The Land of the Dead – II
Summary: Princess of Cælum, Caroline Forbes, finds herself forced in Infernum as a plot for revenge against her Father. As terror begins to consume the angel, she finds comfort from the enemy, an Infernum Prince. l Twist on Heaven and Hell l Klaroline AU
I do not own The Vampire Diaries or The Originals.
They all waited for her arrival. Each Mikaelson poised and ready to have the Cælum princess in their clutches.
CAROLINE
I shuddered when my eyes found the man that seemed to only live in legends. I stopped walking immediately I felt the female behind me push her fingers into the white material of the back of my dress. There was no going back.
The first demon stood at the top of tall concrete steps. A long dark robe fell across his wrinkled figure. His lips began to curl into a pleased smirk.
"You have done well Salvatore," he praised my betrayer. "You will report to your normal position with Niklaus."
"Thank you your highness," he bowed his head before moving his gaze onto the only Princess who stood beside her mother. Stefan headed towards to the side of the steps where other men stood in a guard like position.
"Now onto the subject at hand," the King of Inferum spoke again as his eyes moved onto my quivering state. I felt so nervous about what would happen. Would he kill me? Or make me suffer? I wanted to know my fate...and yet I didn't want to at all. "Make her kneel."
Instantly I felt two hands force me to the floor. I gasped a small cry when I felt the impact of my knees. Several hisses sounded around me. I felt confused why until I saw the blood oozing from the wound.
"Seems like there is more to you than meets the eye," King Mikael watched me closely before projecting his voice to the huge crowd. "Demons of Infernum, we have waited centuries for our revenge on the angels of Cælum. William Forbes sentenced each and every one of us to this land which we have made our own. And now, the Princess of Cælum is in our possession. I am sure young Caroline will enjoy the festivities of our celebration of the beginning of our victory."
"My Father is stronger than you think," I muttered in a small tone. He laughed an evil laugh, making his way towards me as his black robe slid behind him. In an instant I found his hand slapping against my cheek with such force that no angel would be able to uphold. As my head hit the ground I fell unconscious.
"Niklaus, take her to her prepared chambers," Mikael ordered in a disapproving tone before he made his way back towards his family. "And tend to her wounds. I do not want any...accidents."
"Yes sir," the hybrid spoke. He gestured for Stefan and another of his men to collect the Princess and bring her into the castle through a side door.
Prince Niklaus' men left the room where the unconscious angel laid on the bed in her new home. Her cell was situation at the top of the south tower of the Infernum castle. A small slit window gazed out across the region, displaying the blood rivers curling around the demon's homes.
The hybrid stayed watching over the girl as one of the royal court witches came to seal the Princess' wounds. It was important that her oozing blood didn't tempt any of the vampires nearby. They were closer to reclaiming their home and her death would ruin the chances of that.
The teenage witch used a damp swab, with a small bowl of clear water beside her, to clean the scars on the angel's head and knees.
As the Prince gazed down on the blonde's wounds he thought about the biology of an angel of Cælum. He felt puzzled as he knew she shouldn't be bleeding. Angels were dead like the demons of Infernum and neither species had the ability to bleed. When an angel or demon hurt themselves, their body simply cracks and heals over a period of time which depends on the extent of the injury. As the only blood in the Infernum was either from the sky or rivers, a party of demons would venture down to earth through the living portal to collect food. The blood from the Infernum couldn't be compared to the liquid being fresh from the vein.
Once the brunette witch had finished with their capture, Niklaus stayed a little longer to gaze upon the angel. There was something about her that interested him. Whether it was for the better or for the worse that was unclear.
Minutes had passed when his hearing caught footsteps nearing the locked door. The Prince left the room in search of the visitor.
"Mr. Salvatore, I do not believe you have permission to be here," he stated harshly glaring at the vampire who had just returned home.
"Forgive me my Prince but I wished to speak to the angel," he bowed his head slightly with respect.
"And try to regain her trust. I cannot allow that," the Prince spoke with his usual authoritative tone displaying his status. "You have done your part by luring her into no-man's land. Leave the rest us to do ours."
"I understand but I feel like I owe her an explanation," the vampire sighed. His guilt playing on his mind. In under a second the hybrid had the man pushed up against the stone wall in a strong grasp around his neck. No demon should feel remorse.
"She knows the truth, you will be seen as the enemy now. Demons and Angels are enemies, and it is how it should be. Let her despise you." Stefan was released and nodded, he could not deny his Prince.
"Let us leave the tower and discuss your position now that you have returned," the Prince tapped his soldier's shoulder in a friendly gesture. The demons flashed down the spiral staircase like they were old friends, forgetting their little spat.
