𝕶𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖎𝖔𝖕𝖊 𝕸𝖎𝖐𝖆𝖊𝖑𝖘𝖔𝖓, 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖔𝖗𝖎𝖌𝖎𝖓𝖆𝖑 𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊𝖙𝖎𝖈 - 𝖓𝖔𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖎𝖔𝖚𝖘 𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝖗𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖑𝖊𝖘𝖘 𝖕𝖎𝖗𝖆𝖈𝖞  - 𝖘𝖙𝖔𝖔𝖉 𝖇𝖊𝖘𝖎𝖉𝖊 𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝖇𝖗𝖔𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗. Staring at her flame redheaded one-night stand, with a bewildered expression. As he gazed at her with an unreadable one, but his eyes were soft behind his sunglasses. Her own eyes glassy, she shook her head.

"It's not possible."

•______𝕮______•

Crowley didn't appreciate being summoned by a coven of witches at all. Only two weeks into the rest of his - new - free life from what he'd been told to do centuries ago, and he had been disturbed. As annoyed as the demon was, he couldn't rapped his head around why a bunch of witches had summoned him. It wasn't like he actually dedicated much effort to his ex-job, in the means of doing people favours. Yet, his questions remained unanswered. Why had they chosen to summon him?

Why was the coven of witches holding him - and a young werewolf girl - prisoner? And, why the hell - heaven - somewhere - he'd been landed in this mess? The demon sighed, slumpping against the brick wall. He was suppost to be enjoying his life, not being held captive by a bunch of witches. However, he had noticed the glares, repulsed scrowls and dirty looks they sent his way.

Or, how they avoided all means of communication with him. Only speaking to him, when necessary. One minute he had been stood in his kitchen in his flat in Soho. Debating which bottle of wine to crack open. Only to feel hisself being transported, and appearing in the middle of a pentagram of salt, the next. Naturally, his first question - well, following an outburst of 'Whot?' - had been why was he there?

Yet, they refused to enlighten him. Hell, the werewolf girl had more luck getting anwsers out of the irrating band of witches. He exhaled a sigh, with fustration, listening to the werewolf's uneasy movements on the dirty floor. He blinked, returning back to reality after her nervous footsteps ceased. Four witches were nearing them. He raised an eyebrow, as the werewolf girl shifted her weight in her stance.

•______𝕮______•

"Until my sister Jane-Anne met a girl, a werewolf passing through the Quarter from a small town in Virginia. She had a special connection to your brother." Sophie explained to the noble original, who's frown deepened with her next words "Have you seen signs? Spilt ink. Black cats crossing people's paths more frequently. The shooting stars? The blood moon in the sky three weeks ago? Even the humans felt something shift. Your brother isn't the only one with a special connection." The original's brows furrowed "There's been whispers of your sister, the heretic, passing through Soho. Where she met someone, - a peculiar type of creature."

"What kind of connection?" The suited brunette original, questioned intrigued - and slightly worried of what trouble his sister and brother had caused.

"Apparently," the Deveraux witch approached the final part of her explation carefully, knowing full well how unreal it sounded "both of your siblings spent some time with this man and woman. One thing lead to another. Now, this special werewolf girl, she's pregant and the father of the child she's carrying, is your brother Klaus." He gaped "And, along side this all. The peculiar creature, he's the father of the child your sister Kalliope is carrying."

"It's impossible." He denied, taking a step forward, with a slight shake of his head.

"Nothing's impossible," Sophie countered "especially when it comes to them. Think about it. They call Klaus the hybrid, and Kalliope the heretic, right. Bring them out!"

The original turned, watching as two sets of witches lead out a cautious werewolf brunette and a irrated redhead wearing sunglesses - despite the fact that the sky was crowned in blackness. He gawked, at the sound of the double heartbeat coming from the she-wolf. And his eyes narrowed at the faint whisper of Kalliope's scent all over the demon.

"Who the hell are you?"

•______𝕮______•

"So, have they been holding you against your will?" The suited original - who introduced himself as Elijah - questioned, looking between the pair.

Crowley rolled his eyes, shaking his head "No, of course not! We merely waltzed by and decided to join the party." He remarked.

The werewolf blinked, burning a hole into the demon's face. Shocked at how carelessly he was, speaking to an original. Who - as far as she knew - could kill him with milliseconds. However, Elijah merely frowned "Why is it you young ones forget your manners so easily?" He questioned rhetorically.

