𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒔 𝑰 𝒄𝒂𝒏'𝒕 𝒔𝒂𝒚 | Elijah Mikaelson [1]

XLVII

"We need to be able to protect each other," mother says and my smile stretches wide.

"I can do that. I promise."

"We know you can, pearl."

End of flashback

"I can't have any of your silly little protections actually working."

Was he stupid? Did he really think that I would make any sort of spell without thinking about astral planes?

"Don't look at me like that, pearl. I did some work on my Chambre de Chasse. I know what you have been up to, and nothing that you have spelled will work in here. Not that necklace, not your engagement ring, and nothing else. I'm sorry to say, but you have no way out."

"Why do you do this?" I ask, still trying to keep some distance between us.

"Why do I do this? I've told you-" He starts but I cut him off.

"Don't say your bullshit excuse of revenge. It's been almost six hundred years!"

"I don't need to explain myself to you. You are nothing," he spits but I just laugh.

"You are such a pussy! You really think that I believe you?"

"Morrigan, you think too highly of yourself. I could not give a rat's ass about what you believe. Even if you believe you will prevail. You won't." He gets a new glint in his eyes. Something unnatural.

"Solve hac nocte omne malum, solve omnem veneficium, dissolve omnem naturam, donec nihil accipias," I didn't know this spell, but I knew how my father made spells. I knew that his intentions were malicious and for some reason, I knew that he was trying to strip me of all magic.

I never thought that he would be able to get to this level of power, but I knew now never to underestimate him.

"Custos recti, corrige hanc noctem, animaeque meae dent mala."

He kept chanting and while he was, I could feel myself deteriorating. My skin suddenly felt so dry, to the point where I suspected it to be flaking off. My mouth was dry. My heartbeats fluctuated as my breathing.

Why?

That was all I could think. Why would a father do this to his daughter? What drove him to this?

I could feel my condition worsening but I crawled over to him.

I just needed to blow the powder on him and his spell would stop.

I got it from my pocket but when I brought out the vial, father stamped on my hand, crushing not only my bones but the vial containing the powder.

"A feeble, feeble attempt, pearl."

He makes winds blow it out the window, never to be seen again.

"I expected better," he shakes his head condescendingly. "I expected better, especially from you."

I couldn't breathe and I knew that there was no way that I could survive much longer.