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.𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 FIVE.
[05]. Death Keeps Knocking On My Door.
【 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 ONE】
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❝ ꜰɪɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʀɪʙʀɪᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴋɪʟʟ
ɪᴛ. ❞
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IT WAS A NEW DAY, the school was currently writing letters to their dead loved ones. Lucas didn't enjoy the idea of it, not many people knew Lucas has had a lover. Just as they didn't know the reason for why he was no longer with her. Of course, Lucas wrote the letter, both he and Hope were forced to. Once he was done he and Hope made their way to their rooms.
As Hope and Rafael are walking a young woman walks into the Salvatore School, and calls Rafael's name.
"Brooklyn?"
Brooklyn turns around and Lucas runs to hug her.
After a moment of confusion and frustration, Lucas left Brooklyn in his dorm room and left with Hope to go find Alaric.
"Doctor Saltzman," Hope says entering the cellar with Lucas by her side.
Not wanting to let her see what he was about to do Alaric turns off the blow torch scrunching his face in frustration.
"Oh, there you are my two favorite lovely teens. I was wondering if you'd come to visit me again." The Necromancer says before turning towards Lucas. "How are you and your friend, the one I saw you with earlier, trying to steal an illicit peek at me?"
Lucas huffed. "As we speak he's having an emotional reunion with his dead girlfriend. And Brooklyn is up in my room. I assume we have you to thank."
The Necromancer sighed. "Poor thing. Her spirit was clinging to you like a vine in winter. It took barely any effort. Actually, she came on her own, I was just here for support." the man says. "I assume you have new things to worry for, now that people are escaping from heaven."
Lucas was about to say something but Alaric stopped him.
"Let's go check up on Brooklyn." Alaric saying before dragging Lucas out the cellar.
Lucas huffed.
Upstairs Lucas and Alaric walk quickly through the halls discussing the newest monster downstairs.
"I take it things aren't going well," Lucas says
"He's a diva."
"So what's the plan?" Lucas replies. "I know you don't want to give over the knife but we can't have him raising the lost loved ones of everyone in this school."
Alaric sighed. " I will handle it. I have questions that need answers."
"Okay, well, I'm not sure your methods are the most effective."
Alaric stopped in their tracks by facing him. "Luc, I said I will handle it. Now just stay away from him."
Lucas's jaw tensed. "I don't think you understand me, Ric. Brooklyn is back, and if she's back that means others could've been free'd as well."
"What's so bad about Angels being free?" Alaric questions
"Not just the angels," Lucas replied with a low whisper. "Okay? If the demons escape hell, hell will literally freeze over."
Alaric rubbed his temples. "Let's deal with one problem at a time."
With that, the two arrived at Lucas's dorm. Lucas slowly opened the door revealing Brooklyn who had just gotten out of the shower. They were able to tell by the wet hair.
"Brooklyn, is it? Brooklyn, I am Dr. Saltzman I am here to help you." Alaric says softly
Brooklyn furrowed her brows. "What do I need help with?"
"Well do you know how you got here?"
"I walked right through the gates of Heaven," Brooklyn explained.
Lucas huffed. "How did they even open? Who opened them?"
"I'm not sure."
The two could tell she was speaking the truth.
"All I know is that some zombie-like dude helped me get here," Brooklyn explained.
Alaric nodded slowly. "Well, what do you last remember? Do you feel an urge for anything?"
Brooklyn shook her head. "No, I don't. And I remember everything. Dying, and then waking up in heaven."
"How'd you die?"
"Well, Lucas—"
"That's enough," Lucas says as he stood to his feet and sighed. "Brooklyn, can I talk to you?"
Brooklyn nodded before following Lucas out the door. Once they were outside Lucas was quick to grab her by the neck and pin her to the wall.
"What are you doing here, Brooklyn?" Lucas hissed
"You already know," Brooklyn replied
Lucas narrowed his eyes. "What did my dad do?" he says letting her.
"Your dad is no longer in hell, we don't know and the demons are out of control," Brooklyn replies.
"Well, where is he?"
"Some say he's back In Los Angeles."
"How long has he been gone?"
"The past 2 human years."
Lucas's eyes widened. "How is that even possible? I just saw him before I came here to Mystic Falls."
"Well, he played you."
Lucas scoffed. "And this little act you've got going on? Why are you lying to them? You were chained in hell along with every other person."
"I needed to see you. The demons plan on retaliating soon." Brooklyn said with a serious tone. "You have three options, One, find the Tribrid and kill it, Two, find out where your father is and bring him back, or three, come back and take over."
"And if I don't do anything?"
"Hell will break loose. Hell needs a king, and it needs to be the child of Lucifer. And since Ethan and Maya are lost lonely dead—." Brooklyn says
"It's going to have to be me," Lucas says finishing her sentence off with a sigh.
Brooklyn nodded. "Any luck finding the Tribrid?"
"No. I haven't focused on that, I've been busy with things here—"
"Are you serious?" Brooklyn scoffed
"What?"
"You're getting distracted," Brooklyn says before narrowing her eyes. "Is there a girl?"
"No. There's not."
"Are you sure—"
"Brooklyn." Lucas huffed. "Focus on yourself. I'll get everything together here. You go back to hell and tell Dromos that father and I will be back soon with the Tribrid's head."
Brooklyn hesitated before nodding.
With that Lucas looked around his surroundings right before reaching into his coat and taking out a blade. With that he sliced it into the air, creating a portal back to hell.
