Cyrene Rayne

"Sweet girl, I want you all to leave but that seems less possible than it did before." Cyrene holds a hand up to stop her guards from interfering, "One or more of your kind have been responsible for the deaths of six of my people and we will have justice. There will be no one leaving till we do."

"Calm yourself, my darling boy." Cyrene lays a calming hand on her son's arm. "We don't belittle ourselves by sinking to subpar levels, Xavier. You know better than that." Looking back to the one who caused the scene she continues with, "And removing an enemies tongue only rids you of the entertainment of pure foolish nonsense they spout."

That my eldest was dead and gone, that I hadn't gotten someone to give him vampire blood, I suppose its a lie that not only hurt others but hurt myself. The truth however was fair more damaging to him at the time and the honesty of it would have aided no one but perhaps myself. And using the truth to make myself feel better at the expense of my son would be...well it would make me a terrible mother.

Klaus frowned at the woman’s words. “My mother created our kind. The fact that we simply discovered that we could turn others was happenstance. It was that very fear and hatred you ridicule that has kept my family alive and able to protect ourselves for a thousand years - where you chose to run with your people to protect them, my mother chose to fight back against that which would harm us.” He argued. Though he did not agree with, well just about any of his mother’s actions or motives, he was not as blind to see vampirism as a curse as say his eldest brother Finn had been. Vampirism is what made him the world’s first hybrid, after all.

His brow narrowed however. “You say you were there, however. Just how old do you claim to be then?” He questioned. Was the effects of this Malivore being truly so powerful that any trace of these creatures had really been eradicated; spanning a thousand years back or more? “Solving our problems solves your own in turn - remove us from the equation and you can better focus upon your own people’s plight…” He remarked sharply. Upon thinking of Malivore and her reaction to his subtle hinting, he cracked a faint smirk for a brief moment.

“He who was created to purge the world of creature and human alike that threatened the existence of witches, vampires, and werewolves. He who has sent creature after creature in pursuit of my daughter for the past several years. Calls himself ‘Malivore’?” He explained for a clarification he felt was truly unnecessary.

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Cyrene waves a dismissive hand, “Your family lives off the backs and blood of others, the life you think you have, stolen from countless others through the years. You live on borrowed time, my people were driven out by your vampires and the witches and the wolves. You think it so noble, ‘oh my mother fought back’ your mother was a simple fool like most witches who thought she could control what is not meant to be controlled. If witches weren’t such a problem, wolves would have never come to be and there would have been no threat for her to twist magic so ugly.” She had little doubt that witches paint themselves as some kind of protectors to the world, it seemed to be the theme of things last time she was in the mortal world. “The one thing you all could agree on was that you weren’t the top of the food chain. That’s when your bickering stopped and one of each of your kind came together.” It was the fear, the greed and hate of those three that caused so much trouble, pain and anger for the creatures of Avalon and those lost to Malivore. 

She scoffs. “Is it still not bad form to ask a lady her age?” She raises brow before finally answering, “I’m twice your age darling. I’m over two thousand years old and my people branch further back than even that.” Her people were ancient and at one point ruled over most of the world till their numbers started to drop and the mortals over populated or so she had been told as child. An icy chill ran up her spine and settled over her heart, “You...brought him here?!” She asks raising her voice before remembering her guards and lowering it again. “We don’t open portals to the mortal realm because its dangerous, we survived because Malivore doesn’t know where we are, doesn’t know how to get to us!” And so far it had worked, she clung to the fact it worked because otherwise she left her sweet boy behind in that world alone, for nothing. ”You people just won’t rest till you destroy all worlds will you? How ignorant or arrogant are you? Now everyone is in danger and there is no one to blame but you lot.” 

