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HELL. Well it wasn't that bad as it was spoken of. It was quite nice, that or it was actually really bad, but Katherine got used to it since she had been down there for a long time. But then the ruler died and she got crowned the queen of hell.
Katherine saw an opportunity and took it, so the devil's spawn was now walking through the living, enjoying her crown, her vampire side and her immortality.
The doppelganger was back, she was a monster and a queen and she wanted her revenge and, well, her life back.
The Petrova has always been tough, feisty, smart and now, she was worse.
New Orleans. The city that never sleeps and the city of a very old and powerful family. The Mikaelsons. Her plan was simple: find the hybrid, confuse him, kill him.
But before doing anything else she had to play his game, let him find her and let him think he had it all under control. , Right when she was getting the fresh blood go down her throat, enjoying the tasty salty flavor of it and in the end absorbing the victim's soul, the brunette was interrupted by a familiar voice. Her eyes rolled, yet she took her time to put on her survivor face and act it tough in front of him.
"Beg for my life? Still believing you are the devil in disguise? Take a look into reality, Klaus. I am the true devil now." a smirk appeared in the corner of her lips knowing damn well that her words will angry him, making him want to take control of her.
"What's wrong? Did having a daughter soften you?" Letting her eyes roll a bit, the brunette tilted her head on a side, trying to calm herself. After all, you don't want to see the devil go rogue. "What is it that you really want?"
Katherine saw an opportunity and took it, so the devil's spawn was now walking through the living, enjoying her crown, her vampire side and her immortality.
The doppelganger was back, she was a monster and a queen and she wanted her revenge and, well, her life back.
The Petrova has always been tough, feisty, smart and now, she was worse.
New Orleans. The city that never sleeps and the city of a very old and powerful family. The Mikaelsons. Her plan was simple: find the hybrid, confuse him, kill him.
But before doing anything else she had to play his game, let him find her and let him think he had it all under control. , Right when she was getting the fresh blood go down her throat, enjoying the tasty salty flavor of it and in the end absorbing the victim's soul, the brunette was interrupted by a familiar voice. Her eyes rolled, yet she took her time to put on her survivor face and act it tough in front of him.
"Beg for my life? Still believing you are the devil in disguise? Take a look into reality, Klaus. I am the true devil now." a smirk appeared in the corner of her lips knowing damn well that her words will angry him, making him want to take control of her.
"What's wrong? Did having a daughter soften you?" Letting her eyes roll a bit, the brunette tilted her head on a side, trying to calm herself. After all, you don't want to see the devil go rogue. "What is it that you really want?"