AN: Back from the dead. It's been a long time (more like three years too long) but I decided to finish up what I started. Can't wait to see where this goes!

SEASON THREE


Ain't No Rest For the Wicked


Nexie quietly sipped on her beer as she stared in front of her. Her elbows rested on the kitchen island, offering her support. She could hear the front door close and shuffling throughout the house but chose to ignore it- that is until it made its way to her.

"Nexie."

Her eyes still glued to the coffee pot in front her as Diana huffed. "Nexie, Hale just called me." The lavender haired girl remained silent as the faerie continued.

"Hey!" Diana grabbed her arm, forcing her to look in her eyes. "This is the third time you've ran away from him. This week. And out of a Taco Bell bathroom?"

Nexie scoffed, "Yeah well in my defense he was annoying."

"When are you going to stop, Nex? I know you're upset and you have ever right to be." Diana sat on the stool besides the girl, attempting to appeal to her with no avail. "But, this guy is your new watcher and with you dodging him every chance you get, I feel like he's been watching me as well."

Grabbing the beer from her hand, Diana took a swig. Crinkling her nose at the taste of the amber drink hitting her tongue causing Nexie to laugh. "I just- He's everywhere I go. Always lurking and listening. Ugh, and his questions!" Nexie turned her head towards Diana, "like can he just piss off? This might be the actual place he hasn't invaded."

"Well, Nex-" Diana was cut off by knocking and Jules running to get the door. Nexie rolled her eyes and took another swig, silently hoping it was Eric at her door.

"Princess." Hale. Nexie stared at him with disdain. Viewing the suitcase next to him, she exhaled and chugged her beer.

Jules looked up at him and smiled oblivious to it all.


Alana was quietly lifted to her feet and escorted into the the throne room. Carefully, she eyed the King's guards as they unlocked her bondages and walked away. She was unsure of what may come but refused to give up with out a fight. Something King Baal could see as he entered the room.

"Alana."

"Uncle." Baal examined her as her shoulders were tense and lips pursed together. Baal's eyes were unnerving, calculating and empty. She stared at him in all his glory, dressed in a custom tailored suit with his black hair meticulously pushed back and beards groomed and trimmed. He was about the same age as her mother once was, yet radiated pure power and excellence.

"I see you have got yourself into quite the mess, my love." Alana held her breath, fearing what he would do. Coming closer to her, her leaned by her right ear. "You can breathe. You have more use alive, rather than ending up like your mother."

Exhaling, Alana relaxed her shoulders but still watched the King of her tribe as he walked back and forth. "I must say, though you murdered her in cold blood, you have saved me quite the headache. My dear sister was quite the pest. Believing she was the one who deserved all the power. Too bad, our mother pushed her out two minutes after me."

Alana looked at the room around her as her uncle stated his piece. The room was painted light blue with golden ornament decor causing the room to sparkle in gold as the sun set. The very floor she stood on, was a dark blue and glimmered mimicking the ocean that was right outside the walls of the room. This was the very floor she would play with Cleo and Marina as a child, the room where her mother was announced Supreme after her predecessor passed, the floor she believed she would stand on when her cousin became Queen of the Oceania Tribe. However now, it seemed empty.

"I always loved you, perhaps, more than Lillian at certain points. I treated you as my own, hoping you would become the mermaid you were-"

"-always destined to be." Alana finished his sentence. "I don't even know what that means. You, mother, always said that yet what does that even mean?"

Baal inhaled, "And unfortunately you will never know." Alana's eyebrows furrowed in confusing. Her head snapped behind her upon seeing the doors open revealing six men in dark cloaks enter with a covered fixture being pushed behind them. Alana's eyes widened at the secret order that rushed in, with the The Mirror of Macedonia in tow.

"What? What is this?" Her breathing quickened as she slowly stepped back.

She was in utter shock at the sight of the men. The very men who were a mysterious to those who knew of them. The handlers of the most deadliest weapons to the supernatural community. In history they go by many names but the most prominent was the Demogatoria, the handlers of all souls. Rumors flared of alliances with the Devil, divination of God, balancers of nature. All that they were was secret but what they weren't was human. The Mirror of Macedonia, probably their most feared weapon was passed from kingdoms to kingdoms, with whispers of death that followed it's travels. That is until the secret order came into possession of it.

A weapon too powerful for one nation, the Demogatoria was able to harness and wield its power. They were the only ones immune to it.

"My dear, killing one of our own is a grave offense." Baal stated calmly, nodding to his guard's. Quickly grabbing hold of her arms, she faced her uncle. "Please. Please! Uncle, why are you doing this? Please I am begging for mercy. Nexie needs me!" Peering back she saw the rectangular mirror become unveiled, standing at it's height of 8 feet.