Crowley laughed, shaking his head "I'm older than I look. Way older." He crossed his arms over his chest, tilting his head, ignoring the thoughtful looks he received "Why are they holding us captive, anyway?"

Elijah's face became curious "I believe, you know my sister." Crowley's brows furrowed around the frames of his glasses "Unstable. Dark blonde hair. Often dreams of causing Klaus a great deal of trouble-"

"Beautiful. Amazing in bed." He nodded "Kalliope, ye'h, hardly forgot about her - hang on," his arms fell to his sides, his face falling into an astonished expression "Oh, Kalliope Mikaelson." He blinked, the realisation of the fact that, he had not simply slept with someone but with the heretic. Hit him like a train running into a brick wall.

"Yes," Elijah nodded, taking note of the demon's words of his sister "The witches believe, I believe - judging from the fact you're covered in Kalliope's scent -" Crowley's brows reached his hairline, glancing down at his body, breifly. As a odd feeling coursed through his insides ''that she's carrying your child."

"Wot?!" The flame haired demon exclaimed, with disbelief, his tone grew higher in pitch on the word "Me, a...is this a trick? Is this the thanks I get?!" He turned, throwing his head back before proceeding to shout to up the heaven "Is this your great plan! Wasn't preventing Armageddon enough! You hear me, God?!"

"That's not nice."

Crowley turned sharply, head snapping to meet the werewolf's gaze as Elijah grew more and more intrigued "I'm a demon. I'm not NICE!"

The original blinked, gapping "You're a demon?" He repeated, not quite believing his words. The demon glared, before flashing his snake form at them. Making the werewolf scream. Even Elijah jumped out of his skin "It can't be possible. I get your lot are the original vampires but -" he paused in thought. There always miracles, or was this God's ineffable plan, Aziraphale was so passionate about?

"He has a point," the werewolf mother  added, feeling just as confused as the redheaded demon "vampires are dead. They can't conceive children."

"Perhaps," Elijah drawled, drawing their attention "if you knew my brother and sister's story. It might explain how this is possible." He gestured for the other male to join them as he sat down on the bench. The demon reluctantly conformed. Chosing to stand in front of them, declining Elijah's outstretched hand with a shake of his head. Crowley knew of the originals' story, well, the overview of it.

"What are you doing?" The werewolf questioned, recoiling away from his reach.

"Relax, if you open your mind to me, I can show you." Elijah reasured, causing the she-wolf to nod, closing her eyes "In the beginning, our family was human...a thousand years ago. Although, our mother dabbled in the dark arts, we were merely a family attempting to survive during a time when it was difficult to do so. And, for better or worse. We were happy. That is, however, until one night, our youngest brother was killed by our village's greatest threat. Men that could transform themselves into wolves during the full moon. Our family was devastated, none more than Niklaus. Despite to protect the rest of us, our father forced our mother to call upon her dark magic in order to make us stronger. Thus, the first vampires were born. But with this speed, this strength, this immortality, came a terrible hunger. No one felt this hunger more than Niklaus."

Crowley frowned, tilting his head and turning to look at the pair - having grown bored the demon took to kicking at the dirt, and 'accidently' knocking pots and unlit candles on to the floor. His brows furrowed, what about Kalliope? He wondered.

"After his first kill, we knew what he truly was. He wasn't just a vampire." Elijah withdrew his hands, opening his eyes. As did the werewolf mother "He was also a werewolf. That's how the werewolf curse works, it doesn't activate until you take a life."

"Niklaus was the result of an indiscretion our mother had hidden from us all. An affair, with a werewolf like yourself. Infuriated by this betrayed, our father forced our mother to cast a spell that would suppress Klaus' werewolf side, denying him any connection with his true self."

"Your dad was a dick. I'm Hayley, by the way." She offered her hand to the amused original, shaking it as she introduced herself "You should know my name if you're gonna tell me your whole life story."

Elijah smiled, before turning his head towards the direction of the demon. He frowned slightly at the sudden mass behind him "I don't believe we've been properly introduced..."

He stared at the other creature curiously, his sister had only ever been in a deep relationship with one man in the past. A breif, yet famous affair with a fellow pirate who designed the infamous Jolly Roger. An affair which ended with his death, and her walking off into legend.