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Kol stood listening to the female as she spoke. He could hear her threats and yet it wasn’t something that bothered him too much. He had heard all those threats before and he was still standing. Moving around a little, Kol looked to the floor before back at the female. “You know, who ever was behind this is of your realm, just as wolves, witches, vampires, and human are of mine..” he started. “I am unable to say what others have done as I have only just found myself on this isle of yours… but I don’t see my attempting to do anything to make fools of myself, I was merely offering you advice from my experience with attacks over the years. You can choose to do with it what you please.” Kol continued.  Stopping to watch the other he sighed. “I never said I would start a war, or that I had any intent to, I would rather go back home and forget about this place entirely…and I think you would like for us all to do that too..” he assumed. “ You remind me of my sister… she would act like this too…” he started. “Again I don’t believe I did threaten you. My energy would go to getting out of this place than threatening anyone…perhaps not assuming everyone is against you would do you well too though, since then you may be able to get some help to ensure this doesn’t happen again or that things far worse arrive from our world…” he pointed out. “You may think I am just a vampire, but I have a wealth of knowledge of witchcraft which could help you in your causes…” 

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“Zion is one of three isles, the isle in which my king and I rule is Elysium, that of my brother’s ruling is Avalon. Zion is a joint effort one might say that those not fairy living in this realm call it their own, you don’t even know what you’re talking about in regards to your own surroundings. And yet want to offer advise unsolicited.” She could only chuckle shaking her head at the vampire. “If I need council about anything, I have a whole room full of men and women far more well equipped to handle it than you.” The day she took advice from an original on how to run anything would certainly be a day, her husband and the council would be the only ones she would listen to and it would be in her husband’s hands as to what happens. “Every moment you open your mouth spouting about things you know nothing about you sound like a fool, or has your realm changed the definition of the word?” She asks with a tilt of her head. 

“Seeing as none of you seem to know how you ended up here, there is no way for you to be gone from my world in a quick manner. Opening an portal to your realm is more danger than its worth, in all honesty the talks of simply wiping out the strangers on our isles might be a talk revisited. It was something most wanted to avoid but if you all continue to prove to be a danger I don’t see much in the way of getting around it.” It wasn’t a war that Cyrene was looking for but given the amount of disrespect, disregard for her people’s lives, she saw the stance on the subject shifting. “You don’t even know the threat you posed on my people a thousand years ago, do you?” She smiles amused if not annoyed by the very idea that everything she was suffered to remember these people weren’t. “I don’t need the knowledge of witches, they took magic and twisted it into something dark and evil. You want to see pure magic from nature, you’ll see a faye. If you want to offer me something I would suggest, offering me the freedom from of this conversation before peace talks become impossible.”

Kol watched the other. “Well I feel that it’s hardly fair to blame other species for the actions of your own, especially since we had no part in this, and it looks like those you seek to blame are attempting to help you.” Kol pointed out. Shaking his head, Kol spoke further. “I agree… if those of my species feel it was an attack on them, they will retaliate, and if your people feel it was us at fault they would likely do the same… seems you have a lot on your hands at the minute..” Kol stated almost sarcastically. 

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“Oh my own? I don’t see Fairies being the one behind this attack, so perhaps the oh so wise Originals don’t know what they’re speaking about.” She counters keeping her eyes on the vampire as her guards around her held tension in their shoulders. “I blame those who wash on my shores and then proceed to act as if they have authority here, making demands as if they have any rights. You are visitors and instead of acting as such you trample my garden and make fools of yourselves with your ignorance.” In her opinion the rudest of visitors and had she the ability to she would toss them out as soon as they showed up making such problems. “The merfolk are as much my people are the humans are yours. They live in the oceans and have a partition of the shores, you people being here makes them feel they will be losing what little land they feel intitled to. You are more than welcome to try to start a war with us of Avalon but you won’t fair so well, Vampire. This land is of our magic, your little trinkets will not protect you from the power of light I can control. I could cast you ablaze and watch you wither on the sands in pain screaming to whatever God you claim, just the same as any vampire who wants to spread violence. For a thousand years I’ve been kind, I’ve been just and merciful in the name of keeping my people alive. You think I fear you? I know everything about your start, you don’t know a sliver about what I am, of what I can do. I am twice your age and far more vengeful of what I’ve lost. Your petty threats won’t mean anything compared to the bigger issues on hand.”

When the woman fired back with the same paper-thin patience in her tone, Klaus was impressed, but outwardly remained stern-faced. He did, however, glance over his appearance and shrug his shoulders slightly. “I had some altercations. Forgive me for not opting to shower and change while the fate of my loved ones remained unknown.” He quipped back.

