𝑰𝑵𝑻𝑶𝑿𝑰𝑪𝑨𝑻𝑬𝑫 - 𝘯𝘪𝘬𝘭𝘢𝘶𝘴 𝘮𝘪𝘬𝘢𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘰𝘯

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ sᴇᴠᴇɴᴛʏ

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- 4 months later -

Once upon a time, there was a majestic king, who lived with his noble brother in a kingdom where music and art were celebrated. The king did not foresee having a child, but he lived in an enchanted land where all things were possible. In time, he was blessed with a beautiful baby daughter, for whom he wished only peace. Still, the king had demons who pursued him. There was a ruthless beast who wanted to take the kingdom for her own. Armed with a pack of untamed creatures, she drove the other magic creatures from the land. And, there was a wicked sorceress with enchanted stones that weakened the king every full moon. Seeing the shadow his enemies cast upon his home, the king was driven to send his beloved princess away, convincing all who remained that she was forever lost.

The king, in his sorrow, turned away from the world. The castle closed it's doors, and the kingdom fell. Some say that the only light that shines in the castle illuminates the shadow of the once majestic king in the room meant for his child. But, as the ruthless beasts took rule over the fallen king's realm, little did they know that he and his brother would not rest until their enemies were vanquished. For, they believed that one day, they would heal their kingdom and bring their precious princess home, so that she might live happily ever after.

- The Abattoir -

Klaus furiously sketches across a blank canvas, the strings of Mozart filling the compound. His hand tears through the delicate canvas, his rage uncontrollable, he picks it up and throws it across the study, shouting.

Elijah enters through the doorway, having returned from his meeting with the Guerrera's at the Olmstead Foundry. He narrowly misses being decapitated by the canvas, bending down to pick it up.

"I suppose we shall have to call this your white period." Elijah remarks, inspecting the canvas.

"I'm missing a crucial colour in my palette - that of my enemies blood!" Klaus shouts back.

"Well, I recommend a Venetian red, with a dash of rust.." Elijah holds back a grin.

"It's been months!" Klaus snaps, loosing his temper. "I've adhered to our plan; sit and do nothing, sell our grief. And now, my child is safely away, and another full moon is upon us - another night of pathetic weakness as the moonlight rings steal my strength!"

Elijah looks at his brother with sympathy, and Klaus breathes for a second, managing to calm down, momentarily. "The nursery is killing me. I need to act. I..I need.. I need to spill blood." Klaus admits.

"Well, then, you'll be pleased to know that I've located the last of the twelve rings forged with your blood." Elijah informs his brother.

"Then, it's time!" Klaus smiles.

"And none too soon. I'm concerned about Lunar." Elijah replies.

Klaus tenses at her name, instantly busying himself with sorting through his art supplies. Truth be told, he and Lunar had slowly drifted apart over the months since they'd said goodbye to their daughter.

"She looks well enough." Klaus says, although he knows it's not entirely true. She was angry, and scarcely home these days. He missed her.

"She looks no better than you, brother. Now, if the two of you would treat each other as more than just.. passing acquaintances-" Elijah begins, but Klaus cuts him off.