This man didn't seem like a demon, or well not in classical terms. He wore mostly black clothing, - consisting of leather trousers and a long sleeved v-neck - with a grey shoe-lace like necklace. He had a mess of short, sharp and curled locks of dark flame red hair "Crowley. Your lot are legendary." He grinned slightly "Your 'backstabbing wanker' brother, who Hayley slept with-"

"Classic me." The brunnette admitted, with a sheepish shrug as Elijah blinked at the outspoken demon - just how acquainted had Kalliope became with him?

"- and your pirate sister, who's renowned for her unstable, ruthlessness." His grin fell, as if reality was hitting him in the face again "Who I slept with." He threw a hand to his head, gripping at his hair "Oh Go-Sat- aw someone!"

"I cannot excuse either of their behaviour." Elijah shook his head "But you must understand, when our father hunted them-hunted us-for centuries." He stood, beginning to pace "Every time we found a moment of happiness, we were forced to flee. Even here, in New Orleans, where we were happiest of all. Not long after Niklaus broke the spell which prevented him from becoming a hybrid, he defeated our father."

Crowley blinked, brows furrowing over his sunglasses. It wasn't hard to miss the fact that Elijah appeared to be more concerned about Klaus, than his sister. It made the demon feel a flicker of anger, deep down. He tilted his head, squearing his stance "What about Kalliope?"

Elijah gazed at scrowling demon, a single thought ran through his mind "My sister was happy for a time. From my knowladge, she chose to leave our brother and younger sister in Mystic Falls. However, she hasn't truly been happy since our brother Kol's death." Crowley's scrowl deepened, blowing out a unsatisfied hum "I wonder if this would finally make them both feel happy and at peace. If perhaps these might be a way for my brother and sister to find happiness and peace. A way to save them from themselves."

"I'm glad you feel that way, because we need your help, Elijah." Sophie said, stepping into candle lit crypt making the three turn their heads.

"And what precisely, is the help that you want from me?" Elijah threw a glance at the werewolf and demon on either side of him "And-"

"-How the fuck does it involve me and her." Crowley questioned annoyed, throwing a gesture to Hayley - who glared at him.

"We want to run Marcel and his group of savage vampires out of town. Klaus is the key. Everything Marcel knows about being a vampire, he learned from Klaus. Marcel trusts him, looks up to him, and he won't see the betrayal coming."

"Yes, well," Elijah withheld an amused chuckle "as I'm sure you're aware, my brother and sister doesn't like to be told what to do. Kalliope especially."

"That's why I brought you here to show you the leverage we have in our hands. Marcel drove the werewolves out of town decades ago. Do you really think he's going to welcome a pair of hybrid babies to the neighbourhood? Convince Klaus to help us, and no one has to know about the two newest members of the Original family."

Crowley's glare only grew colder, as Elijah smirked "That sounds remarkably like blackmail you."

"Like I said, I'm desperate."

"Well, then, I have my work cut out for me, don't I?" Elijah remarked as the demon on his right withheld an angered hiss, and the pregnant werewolf subconsciously placed a hand on her stomach, a pit of uneasiness swirled inside.

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Elijah, however only returned with a dark haired, blonde beautiful woman.  Kalliope gawked at the sight of the demon, frowning "Crowley?"

"Hi," he smiled sheepishly "Kalliope."

The heretic's frown shifted into a disdainful one as she moved her gaze to Sophie "You know you're infamous, even here with your piracy, and connections with past covens."

"Your point with all this?"

"Witches tell bedtime stories to their kids about you and your brother Klaus." The dirty blonde rolled her eyes "We knew Marcel was nothing but an orphan street rat until he made him what he is, and how he's out of control. He does what he wants, kills whom he wants. I'm gonna stop him and you and him are gonna help me."

Kalliope's lips lifted themselves up into a cruel smirk, snicking "I couldn't even and don't give too fucks about that arrogent cunt. Or what he does. Beg Klaus to help you, not me." She turned to her brother "What is the meaning of this, brother?"

"Hear her out, sister." Kalliope's brows furrowed, staring at her brother with disbelief "Please."

"No." She shook her head, flashing him a fake smile, before her expression shifted to a firm glare "Move."

"Kalliope," Elijah glanced at the demon - who had finally spoken - curious and amazed, he glanced at his sister who turned, meeting the demon's gaze "please."

