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“Or maybe it shows the strength in her.”, Adriana replied, if it were up to her there would be no ruler of hell, but Sabrina seemed the lesser of the evils. “Maybe there has to be someone on the throne, but there doesn’t have to be a tenth circle.” The witches chin rose, as she took a step back. “And I can’t abandon my duty.”

He glanced as their distance grew father apart, this was over he wouldn’t back down from his plan yet it felt odd to leave her. “Is that right? she isn’t doing anything but have a REGENT sub while she parades in the mortal world not doing her royal duties, we need to bring hell just know it will take awhile for this to be turn into a realm.”

“Yes, there is.”, Adriana argued, if Sabrina were to become Queen of Hell, there would be no war, the realms would simply return to balance. “It just isn’t the way you want to choose, there is quite the difference, Caliban. Everything that happens after today, will be a result of the choice you made today.”

“There NEEDS to be a new royal in that throne, how pathetic is it that our dark lord was beating by a half-mortal witch? it shows the weakness in him.” Caliban spoke choosing to calm his voice his tempter can be dangerous in front of others, raising his head to look directly into her eyes “I can’t stop this.”

“Look me in the eyes when you doom us to go to war, at least grand me that courtesy, at least look at me right now, so you can remember this moment when one of us strikes the other one down.”, Adriana’s voice was quiet, yet firm. For a moment her gaze lingered upon Caliban, before she did as he had done and took a step towards him. “If you truly don’t want things to end this way, then end them differently.”

Looking away he didn’t want to look into her eyes, another war can commence but then she can potentially die or himself it depends how it turns out “there is NO other way Adriana, we have waiting eons for this moment and now it’s the opportunity to seize being king of hell taking over the throne.” 

@claykiing​ sent: 🔥 burning the old church, erase all memories / start a fire with Katherine

She waved off the last of the compelled congregation, watching them walk calmly away with dull eyes. To Katherine’s back she can feel the heat of the flames, hear the cackle as the wood burns and gives birth to smoke that would threaten to choke the lungs of any human left. She knew this, and yet Katherine can only look mildly annoyed compared the obvious delight that Caliban feels at such destruction. “Cal?” The vampire barely raised her voice, why should she shout when she knows the Clay King has eyes and ears all over Earth and in Hell. “You almost done? I’m getting bored over here” 

“Then maybe I was wrong, perhaps my father would like you after all…” It seemed Lilith was right, all men were the same. “And you think my kind will just let that happen? We are the servants of Michael, here in the mortal realm, as he fought against Lucifer, when he tried to take over heaven, we will fight anyone who tries to take over this world. If you proceed with your plans the next time we will meet will be on the battle field.”

“Then it seems that will be our next meet, I have this plan and I expect it to go in motion withing the next month or so.” He had to be honest his gaze drop he couldn’t look her in her eyes, he let out a whispered sigh “I didn’t want to end it in this way.” Caliban confessed he took a step towards the angelic figure his hand extended to grace her face once more “I do hope we don’t run into each other in the field.” 

“Power? That is what you crave? And what will be your goal once you have it? Or will your reign be satisfaction enough?”, Adriana wondered out loud. Wasn’t that how it was with every man? They desired power and once they had it, they wanted more, could he be any different? At least in her eyes it seemed like he was just like everyone else in his pursuits. “Caliban, you seek to enslave my kind, do you truly believe there is something that could worse for us?”

“I do want power and this is how it will be done, Pagans want to enslaved all by sacrificing with their blood.” He spoke up so she can HEAR what he is saying he is kind but those others plan far worse, he cleared his throat so the attention can be back to him. “I seek to take over this world but not enslave all, just to put out there in need to show that Hell is the ONLY choice. 

“The question is if the rest of the world wants it to go your way…”, she said, quietly, more talking to herself than anyone else. “It is what you were taught to so, but is it what you want to do?”, Adriana questioned, her eyes rising to meet his. How could anyone crave to force pain onto others, it just made no sense to her. “Since when do you care what is right or wrong? Might I remind you what you are gambling for right now? Or do you call your plan right and just?”