"See you soon, Lyn."
"Don't fail us," Brooklyn warns before walking into the portal.
And by then she was gone. Back to hell, she went. And Lucas on the other hand was filled with all types of different emotions. He had so many questions.
Not only did he have to focus on finding the Tribrid, but he had to focus on finding his father who apparently had been lying to him.
"Are you two—" Alaric stopped mid-sentence when he noticed Brooklyn was no longer there. "Where did she go?"
"Back home," Lucas replied
Alaric nodded in confusion. "I'm going to check up on Rafael." the man says before walking away.
Lucas huffed before walking towards the cellar where he ran into Hope.
"What are you doing?" Lucas questions startling Hope.
Hope gasped. "Oh my—you have to stop doing that!"
Lucas snorted. "Who would've known the all Mighty Hope Mikaelson was afraid of people sneaking up on her."
"Shut up." Hope giggles before handing the boy the books she had in her hand.
"What is this?"
"The answer to our questions about this Necromancer dude," Hope says
Lucas hummed before reading through the books quickly. Once he finished he had nothing but a confused expression.
"There's nothing in here that mentions The Necromancer."
"Exactly."
"I'm lost."
Hope sighed. "Wow. Um, my point is, nothing in the books saying anything about this new monster. It's like he was erased or forgotten."
"You think it has something to do with the knife don't you?" Lucas says noticing the look on Hope's face.
Hope nodded. "This is all obviously connected somehow."
"There's only one way to find out."
With that, the two made their way towards the cellar. Once they were close by The Necromancer sits in the cellar taking deep breaths as if he smells something coming.
"Oh. You have a powerful scent of death on you." The man says
Revealing themselves from the shadowed hall Hope and Lucas both walk into the doorway allowing him to fully see them.
"It's quite lovely, really." The necromancer continues.
Hope sighed. "I thought maybe we could talk."
Using her magic she unlocks his chains from outside the cell. Almost instantly he stands free of the chains Alaric had put on him earlier.
"Such a puny creature dares to dalliance with The Almighty Necromancer."
Lucas scoffed. "Zombie man, you don't exist. Sorry to break it to you."
"I won't fall for your mind games."
Hope shook her head. "This isn't a game. Let me lay it out for you. You died, you were in a dark place for what felt like an eternity until suddenly you were pulled into the light with a singular, inexplicable mission to retrieve a knife."
"Do continue."
The Necromancer takes a step closer to the gate. Hope steps off the steps standing in front of the cells.
Lucas stood right next to the girl.
"It's been the same with all the creatures that came before you. A dragon, a gargoyle, a...Arachne, a dryad-" Hope explained
"Such creatures exist only in fiction."
"No, they've been erased from history, along with you," Lucas replied
The Necromancer broke out into laughter. "That's preposterous. I'm world-renowned. People tremble at the sound of my name." he says
"Oh, yeah. I'm trembling." Lucas snorts
The Necromancer and Hope both rolled their eyes.
"Don't believe me?" Hope says stepping forward, she hands him through the cell the books she had been holding. "Read up."
Necromancer takes the books from her, inhaling sharply.
"No!" Enraged he throws the books she gave him at the wall. "No! No!" In a fit of rage, he began to destroy what little was in the cell by throwing the pages of the books along with the chair he was just sat in. "No! No! No! No! A lifetime's work, my legacy, reduced to something as-as pitiful as a brand of sorcery? Where I am barely a footnote? Who is responsible for this vile affront?"
Lucas sighed. "We were hoping you'd help us figure that old, Frankenstein."
The necromancer considers his proposition briefly before taking the chair off the ground sitting it up right before then sitting down. "Well, then I'm all ears."
Hope nodded before pulling out a seat in front of the Necromancer. "If you want to get to the bottom of this, we need to know who's communicating with you."
The Necromancer scoffed. "No one's communicating with me. My mind is a steel trap."
Lucas narrowed his eyes. "But you knew to resurrect Ric's dead fiancée right after he mentioned her to the dryad. That's why he had questions. It can't be a coincidence. You're all coming after the same thing, communicating in some way, so who's pulling the strings?"
The Necromancer grew annoyed. "I am no puppet."!he says as he exhales turning walking away from the two briefly before looking back. "It's less a voice, more an instinct. I simply know things."
Hope hummed. "Like how you know you're here to retrieve a knife and return it to a place called Malivore."
"Malivore?" Lucas repeated
The Necromancer smirked. "Ahh. There we go, boy. Let the memories kick in."
"You know what Malivore is?" Hope questioned
Lucas ignored her question before turning towards the monster. "Why do you need to return the knife to Malivore?"
"If I return the knife to Malivore, I will be free." The man replies.
"Of what?"
The Necromancer glanced at Lucas who seemed nervous "The blackness. The Void. The empty oblivion—"
Hope interrupts him with a groan. "Do you ever just say things once? More importantly, do you know how to get there?"
"Only that knife will lead me."
Hope holds open another book she had brought with her revealing a drawing of three triangles all drawn on top of each other. The Necromancer's face changes along with Lucas's as if they both know it.
"I'm assuming you know this symbol," Hope says
"It is the sign of the worst existential nightmare. The ultimate hell. The––"
"You're doing it again. Focus. What does it mean?" Hope says eagerly
Lucas inhaled. "That symbol represents what you say happened to him. It means no one remembers you. No one celebrates you. No one mourns you. Loosely translated it means, "permanent death."
"How do you know about this?" Hope questions
"I created Malivore, Hope."