The heretic sighed, turning her glare to Sophie "You need to listen to me and listen well. Marcel may be able to prevent us from practising real magic in this town, but as keepers of the balance we still know when nature has cooked up something new. For example, I have a special gift of sensing and knowing when someone is pregnant."

"Your point?" Kalliope growled.

Sophie gulpped, swallowing her fear "I assume you've seen the omens. Mostly bad, and the blood moon. I know for a fact that-" she held a hand out to the demon "-he's the father of your child."

Kalliope's eyes broadened with bewilderment, her gaze shot towards Crowley's. The six thousand year old demon gaze at the perturbed Mikaelson woman with soft eyes, and concerned frown.

"It's not possible." She denied, shaking her head. She tore her gaze away from her one night stand, to glare at the witches and cautious werewolf "You're all delusional." She turned to her brother "And you."

"Kal-"

"Fuck you!" She snarled, slapping his chest, pushing him back "How can you be so absurd, Elijah!"

Elijah gripped his sister's wrists firmly, holding her still as he gazed at her with pleading eyes "Listen, sister. If not for me, for Kol."

Kalliope went limp in his grasp, causing him to release her. She listened, aiming her attention to her stomach. As the demon mentally felt his surroundings. She heard it. He felt it. A heartbead. And a new, powerful presence emitting from the heretic. It was true. Kalliope slowly turned, meeting Crowley's gaze. Only to tear it away, glancing over the witches "Fuck you, all."

She sped around Elijah and out of the crypt. Crowley stared after the heretic concerned, he felt as if his insides were going to eprut. Elijah turned, opening his mouth to speak only to frown at the determind demon who was striding towards him. Gawking as he went past him.

"Hey!" Sophie exclaimed angrily "You can't leave."

Crowley spun around abruptly, a dark glare on his face, and a red glow behind his sunglasses "Can't I?!" He snarled "Last time I checked, I'm free. And I have the rest of days, to do what I want, tempt who I want, whenever I like. I didn't risk my fate, to be dicated to by you."

"You're not leaving."

"Really?" He smirked "Watch me." He flashed his serpent form at them. Causing the witches to scream. Hayley squezeed her eyes shut as Elijah blinked, curious. And with the infuriated serpentine demon flounced out of the crypt in pursuit of the unstable heretic.

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Kalliope found solace on a bench, in row which sat alone in one of the less popular areas of New Orleans. She gazed at the concrete floor aimlessly. Tears in her eyes. Her heart hammering at her chest. It was impossible for her to be with child. Yet, she was. She felt like she was being suffocated. She wasn't mother material. She was a monster - not that she minded - but she knew a monster would never be go for a child.

She squeezed her eyes shut, causing the tears to run down her cheeks. Kol. She wanted her little brother. She wanted her brother to be with her, talk some sense into her, hug her, reassure her. She blinked, choking back a sob. Maybe it did make sense. The child growing in her womb. She was born an siphoner, and magic made her an witch-vampire hybrid.

"Kalliope."

The dirty blonde heretic turned her head, gaze settling on Crowley's. He breathed out a sigh of relief. Kalliope frowned at him as he sat down beside her "Crowley..."

"H-how do feel, about y'know the - your - our, y'know." He struggled to form a proper attempt of reassurance towards to the trembling Mikaelson.

Kalliope chuckled, wipping a tear away "Shock. Disbelief." She exhale a trembling breath, turing to face him "And I really, really want Kol." She sobbed before releasing a sarcastic chuckle "However, I am left totally alone with three people who happen to share a bloodline with me."

Crowley licked his lips "For what it's worth, you have me."

She stared at him, hardly caring for the tears streaming down her cheeks "I don't believe you truly mean that."

"One mind blowing night, and we're..." he offered her a handkerchief, which she took, leaning back, keeping his gaze on hers "where we are now. I am not leaving you, or the child."

"You're lying." She shook her head "You may mean those words now, but, after experiencing what my family have to offer, you'll run in the opposite direction."

"No. I won't." He shook his own head "I swear, after perhaps we're not so different as you'd think."

"We'd only ruin you, and your life, Crowley."

"I'm a demon, I'm unforgivable - well mostly. Point is ; I'm not going anywhere." The demon and heretic stared one another down, before he stood offering his hand. Kalliope stared up at him, cautious before she took it. Taking a leap of faith.