Author's Note: Hey guys, it's been a really long time since I've updated and I want to apologize for that and thank everyone who has stuck with this story. It means so much to me!
This is a relatively short chapter, but it was fun to write so I hope you enjoy :)
On with the show . . .
There are many interpretations surrounding the demon Abaddon. These interpretations describe Abaddon as being female while others claim the demon to be a subject of God. Humans create stories to explain the unexplainable, and sometimes these stories are not always correct.
In this reality, Abaddon is a male demon. A handpicked entity chosen by the devil himself, to be more or less a force of destruction. He is known as The Destroyer, and is responsible for all the catastrophes that plague the Earth. His home resides in the darkest pits of hell where only the bad of the bad go. No light and no hope resides in the domain of Abaddon.
So, why in the hell am I going there? Because there's a good chance that he is my father. It would be just my luck, right? Sharing blood with a being known for their intense cruelty. Actually, it would make total sense.
I shouldn't be here. I should be in Paris with Rebekah or out trying to find my mother. The last thing I needed to be doing was searching for my father. Especially if he happened to be the reincarnation of all evil. It was insanity. I guess it was a good thing I was insane. Because of my demonic blood I was granted the ability to see in the dark. The place I currently stood in held no light. Not a flicker or even swirl of color that comes from closing your eyes. It was pure blackness. This place was the oblivion of hell.
I arrived in his 'throne' room, of sorts. Which basically consisted of desiccated bones and other ungodly substances. There was no sound. Not even the cries of horror that emanated from those damned to these circumstances. I wondered if Bill had been sent here, or if his level of cruelty wasn't deep enough for this place.
"I knew you'd come." The voice was the same as it had been yesterday. Deep and soulful. Which was amusing considering the fact that it belonged to a soulless being.
"Your curiosity matches that of your mother, Caroline." Cold breath fanned across my neck and I flinched away, only to collide with his solid body. Large hands grasped my hips and pushed me back. My ability to see through shadows didn't seem to work with him, because I couldn't see the man currently pushing me farther into the deepest pit of hell.
"Hasn't anyone ever told you? Curiosity kills." His voice was a seductive purr, but his intent was the farthest thing from seduction. The hands still locked around my hips slid to my waist and he encircled it, gaining an even stronger hold on me than before. This was not good. This was horrible and I was an idiot for coming here.
"Actually, yes!" My laugh was awkward and my voice shaky.
"In fact, I was just telling myself that same thing five seconds ago. So, I'll be going now." I try to squirm from his grip, but he doesn't budge. I slump in momentary defeat, annoyed by Klaus of all things. No wonder the devil picked him to be his right hand. They were both stubborn as hell and more arrogant than Aphrodite. One hand released my waist, but that didn't give me any more leverage for escape. If anything, it only tightened the hold on my left side, which caused pain.
Surprisingly gentle, fingertips stroked down my face only to come under my chin and lift my eyes to meet his. Which was useless because I couldn't see! My gaze searched darkness and his thumb pressed painfully into my jaw, drawing a whimper from me.
"I've heard about you, you know. Some say your cruelty is enough to match the devil, while others hold onto the idea that your apathy is nothing more than a front. A front to hide a broken little girl." His breath fans my face as he talks. My breathing had started to accelerate during his little confession.
"Do you wish to know what I think, Caroline?" He questioned.
"No." And I didn't. I wanted to leave and never return. I wanted to forget about this and smack myself, for thinking that I could trust any man who had a relationship with my mother. Hadn't I learned anything? Apparently not.
"Well, I'm going to tell you anyway." He informs me and I don't refrain from rolling my eyes.
"I think both observations are correct." His observation pissed me off.
"I don't think it really matters what you think, because you don't know me from Adam." I find the strength to push away from him, or maybe he lets me. I don't know. I don't care.
We circle each other and while he gets a full show of the emotional turmoil skirting across my features, I get nothing. I see nothing. And it's irritating, to say the least.
"That is correct, I admit." He murmurs and I growled, low in my throat.
"I have one question." Time to get on with the show.
"You already know the answer." His response froze me in my place. I shook off the initial shock and continued skirting around his presence. Using the energy waves that emanate off of him as a tool to guide myself away.
"You don't even know the question." I snap and his chuckle warmed my insides in a way that served to piss me off even more than I already was.
"Then enlighten me, dear." Abbadon needed to stop purring. It was getting ridiculous.
"My mother. Elizabeth Forbes. Did you know her?" I asked and this time, his chuckle didn't warm a thing. If anything it frosted the air particles.
"So, deflection it is, eh? Know is a very strong word. I've slept with her." He admits and I nearly stumbled over my own two feet. I caught myself on a cold wall before pushing myself upright.
"Alright then. You gave her immortality then?" I ask and there was silence. So much silence that I started to wonder if he'd just left. Just before I could try to find my way out of this ditch he spoke.
"Your mother is no more immortal than any human." He murmurs and I swallowed, frowning.
"What are you talking about? You turned her into a demon. All demons are immortal." Was he senile?
"Caroline, your human mother came to me after the devil turned her away. She asked me for immortality, offered anything and everything she had for it. I took her body, but I had no intention of ever giving her immortality. She was turned into a demon by William Forbes. A lower class demon with no sort of standing in the devil's court." You could practically taste the noncommittal shrug he had to have performed, at the end of that little piece of information.
"We continued the affair well into her marriage. She was a feisty thing and I was a bored demon, you can't blame me." His voice never raised an octave over normal conversation. As if we were discussing the time or weather.
"So, what? Bill was my father?" I asked and he sighed.
"No. When your mother fell pregnant, she needed to keep it a secret. Because adultery is a crime amongst demons. Nothing would have happened to me, but she would have been rightfully killed. I offered to kill the child, she refused. So, in exchange for your life and my discretion, I took her immortality. A demonic dose of immortality gives me strength and a demon of my age needs strength." His explanation was not one I was expecting.
"She gave you the one thing she's always wanted, in exchange for my life?" I didn't believe it. How could I believe it? She hated me. Well, maybe it did make sense. She regretted her decision and resented me because of it. Right. So I was the definition of a mistake. Wonderful.
"The devil is coming under attack." I inform him.
"I'm aware." Of course he was.
"Does he have your loyalty?" I question and there was a beat of silence.
"Always."
"You hesitated." I murmur.
"Yes, but that wasn't because of him. You two have become quite the team. I suspect that if I give him my loyalty it will also be given to you. That's why so many are questioning his reign, Caroline. You. Add his psychotic parents into the mix and you have a real problem. Michael is recruiting demons. I've already told him where to shove it, but most demons don't know you. Why would they extend their loyalty to you?" His question was rhetorical, but I felt the need to answer.
"Not me. Him." I snap.
"You're one in the same. At least, that's how Klaus sees it." Abaddon was driving me out of my mind. First he tells me Bill turned my mother and then he tells me he offered to abort me. My mother obviously had my back before I was born, but that didn't change the years of cruelty she subjected me to. I was confused and drained. I just wanted to get the fuck out of here.
"I'm your daughter." It wasn't a question.
"You're my daughter." That also wasn't a question.
"I'm sure Klaus will be pleased to hear of your allegiance." Without another word, I turned around and made my way back toward the exit of this horrific place. This was why I never got my expectations up. This was why I kept my emotions buried, because no matter how many times I told myself 'I don't care', I always ended up right where I started. A disappointed mess.
