( They are. They all are. Months of bloodshed, damnation, and decades of corruption and old rites.
Elijah, for one, is over it.
In an instant, there's a hand in his hair at his waist and his head is bent back. The Original he's scared of? Yeah. "You took someone I respect greatly, for some half-hearted idea that it might make your keepers more powerful. Oddly, you didn't think about your own lives. What do you think, Stefan. Are these witches acting like their lives actually mean anything in the shadow of their grand coven?")
[A flash of the ripper beneath in the smile that crosses his face as his eyes dip blood red.]
You made your bed. Afraid you'll have to die in it.
[And with that, they'll make short work of the rest by the time the heirs emerge. Maybe they'll find some that hid away, waiting to see who survived the coup. But any who actually stood against?
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Elijah, for one, is over it.
In an instant, there's a hand in his hair at his waist and his head is bent back. The Original he's scared of? Yeah.
"You took someone I respect greatly, for some half-hearted idea that it might make your keepers more powerful. Oddly, you didn't think about your own lives. What do you think, Stefan. Are these witches acting like their lives actually mean anything in the shadow of their grand coven?" )
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[A flash of the ripper beneath in the smile that crosses his face as his eyes dip blood red.]
You made your bed. Afraid you'll have to die in it.
[And with that, they'll make short work of the rest by the time the heirs emerge. Maybe they'll find some that hid away, waiting to see who survived the coup. But any who actually stood against?
Well, they chose their side.]