“This is what I want too, hell should rule all realms a time for us to be in absolute power this is my only goal.” Caliban replied his arms crossed over his chest, taking a deep look into her piercing angelic eyes “even if i’m not succesful there will be another, we have a new enemy lurking wanting to stop US so they can have their own god whatever take over the earth and let me tell you it’s worse than what I have planned.”

“Yes, but obviously heard.”, Adriana hissed, emerald eyes widening for the briefest of moments. She would be doomed if her coven knew what she was up to. "Well, you were the one who said that he had an appointment in hell.”, the witch pointed out, her gaze staring ahead. “Why?”, she wondered out loud, arms crossing in front of her chest. “Is the next task to not speak to a Christian for a few months?”

The prince kept quiet as she rambled on letting her assumptions take over, hearing the last words he couldn’t help but let a laugh out “really? you think it’s to stay away from a christian? this challenge requires me to go back in time, so it will feel like months.” Caliban rephrased his words he stopped his tracks moved to stand in front of her, his hands gently resting over her shoulders “you and I know this can’t happen, what if we just clean the slate remove personal feelings and just be acquaintances?” He had to end this or it would hurt them both if they were to act on their feelings only to be ended forcefully by her family or his. 

“I care about my father though.”, she pointed out. “Great idea, I have always wanted to be diagnosed with female hysteria because I was talking to myself.” Adriana let out a sigh as she glanced back one last time. “Fine, but not here.”, the blonde mumbled, taking a step forward and closing the door behind herself. “Let’s go for a walk, quickly, we wouldn’t want you to miss your chance to enslave human and witch-kind.”

Rolling his eyes at the typical response he gotten from her, as they were never going to be in the same page “well it’s the only way I won’t be SEEN.” Caliban spoke quietly while letting his tone be heard, once she took the lead he walked by her side now passing the front porch “A quick walk? just know when I leave I won’t return for what will be felt like months.” 

“Do you have any idea what my father would do if he knew you were here?”, the blonde hissed, her head turned to look back once again. A boy at their door, at this time of day, was bad enough, but the Prince of Hell? If Adriana’s father ever become aware that she was acquainted with someone like him, she would never be allowed to leave her room again. “Couldn’t this have waited till the morning or at least till I was alone?”

“I don’t care about your father.” Caliban hissed in return or what time it was he decided to visit her, resting his arms behind his back “ His eyes went past the blonde, taking one step towards her “I can make myself invisible if you want that way we can talk, I can’t later I need to be in Hell with preparations of a new challenge.” 

❝  Yes,  you  should  do  that.  ❞    Her eyes were slightly narrowed, lips forming a straight line. She wanted to know more, mostly because she needed to, that’s why she was there after all.    ❝  I’m  Wendy.  ❞   She thought of how she could continue the conversation and get to the questions she wanted to know. The witch couldn’t straight up ask him what he was and what he wanted there.    ❝  What  brought  you  to  this  small  town ?  It’s  not  exactly  tourists  first  option…  For  obvious  reasons.  ❞   

Of course she felt terrible. She hadn’t meant for him to get in trouble! Caroline, though her intentions were often pure, hadn’t made the best of choices, so it’s with trepidation and uncertainty she enters the Mystic Grill. Eyes instantly scan the interior and it takes her a moment to find him, but once she does, she makes a beeline for the table, slipping into the opposite side of the booth. “Hey,” she murmurs, voice low, eyes darting over her shoulder for a moment, toward the entrance, to make sure she wasn’t followed. 

{be aware i will be using joseph morgan as my muse}

so i will be lurking in this blog while I set up the theme and bio. 

[ text : caliban ] well you got it!  [ text : caliban ] i can see that, but i’m not sure how— nevermind. keep my nose out of it. got it. [ text : caliban ] alright. see you

[ text: blonde fangs ] good! I don’t need you to be on their list. [ text: blonde fangs ] i’m keeping this town out of their sights, so the least is not getting involved......ok?”