray incubus, are not to enter." Zelda instructed sternly.

"Sabrina." Dorian pointed his paper to her lightly "You and Nicholas are on door duty."

After Hilda's wedding, Morgana departed back to Hell after giving her good wishes, the party went to Dorian's. And apart from Sabrina's awkward speech it was fine, until the incubus made it's appearance. Who unrevealed the Uninvited.

"Stranger revealed thyself!" Zelda chanted.

Dorian, Kol, Prudence and Sabrina who were directly in front of the eldritch terror stepped back from the horrible smell.

"Alright." Dorian growled "Come on now, lad. You've had your fun."

Kol stepped forward, into the path between with a intimidating glare "This is a private event, and we have a very strict dress code."

The Uninvited simply raised his hand and pulled out his heart. Okay that kinda trumps what Klaus did to him. Rebekah and Prudence screamed for him as he fell on to the floor, it would take quite a while for his heart to grow back.

"I thought Originals were the closed thing to immortality?" Nicholas questioned.

"They are," Dorian answered "but It'll take a long time for Kol's heart to grow back."

The Uninvited made them contribute to a toast before Sabrina convinced him to go to Hell with her, to a wedding where no-one would turn him away.

Morgana and Lucifer strolled along heading towards Sabrina's room "Is the most beautiful bride in the realm ready for unholy-"

"Why are we seeing double?" Morgana questioned as they halted in the room to find, not one but two Sabrina's "What did you do, sister?"

"What game are you playing at?" Lucifer asked looking between the two.

"It's no game, Dad, sister." Sabrina (Morningstar) said from her chair "There are two of us, and it's a complicated story."

"I knew it. On the balcony for your coronation, I knew you were hiding something from me, but this..." Lucifer growled.

"You can be mad at us all you want, Dad." Sabrina (Spellman) spoke up "But right now, we have a big problem."

"Oh." Morgana's eyebrows went upwards in disbelief and worry "Don't tell me, you brought it here?"

"Brought what here?" Lucifer looked between his now three daughters.

"There's an eldritch terror in the throne room." Sabrina in the purple dress informed "The Uninvited. And we have to stop him somehow, kill him."

"You can't kill an eldritch terror." Lucifer said "They are horror incarnate. The idea of horror with enough power to tear through all realms. Including this one."

"What about trapping it?" The two said at the same time.

"In theory, perhaps you could-"

"But an Acheron wouldn't do it?" Morgana guessed, Lucifer nodded "So you'd need a prison that exists outside of time and space?"

"Hold on." Sabrina said turning to the other Sabrina "I think I gave you one earlier today."

"If you're thinking what I'm thinking, I think you did."

"What are you two on about?" Morgana inquired.

And the Sabrinas told them their plan, and now all of the Morningstars including the newest one stood, chanting over the yellow, toy house. After Sabrina Spellman came out of it.

"What now?"

"You leave, interloper." Lucifer declared from his eldest's side.

"And for the sake of the cosmos," Morgana said, lacking any emotion in her voice staring down at her with hard eyes "henceforth you two sisters of mine are forbidden from ever seeing each other again."

"I banish you, false daughter, from my realm." Lucifer declared clearly, unknowingly causing Alvaro's head to turn from book, only to shrug and turn his attention back to the book "Return at your own peril." He glanced down at the house but his daughter beat him to it.

"And take the house with you, love." Morgana ordered smooth but firmly "No eldritch terror shall reside in Hell."

The two Sabrinas hugged before Spellman left. Morgana walked into the throne room to find Alvaro sat on it. She couldn't keep the smile from her face as he stared down at the book in his lap.

"Comfortable are we?"

He turned his head and a crooked grin graced his lips "Very. I'm surprised, almost concerned about the fact, that I'm getting away with things like this."

"Lucky. Your very lucky, that's all I'll say." She replied.

He nodded to the right, briefly closing his eyes as he shruggled, before proceeding to gaze at her with narrowed eyes "Oh. I think luck's got nothing to do with it. You on the other hand."

She lifted her head as well as her eyebrows "Really? Me?"

He bounced his eyebrows, a small smile still on his lips "You. I think your behind it."

"And what-" she walked forward, crossing her arms over chest as she came to a stop "-makes you assume that."

He stared at her with an indestructible glint in his eyes "Probably because you're the only thing standing in the way of your mother, your father from killing me."

She narrowed her eyes at him, they stared at one another before he spoke again "I take it, the Uninvited or whatever is gone?"

"Yep."

"Good," he threw the book into a random corner before taking his legs of the armrest and processed to spin off the throne "because I never got to ask you."

"Ask me what?" She arched an eyebrow, a wicked glint in her eye as he strolled towards her.

She lifted her head as he stopped before her, he looked down at the Morningstar with a look he never had before. He held out a hand to her.

"Will you dance with me, Morgana Morningstar?"

She half narrowed one eye as a smile creeped on her face "I will-" she took hold his hand "-Alvaro."

He beamed before spinning her around.