Her statements made him snarl, but as much as he wanted to snap back at her he found himself letting out slow breaths and the anger and rage inside chipped away little by little. “You may be correct - this is your world - but you continue to be under the influence that we chose to be here. Not a single one of us, as unlikely as it seems, opened whatever method of gateway brought us to your accursed Isles. Instead of trying to chastise us and paint us the villains of your story, why have you not gotten to the source of what actually brought us here…?” He questioned and stepped forward once more.

“Or perhaps you are simply terrified that He came through with us…” He called out, but his hands dropped from behind his back as his body continued to relax itself and lose its tension. If this Malivore sent fairy tale monsters after Hope, it was reasonable to surmise that the fairy tale creatures standing before him would likely fear the existence of a creature that could erase them from memory.

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She heard it time and time again, no one choose to be here and yet it made nothing anymore simple for her. “I grow more and more tired of hearing that. Whether you mean to be here or not remains irrelevant today as it did the day you all washed up on these isles. I need not paint you as anything but what you are, lets not forget, you created your kind. I wasn’t far away when your cursed mother spread her fear and hate through magic and created the vampire race. And again when that vile little girl turned her own people into beasts, it all stems from the wicked little hearts of the witches and spread to the vampires and wolves.” It seemed a history lesson in store for most of those who came to Avalon. “My job is to put my people first, not to solve your problems. I had hopes that perhaps our people could come together and help one another but the more I speak to you people the less I see that happening.” These people were rude, they forget where they come from and they kill before thinking, perhaps if anything the faye’s isolation taught them to band together and be civil. 

The dropping of He cause Cyrene to pause and a chill run down her spine, “What are you talking about?” She asks keeping her face and tone as calm as she could muster. “He whom?” She goes on to ask to clarify. 

Klaus ignored the worried glances of individuals as he walked through the sands; hands behind his back and blissfully disregarding his grizzly and blood-stained appearance. He was on his way to find his daughter, but the sound of the woman speaking to herself and her guardsman drew his attention for a brief moment. Stepping up towards her and stopping a few yards away, he gave a tiny nod to her other guards. For once, he wasn’t here looking for a fight - not with her specifically. “Let us be thankful that I still have the smallest amount of mercy left in my heart then.” He began, but once more gave a shake of his head to the guards. Tangling with a banshee and a witch in one evening was more than enough festivities for the hybrid. Anything further and he was liable to turn Zion Isle into the next New Orleans.

“I demand answers, Your Majesty.” He stated. The words were simple - clear and without a hint of his usual sarcastic regard for her political status in this realm. Instead, they’d been replaced with an unnerving respectful tone - the tone that found its way to his voice when he was at the limits of his patience and self-control. “What happened here this evening?”

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Cyrene looks to the blood soaked original and shake her head, “You vampires you’re vulgar display.” She could only give a mild look of disgust at the original before she gestures for her guards to give them a wide birth. “You may have a small amount in yours but mine is certainly lacking, I would tread with care, Hybrid.” She replies keeping her head held high despite the fact she faced loss today. She was beginning to lose the soft and gentle queen façade that she wore so well. 

“You people and your demands, I don’t know what it will take to drive into your skulls that you are in no position to be making demands. This is not your world but ours and the last time I was driven from my home I had little choice in the matter. This time I hold the cards.” She declares, the last time she stood in the mortal world she was ripped from it, ripped from her son’s dead body before she could see him awaken with the vampire blood she ensured he got. “None of this would have happened if you people stayed in the world you made such a fuss to take control over. Its a great insult for those who remember, to have your kind here, taking up space, resources, making demands. While some might be willing to put the past behind, others are not, the mermaids it seems have taken a stand and shown their hand in the matter.” She pauses taking a calming breath and expelling it to extend to the hybrid, using her faye ability to shift his mood as well as she could. “They made a grave error however, they didn’t ensure the royal family was actually killed.”

Recognising the Faye queen from the innards of the beast, Nic found himself watching her with concern as she began to check on her people, noting the high death toll they had suffered. He soon enclosed their distance, having reached out a hand towards her shoulder as she began to speak, “I’m sorry” he murmured, his expression offering the sincerity of his condolences as he continued, “is there anything I can do to help?”

