𝔎𝔞𝔩𝔩𝔦𝔬𝔭𝔢 𝔞𝔫𝔡 ℭ𝔯𝔬𝔴𝔩𝔢𝔶 𝔱𝔬𝔬𝔨 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔦𝔯 𝔰𝔴𝔢𝔢𝔱 𝔱𝔦𝔪𝔢, 𝔤𝔞𝔯𝔡𝔲𝔞𝔩𝔩𝔶 𝔪𝔞𝔨𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔦𝔯 𝔴𝔞𝔶 𝔟𝔞𝔠𝔨 𝔱𝔬 𝔑𝔢𝔴 𝔒𝔯𝔩𝔢𝔞𝔫𝔰 - 𝔪𝔲𝔠𝔥 𝔱𝔬 𝔎𝔩𝔞𝔲𝔰'𝔰 𝔞𝔫𝔫𝔬𝔶𝔞𝔫𝔠𝔢. Not that the pair had even loaded the demon's bags into his bentley, yet. They simply spent their time walking through Soho and St. James' park. Dinning at the Ritz. The heretic found herself enjoying the redhead's company more and more, listening contently to his talls of his past. In exchange for her own. She mainly spoke of her little brother, Kol and their exploits in mischief. They'd remained in Soho for sometime, yet her bump was increasing quickly. Kalliope found her mind poundering about the child that laid in her womb, - her thoughts danced around the demon who had had a part in putting the said child inside her, very greatly too.

He was enjoyable, kind and funny. She was greatly allured to him, and wondered about his layers - as did he, hers. Perhaps the obvious certain of Klaus disrupting their actions - which had processed greatly, - was the source of their unspoken argeed reluctance to return to New Orleans. However, they couldn't put if off for long. Klaus would either send Elijah or one of his compelled lackeys to find them. He might even turn up on the doorstep himself, to drag his sister back, kicking and screaming. The best of queen streamed quietly in the bently, the original rested her elbow on the door, her left forefinger laid above her lips. She observed the scenery pass by, as her mind turned it's thoughts over and over.

She was growing too comfortable around Crowley, and she knew it. She liked the tension between them, the habits they'd formed. She loved teasing him, he actually bit back. She loved the affect she had on him, and the one he had on her - despite a certain degree of uneasiness. She hadn't forgotten the pull she'd felt during that particular night they shared. Crowley was a rather, quite a handsome man, or well, demon. She often caught herself gazing lovingly at him.

"So, erm, would you-" the serpentine redheaded man spoke, making her turn her head "- fancy to, y'know," he nodded slightly, to the side "going out for dinner sometime?"

"Like a date?" She quried, raising an furrowed brow, a low smile edging on her lips "Or, like we've been doing for the last two weeks?"

"A proper date." He met her gaze "The both of us, a meal each, wine - oh," she chuckled, he always seemed to forget that alcohol was off-limits to her, for the time being "right, you can't - well drinks, - tea, coffee - whatever! Just, y'know, one just thought -"

"I'd love to give it a whirl." She smirked momentarily, only to turn cautious "But, I will warn you, a pregnant original and a demon wondering around in the Quarter is bound to raise questions."

"I know," he nodded, sending a look of reasurence "leave that to me." I will protect to you, went unspoken aloud.

•______𝕶______•

"Something's not right." Kalliope said, refering to the weather as they got out of the bentley. Small but many, droplets of water poured out the sky, soaring down like bullets out of a gun. The rain made little tapping sounds as  the drops landed on the car's roof.

Crowley furrowed his brows, shrugging his shoulders "New Orleans gets a heavy rain-shower now, and then. I think," he muttered the last bit, but she caught it, as the tarantula rain hammered down on to them, soaking them to the bone. "I'm sure there's nothing to worry about."

She humed unconvinced, eyes peeled on the plantation house, ignoring the rain which seemed to grow worse "Maybe." She mentioned, making his frown deepen. There was no sign of life. Her siblings' scents were faint, very faint. Impiling that they hadn't been staying there.