She shook her head, tears pouring from her eyes. "Please Uncle. I regret what I have done. But this- this is far worse than any act I have ever done." Baal walked towards her and caressed her cheek. She knew it wasn't of compassion but of merciless taunting, King Baal was known for his games. "You have broken many laws. You have allowed yourself to cozy up with men lesser than our kind, refusing to wed to create strong members of our royal family. My daughter almost got killed recusing your vampire boy lover. You killed your mother. This is 500 years in the making."

"I will do anything. Please. I am nothing without the one part you are trying to take from me. I beg you." Alana pleaded once more as the King's guards were replaced by two men in cloaks. Baal leaned over once more and whispering lightly in her ear, "You beg even more than my wife once did. Even Glenda knew when she looked desperate." Alana's eyes widened at the mention of Nexie's mother.

"Do not do this, My King. You are making a mistake! There is more to the story than you know! My mother- she sent a mae-"

"Silence! I am King and my work is Law! Do well to remember that."

Hitting the back of her knees, Alana feel to the ground. The two men held her arms out forcing her to face the black wooden frame was etched with runes of dead languages and pictures. Baal walked next to the mirror, avoiding it's wrath and facing it. He nodded to the man next to him who started the incarnation, "Gheena"

Alana closed her eyes but was soon forced to open them after a swift pull of her hair. Her eyes flew open at the pain and was pulled into a trance by the mirror. Hearing whispers and noises only audible to her. She Josef's laughter, her unborn baby's cry, her father's voice. The black clouded swirling mass encompassed the mirror. "Is that you?" She whispered as her eyes stared unmoving, and a tear trickled down her cheek. Baal's eyes glanced to the handler who watched emotionless.

Alana felt herself be pulled, her green orbs glowing. A small gasp escaped her lips as a sea green string of energy exited her abdominal and connected to the center of the black mass. As her powers exited her body she began to hear screams, piecing noises. Screaming, Alana's body tensed up.

"What's happening?!" She yelled as her soul began to exit her body, the string of energy glowed stronger. The black clouded mass began to brighten with the entrance of her soul. "Please! End it! Let me die! I beg you." She yelled. Baal closed his eyes and watched as she slumped to the floor. Tears in her eyes and she breathed raggedly. The members covered up the mirror, "It is done." With that they swiftly exited leaving the guards, Alana and King Baal.

"Alana Sofokleous, daughter of Lillian and Lachlan Sofokleous of the Oceania Tribe, I hereby banish you." He said quietly watching his niece's soft cries turn into sobs. He inhaled as we watched the mere human before him, grasping any semblance of explanation.

Quietly he spoke, "You could've been the strongest mermaid this tribe has ever seen. If only..." With that he turned away and exited the room. Leaving Alana to slowly pick herself up.


Rain slowly trickled down the window of the parlor room, Nexie sat on the couch with her sketch pad in hand. Her shading pencil moved furiously as inspiration soared in her. As quickly as inspiration comes, it goes. Hale watched the woman as he leaned against the arched entryway. "I can feel your eyes burning my head." She stated without looking as she held her pencil.

He exhaled and smiled softly and he stepped down the step and entered the room. He moved towards Nexie who put her sketch pad down on the table in front of her and grabbed her drink. "You draw beautifully, Princess."

"Well, I wasn't near done until you rudely interrupted with your staring." He chuckled at her antics as he sat alongside her on the couch.

Nexie rolled her eyes and placed her drink down, leaning against the arm of the couch, she stared at him as she moved her feet slightly to her chest. "So how can I help you? Need a towel since you've moved in?"

He slowly blinked, "You know, don't think I am happy with this arrangement either. I had a life before the King requested I pick up and move an ocean away to watch his bratty kid."

"My dad chose you?" He nodded, sensing her small voice. He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his legs. "Maybe I came off too strong or maybe you are used to doing whatever you want. That's what got Alana in trouble, but me? It won't. You are stuck with me and I with you." His voice was calm. Nexie eyed the light mocha skinned man before her, never realizing his hazel eyes or his dashing smile. She hated how he put Alana down, but from his view point thats what it seemed to outsiders.

"I guess we should get to know one another. On account of the whole "daddy stuck us together" thing." She cautiously said. He looked at her and smiled. "Just- stop with the princess shit. I rather not be reminded."

"Who said it was cause of your title?" He chuckled. He began to stand up and nodded towards the young woman. "Goodnight, Princess." She rolled her eyes as he took his leave. Watching his turn the corner, she sat there quietly as her instrumental piano music played softly. Grabbing her phone, she placed a quick call, "Hey, I need you to come over like pronto."