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Cyrene looks at the wolf with a mixed emotion, “Sorry?” She repeats back with a sense of wonder at the message, “I never much needed the sympathy of a wolf, your kind was barely making footing in the world when I was driven out of my home with the rest of my people.” She remarks, remembering the cursing of the first alphas, at least they were unable to spread as quickly as the vampires had. “Can you change a thousand years worth of hostility and territory squabbling?” She knew the answer but the question still remained, it was the only thing that would rid her of her issues. 

Kol had no idea what was going on. His family and wife seemed to have  dropped of the face of the earth, and then his quest for answers was useless. Soon enough he found himself in a strange land and the idea that this happened to Davina was the only thing that calmed his temper, although it was still flaring. Hearing another die, he approached from behind before speaking. “In my experience, death on this scale is a number of things, a warning or message, an attack, a ritual, or all of the above..” Kol stated to the other rather obviously as he played with a tree branch. 

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Cyrene gave the original a distasteful look as she crossed her arms over her chest, “All things we had been avoiding for so long, leave it to the mingling of vampires, wolves and witches to bring it out of the people in Avalon.” She shakes her head looking at the gore and bodies that littered the beach. “No matter what you would call this is still is nothing more than nonsense and these deaths will cause nothing but more death.”

“Right? I mean, we’re we not good enough for that thing’s fine palate? Ridiculous,” she said with a chuckle as she washed some more slime off of herself. “It’s the first time I’ve seen a Levia-whatever ever and I definitely would’ve been better off not knowing. Are you saying shit like that happens a lot around here?”

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“I don’t think we are up to its tastes, it rather have other sea dwelling creatures.” She says looking around at the chaos on the beach, her heart taken a blow at the sight of her people in such a state. “I wouldn’t suspect you would, the last ones in mortal realm died even before my own time.” She admits looking back at where the creature had worked its way back into the waters depths. “No, it doesn’t but there is a reason why no one ventures further than the three isles of Avalon and it has more to do with what is out there than it does of Faye getting sea sick.” They were there were dangers out there and even worried about the danger right on the isles themselves. “We’ve had one threat on the isles these last few years and now with you people turning up we’re only getting more.”

“I’m gladden to see you alive and well also, Brother.” Cyrene held her brother as he pressed the kiss to her forehead, it lifted some burden off of her heart to know that her brothers were safe. The idea of losing anyone too close to her in the attack was more than she would be prepared to handle.

“And the fact that they’re not my people means they’re not my concern?  That’s a bit of an insulting suggestion.”  Davina drew herself up as much as possible, her slight frame still looking small.  “As the regent of the witches of New Orleans,” that was a straight up lie, given how long it had been since she’d been regent, “it’s my responsibility to my people to know what’s happening here.  So I’d appreciate the courtesy of an answer.”

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“Just that, actually.” Cyrene replies with her arms folded over her chest, “You mistake me then, in thinking I am concerned with insulting a witch.” She replies coldly staring at the young woman in front of her. “As Queen, its my responsibility to put my people before the concerns of that of an authority we don’t recognize nor holds any power in this land.” She answers back with her held high and her back straight, “You’ll get the courtesy of continuing to live on these isles freely rather than tossed in cells or eradicated as a threat. And you’ll be grateful for it. Its far more courtesy than that of what your people offered mine last we were living in the mortal realm.”

The Queen looked to the young halfling surprised by the offering of his snack, gingerly taking some with a nod of her head in thanks. "That's a very kind gesture." She admits before the young man starts to offer her a drink as well. "I will have to repay you, I have a nightly ritual of a hot coca with a sprinkle of cinnamon."

“What a good question,” Davina spoke up from nearby - she’d gone largely unnoticed by the unfamiliar woman, who was clearly one of the fairies.  “One that I’d really like an answer to.  Because this beach party had a really high fatality count, and it’s hard not to feel like this happened by design.”

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Cyrene studied the other carefully, “You speak of the fatalities as if they were of your own and they certainly weren’t. I have to answer to a great deal of people who this event but you...are not one of them.” She responds feeling that this was as much the strangers fault as anyone’s it was their presence here that caused the Merfolks to step out of line in such a manner.