"What's wrong?" He arched his brows, eyes trained on the dirty blonde.

"They're not staying here anymore." She turned, reopening the door, meeting her gaze "Which means Nik's reclaimed our home."

The demon blinked, gapping slightly as she slide back into the bentley "Right." He let out, with dread before following her lead. The wind howled as the droplets began to hit the shell of the bentley harder. The clouded sky grew greyer. They shared a weary glance as he drove around the circular patch of grass, sailing out of the driveway. One question hung on their minds ; just what mood was Klaus in?

•______𝕶______•

"It's taken a thousand years, but you've finally gone mad."

"Our dear Elijah?" Kalliope's sarcastic chorlte made three siblings' heads snap towards their dripping wet sister and Crowley. Klaus glowered instantly upon the sight of the demon, whilst Elijah seemed relieved, a brief smile gracing his lips. She placed her hands on her hips "Gone insane? Took you some time to catch up with the rest of us, brother dear."

Klaus snickered as Elijah rolled his eyes. The eldest original brother had been very concerned to find his sister had disappeared out of the blue. Rebekah huffed "Our own mother, though."

"What?" Kalliope demanded.

"Yes, our beloved mother," Elijah remarked "who Niklaus has affectionately placed in his basement." The very hybrid smirked to himself "Not daggered but quite dead."

Crowley snorted, an amused grin flashing over his face for a moment "Surprisingly, that's hardly surprising."

"Aw, just you wait honey." The dirty blonde remarked, raising her tone slightly "That's just the tip of the iceberg." She shrugged dismissively, waving off "She did try to kill us all."

The demon blinked, raising his brows as Klaus made a gesture, thrusting his hand out, towards his sister. In a way as if to say 'exactly,' "Well, I say we put her to use and put her to rest once and for all. Now if we bury our mother on landed owned by one of her descendants, she becomes a New Orleans witch, and we as her family share in that ancestral magic."

Kalliope bounced her brows, sighing "We're vampires, all of us, bar me, can practise magic. And none of us can own property for that matter." She reminded earning a nod from Rebekah.

"Yes," Elijah said as Crowley shifted his weight, crossing his arms over his chest "With regard to practising magic, Sophie will come in. We channel all of her power to her. Only catch is, as conducts of mother's magic, we need to participate in the Harvest. And as for owning property, not all of our mother's descendants are dead."

Kalliope froze as Crowley unfolded his arms, gaze turning to the heretic, stating "The babies." Klaus narrowed his eyes at the two, as his sister met the demon's gaze, with worried frown, hand hovering above her bump.

"The babies." Elijah nodded, presenting some papers to his sister "The parish tax assessor's office is just steps outside the Quarter." Kalliope took them, glancing over them frowning. Crowley peered over her shoulder, reading though the details.

"But Kalliope's dead." Rebekah remined, with a furrowed frown. Kalliope looked up at her brother with raised brows, not seeing how she'd be able to own property.

"Yes, she may be dead. However," he met his sister's gaze, addressing his heretic sibling "the babe is alive, and that babe not only carries our bloodline but also-"

"-Crowley's." She uttered, eyes widening at the connection. The demon's head shot up, at the sound of his name.

"But I'm not related to you lot." Crowley's brows knitted together.

"But you are the child's father," Elijah stated "which links you in with the bloodline. Not directly, but enough to own property though your child, on our behalf."

"Your a bit of a mad genius, Elijah." The hybrid smiled, standing to his feet "Count me in."

Crowley blinked bewildered, sharing a perturbed expression with Kalliope as Rebekah frowned "Am I the only one thinking? Our mother was the most powerful witch in history."

"If we bury her, we hand that power to our enemies for them to use against us." Kalliope stated "Do you really trust Sophie - the very witch which led us all into this mess - will be honourable with that power?"

"Given our circumstances," Elijah exhaled "I don't believe we have much choice in the matter."

"What's the point, Kal?" Rebekah sighed defeatedly "They're only going to do what they want. Our voice be damned."

"No." Their brother shook his head "Our decision must be unanimous."