CAROLINE
My eyes fluttered open for a moment as I felt my legs and head stinging slightly. As I gazed down I noticed how the skirt of my white dress now had an overlay of brown and red from my fall by the King's hand. It was then I remembered, the kidnapping, the Kind of Infernum. I was a prisoner.
It was clear from the small room and thin window that allowed me to see very little. The biggest clue was the metal bars on the door that was presumably locked shut and the chain from before was still encased on my wrist. I noticed a burly gentleman standing outside, guarding me.
I sighed curling into the stone cold wall. My wounds on my legs were patched somehow leaving only a red scar which I hoped would fade away. I hoped the same was with my head.
Outside my only window above the bed, I received my first glimpse of Infernum from above. It was a mess. Shades of black and red greeted me instead of the familiar pale complexion that my home held gracefully. The sky was a pale pink with only the moon dimly shining…but it wasn't night.
Time passed and I continued to lay against the cold wall, with a small scratchy blanket wrapped around my shoulders, gazing out. A few tears had previously trickled down my cheeks as I missed my parents. I hoped they'd come after me.
The door clicked open. I gasped slightly as I pushed myself further against the wall. I wanted to hide. A young woman with dark hair entered the room carrying a box in her hands.
"I promise I will not hurt you," she stated her peace but I didn't relax. She continued to near closer to the bed where I rested. "How are your wounds feeling? The ointment I used should sting a little but it is the best I can do."
"Y-you helped me?" I stammered into a whisper.
"Yes, I usually heal the humans that survive from dinner. I was surprised to be called to you," she paused crocking her head softly. "You have a heart beat too. Whether you are actually an angel or human is beside the point. So down to business." The brunette opened the box to reveal a white dress which was similar to the one I was wearing. "You must wear this for the festivities, his majesty requested it." I stared at the dress before noticing a pair of white flats to match.
"Festivities?" I spoke softly in a confused tone.
"They have been planned for your arrival. It is important that the inhabitants receive a glimpse of hope," she turned to leave the room. "You will understand soon enough. I will return in five minutes to collect you." The woman left the room, leaving me with the garments.
After debating on whether to follow my orders, I decided to wear the dress as I felt disgusted in my ruined gown. The dress flowed beautifully down my figure, fitting me exactly; as did the shoes. I was awfully intrigued as how they knew such details about me.
"It fits, good," a deep accent filled the room. I flipped my head around causing the skirt to fly around my ankles. My eyes widened at the Prince's presence. "No need to be frightened love. I am just taking over from Davina." His words didn't comfort me in the slightest. He slowly stepped closer and I cowered back. He flashed a grasp on my bare wrist, the opposite to the one that wore the chain. "Timid little thing aren't you," he chuckled menacingly. With his free hand, he ran his fingers through my blonde curls rearranging the way they fell from my head. "Much better. Don't you agree sweetheart?" He raised my head, placing a finger under my chin. I gave him a harsh glare removing myself from his grasp as I received another chuckle from him. "Oh c'mon love, lighten up a bit. If that's even possible for you…" He took a step back while his hues gazed along my figure. "From your injuries I questioned your angel status and yet you are radiant in your light. We might be quite similar."
"I'm nothing like you," I narrowed my eyes while I scowled.
"I'm beginning to doubt that sweetheart," he smirked before wrapping an arm around my waist. "We must attend the celebration for your arrival otherwise Mikael will not be pleased." His lips spoke his father's name with distaste.
Before I could object I found myself flung from the cell and down the stairs in a couple of seconds. I held my head feeling dizzy from the fast movement as we stood on the edge of a large grassy field. Each blade that had rose from the ground was slumping tiredly and was faded in colour.
"She's ready brother," I was soon met by a new face. He was older than the previous but still carried the Mikaelson importance with him. Shackles were slapped onto my wrists, the first chain staying in place, before I was dragged into the large ring. Demons circled the vast area behind ropes scowling or grinning in my direction from a distance. I noticed nine chairs sitting high up. Seven were already occupied, and my previous captor moved to take his position. They were the Mikaelson family, the royals of Infernum. Stefan, my old friend, stood protectively behind a blonde's chair. Many other Mikaelsons had someone behind them; Prince Niklaus who I had encountered the most had no one like two other royals. I felt confused as to what Stefan and the others were to the siblings.
"Demons of Infernum, I give you the Princess of Cælum, Caroline Forbes!" The King yelled causing the crowds to erupt with cheers at what they had accomplished. The Prince led me towards his father, passing me over to him. "Thank you Finn." Finn nodded, before taking his position beside the blonde woman who I had initially met when I was captured. "With this victory, we will soon reclaim Cælum as our rightful home!" The self-proclaimed King continued receiving more joyful noise from his people. He secured my chains onto a nearby post, directing me to sit myself down on a stool below the Infernum monarchy. "Let the celebrations commence!"
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