No One's POV
Genesis disappeared off the plain of the Earth she was on, taking with her the eldest Mikaelson male, Finn Mikaelson, only to appear a moment later in what many of the angels called a "green room"; in reality, it was a place constructed purely out of an angel's grace, many of the lower level angels could do it, but of course, the Archangels were the most powerful and therefore it was easiest for them to do it without thought.
"Wake up." Genesis demands, snapping her fingers mere inches from Finn's face, while tapping her foot a little impatiently.
Finn snaps awake abruptly, his eyes going wide as he takes in his surroundings or lack of them.
"Wh- where am I? Who are you?" Finn questions, his tone a demand, recognizing the young woman before him who had easily taken out the sigils and magic his mother had crafted.
"You don't get to demand anything of me, Finn Mikaelson." Genesis' voice is steel, slicing through the air in a firm coldness, holding a weight to it that spoke of a millennium of years and wisdom. "But, to answer your question… This is what many would call a green room… Sort of a holding room if you will. You can't get out. Not until I say the magic words, wave my hand, and make it all disappear. You could try if you'd like." Genesis offers, her voice taking a playful, if not mischievous glint to it as she gestures to the four plain walls around them.
"Wh- what?" Finn sputters inelegantly, as elegantly as Damon Salvatore had been the last day or so, which is to say, sputtering like a wet cat.
"It's created by an angel's grace… My name is Genesis. And, I'm an Archangel." Genesis offers just as deadpan as all her older brothers, save for maybe Gabriel, the over dramatic shit he was, would do, at that lightning crashes, illuminating shadows of her six wings, their large span wrapping around the walls.
Genesis thought Finn Mikaelson may actually faint at that not-so-small revelation.
"Did you know that I am the youngest Archangel?" Genesis asks conversational, turning away from Finn for a brief moment. "Father decided after a millennium or so that my brothers, yes, Michael, Lucifer, Gabriel, and Raphael, that they needed a sister. I think he believed that I could help keep them in line… That was… Sometimes effective, depending on the day." At that, Genesis smiles slightly, fond memories washing over her.
"So, I am both an older and younger sibling, Finn Mikaelson… And, I am a Commander over hundreds of angels in the Heavenly Host." Genesis continues. "I take both roles very seriously."
"I- I would imagine so…" Finn answers, his head turned slightly as he watches with rapt attention the Archangel before him.
"Did you also know, that your family, among the billions of universes, worlds, cosmos, and creations that my Father created, the angels know yours?" Genesis asks, suddenly seeming to veer off in a random direction and turning back to look at Finn, her gaze piercing.
"What?" Finn questions, now caught off guard.
"Yes. Your mother went against my Father's wishes to create the Original family. She went against nature's natural course." Genesis offers as explanation.
"Then we're the abomination I've always known." Finn looks equal parts disgusted and disappointed in the revelation.
"Do you think you're alone in that? To say that is, arrogance… In this world alone are witches and werewolves… But there are other worlds. The Alphas all created species against my Father's will. A new breed of so called monsters, vampires, werewolves, ghouls, wraiths… I could go on… But I believe you get the point. You are not alone. My Father allows it, because that is creation and that is free will." Genesis merely dismisses, but her tone is just slight of patronizing as she now stares down at Finn Mikaelson.
At this, Finn sort of just gapes at Genesis.
"Your mother is wrong, Finn." Genesis says, her voice kinder and gaze soft. "You are not a monster, a mindless beast, an abomination, or a curse upon the Earth. And you do not deserve death. No more than the smallest mouse or creature upon the Earth. Had I been your mother, I would have guided you, protected you, and loved you, as a mother should have. My Father gave us, all of his creation, free will. Do you not deserve the same, Finn Mikaelson? Do you not deserve the opportunity for a life of your choosing? One not overshadowed by your mother's hatred, her quest for her own misplaced redemption, or your father's anger and rage?"
But for all Genesis' warmth, tenderness, and understanding towards Finn's circumstance under the rule of the Original Witch, it did not lessen Finn's responsibility to his siblings; not in her mind at least, he still could have made a different choice, there were a hundred little moments in which he could have but yet he had not.
"Now that we've had this little, history lesson of sorts…" Genesis says, voice turning a little stricter. "It's time for you to listen. And listen well."
"You have failed, Finn Mikaelson." Genesis' tone becomes pointed, filled with an ancient sort of power as her voice seems to fill the space around them and almost immediately Finn feels like a small child being scolded, chastised by Genesis' power and tone.
"You are the eldest Mikaelson. You have a duty to your siblings. And you have failed. I cannot fathom, in the entire worlds, universes, cosmos, how you do not see this. House Mikaelson. Always and forever, isn't that your family vow? And you sought to ally yourself with the Original Witch." Genesis spits out Original Witch like a bad taste or a curse word. "To destroy your family and the entire vampire race. For what ends? To seek your mother's approval in the Other Side? To seek peace?"
"What you seek will never come. Your mother does not care for you. You are a means to an end. She seeks her own redemption and absolution for herself, at the cost of anyone and anything else. She is a coward and would and did cast you aside the moment conflict comes." Genesis words fall like a gavel, even toned and unrelenting, shattering a thinly veiled illusion Finn always seemed to have.
Finn desperately wanted to deny everything Genesis was telling him, yet, in the back of his mind, he couldn't; his mother had deserted him the moment Genesis had appeared, and, if Genesis herself had not taken him here to this "green room", then surely his siblings would have killed him for his betrayal.
Moreover, he desperately wanted to cling onto the words Genesis had said; that he was not a monster, that he was not an abomination, and that he did not deserve death. That instead he deserved life. But what was life?
"If you seek peace, Finn Mikaelson." Genesis words are softer, like one would speak to a wounded animal as it seems her words are finally sinking in. "Make amends to your siblings. Seek forgiveness. Apologize. And be the sibling I know you can and should be."