"This is not a democray." Klaus butted in.

"No. This is a family."

Rebekah sighed, as the rain grew worse. She glanced at the duo stood on her left soaked from head to toe "Kill a demon to day, face the devil tomorrow. Count me in."

Their gazes turned to the demon and hereic. Elijah looked at the pair curious "Kalliope? Crowley?"

The demon blinked from behind his sunglasses, brows nearly reaching his hair "She wasn't my mother."

"Your family now." Elijah decreed, voicing the obvious making Klaus roll his eyes "Your opinion matters as much as the rest of ours does."

"Well," Crowley exhaled a breath, cooly, swaying in stance as he turned his head, meeting the dirty blonde's eye "I'm on our side. I'll do it."

Elijah turned his eye to his sister, noting the closeness between the pair. Kalliope smiled tightly at the demon, before turing her head to her suit wearing brother "No rest for the wicked." She comment making the demon chuckle.

"Well, this is no family reunion without our mother." Klaus smiled sadistic "I'll fetch her."

•______𝕶______•

Crowley stood beside Kalliope, with Klaus, Elijah, Rebekah and Hayley. They were all gathered, staring down at the coffin with the Mikaelson family crest on the cover. Father Kieran rechaited his ritual and took out a knife, handing it to Klaus. Who cut his palm, before offering it to Rebekah "Always and forever."

The knife was passed around until it reached the duo. Kalliope sliced her palm before giving the blade to Crowley, who was the last one to do so. He cut a clean cut before throwing the knife into the grave, staring down at it.

"It's done." And with that they moved on to the harvest. The Mikaelson clan, plus Crowley and Hayley stood together paired off in their own duos. The demon kept his arm looped with the heretic as they observed. Sophie completed the ritual, slicing Davina's throat "After the Harvest comes the Reaping. Their sacrifices made and accepted. We call upon our elders to resurrect your chosen ones. Resurrect your chosen ones. Please, I beg." She fell to her knees, crying over her niece's dead body "No."

•______𝕶______•

Elijah fell back in his stride, falling into step with Klaus. Keeping his gaze on the two figures ahead of their party. The dirty blonde hybrid burned a hole into the demon's back with a glare. Elijah sighed, watching as Crowley silthered beside Kalliope, sharing quiet words with one another "You should leave them be, Niklaus."

"He's not good enough for her." Klaus sneered.

"How?" Elijah questioned "You accuse him of this, yet he's stood beside our sister since day one."

Klaus thrusted out his finger, pointing at the demon angrily "He, he took our sister away from us. She left us. She left me."

"Niklaus." He drawled sternly, their littlest sister informed about her observations at the charity gala, and he knew of the attack on Hayley by the witches "Did you consider, that Kalliope went with him, willingly. That he cares for our sister. You've seen how close they've became."

"You've haven't since how close they were during your autumn nap." Klaus sneered, not liking how they were even more involved with each other "Kol would agree with me."

"Kol, wouldn't like it, but he would leave them to it. Knowing our little brother, he be delighted about having a baby nephew or niece from his favourite sibling, and the three of them would have grown to be quite the band of troublesome miscreants."

Klaus huffed "I don't like him."

Elijah sighed, there was simply no getting through to him at times.

"I was thinking," Crowley began, sauntering beside the heretic "perhaps - could I take up residence with you in your rooms?"

Kalliope smiled, eyes shing "I'd like that very much."

He chuckled, linking his fingers with hers. He dipped his head closer to her, as if he were to explose a secret "So, the saying Santa Klaus said-" Rebekah snorted from behind them, shifting her giggles with Hayley as the hybrid grumped under his breath, Kalliope shot her sister a look over her shoulder "-erm, 'always and forever,' that's the infamous vow isn't it?"

"Yes."

"Oh," he nodded.

"But, I felt it meant something more than a small, saying with Kol."

He rubbed the back of her hand with his thumb "I'm not going to attempt to replace what it meant to you and your brother." She met his gaze gracefully "However, I do...hope 'always and forever,' becomes meaningful to you again."