While You Were Sleeping – Part VI
Stefan groaned as he lost his game, ripping his headphones off his head in annoyance and tossing them to the side. That's when he heard it. A door slamming downstairs. He paused, partly wondering if Bailey was dumb enough to sneak out. No, she wouldn't leave us. He moved silently out of his room, careful not to wake his brother and padded down the stairs in his socks heading toward the kitchen.
He frowned when he saw the blood bag on the counter. Then the voices filtered through from down the hall. He stepped forward quietly, listening in on the conversation.
"See, all of this…this is my ticket home. Oh…you meant did you mean anything to me. No." "Now don't be a brat, Bailey. It's not attractive." Cain? She invited him in? Dad is going to lose it. He thought to himself.
"I'm going to kill you." Stefan's eyes widened at the hate in Bailey's voice. What was going on?
"You can try. Your little brain pop thing doesn't work on me. You think I'd be dumb enough not to protect myself from your magic? I thought of everything. Mm…I knew you'd taste good."
"What do you want from me, Cain? Just tell me so we can get this over with and you can get the hell out of my house."
"But you invited me in, baby…I can come and go as I please now. Should have listened to your dad, I guess. What I want, is to go home. A Bennett witch was the one to destroy it, so I need a Bennett witch to re-create it. That's where you come in."
"You want me to send you back to hell? Great…got a stake?"
"Funny, but it doesn't work that way. This is the only version that explains how Hell was created. They removed it from the new versions. It didn't take me long to figure out where in the world it was. And then when I heard about Cade's death I put two and two together. I thought maybe it would be at the Salvatore school, but when Alaric told me about the Salvatore's extensive collection…well, I knew I had to get to know you."
"Well sorry to disappoint but that's well above my pay grade."
"I think you're forgetting the part where I don't give you a choice. See because if you don't…"
Stefan strained his ears to hear, but he couldn't make out his next words. But Bailey's were clear.
"You're a monster…how could I possibly let myself fall for you?"
"Don't blame yourself. I told you everything you wanted to hear. You were helpless to my charms…it's only natural."
Stefan backed up to the stairs, accidently stepping on the creaky step. His eyes widened, and slid down the hallway on his socks back to his room, closing the door silently behind him.
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They had just gotten out of the car heading towards the opera. They had spent a couple hours at the hotel enjoying their privacy, before they had to rush to the theatre. Sticking her hands in her pockets, Bonnie felt the slip of paper at the bottom. "Really Damon? Love notes? You really are pulling all the stops tonight." She showed it to him with a little smile.
His brow raised. "If it's a love note, it's not from me. Something you want to share with the class Mrs. Salvatore? A secret admirer I should know about." he teased.
She shook her head as she opened it, thinking he was playing around. She stopped dead in her tracks, halting Damon as well. "Damon…we have to go."
"Don't tell me you forgot something. Didn't we do like five checks before we left?" he grumbled.
Her eyes snapped up to him, showing him the note. "It's from Stefan. Bailey's in trouble." She was already heading back to the car in a full sprint, despite her heels and Damon followed her as panic filled his body.
This was his worst nightmare. His children in danger and not being able to do anything about it. Damon's mind raced as he weaved through traffic on the highway. It was the longest forty-five minutes of his life.
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Bailey cried as she channeled the energy of the ancient volume, drawing from its power to create a psychic blast strong enough to open the gates to another dimension. Her mom had done it once…and Bailey hoped she had the same kind of power to save her brothers, but she was feeling drained, and blood leaked from her nose. "I can't do it." She sobbed.
Cain crouched in front of her gripping her chin roughly. "Yes you can! Why do you think I picked you Bailey? I could have just as easily forced your mom into this…would have been a bit more of a challenge, but you were so pretty, I couldn't help myself."
She pulled away with a heated glare, but his grip was too strong. "Let go of me!"
"Hey asshole!" They both turned to the door, Bailey in fear and Cain in amusement. "Let go of my sister." Stefan demanded with his personal crossbow aimed at the vampire.
"Aw…" He stood to his full height. "Look at this…little bro coming to your defense. It's cute." Cain grinned.
"Stefan, get Leo and get out of here!" she yelled desperately earning a heavy backhand across her face. Stefan fired an arrow at Cain in retaliation and it hit him in the shoulder. Cain grunted, ripping it out and his face changed as he focused back on Stefan as he frantically reloaded. Bailey was drained, and her magic didn't work on him, but she was able to muster up enough strength to send a bookcase crashing down on the vampire along with all the books. "Go!" she screamed, scrambling to her feet. Stefan was able to make it back upstairs to their brother before Cain could get to his feet, but as Bailey crossed the threshold, his hand hooked around her ankles bringing her tumbling to the ground.
"You're not getting away from me that easily. We aren't done." He flipped her over, pinning her beneath him.
"Okay! Fine…just leave my brothers alone, okay? I'll do whatever you want." She pleaded, tears streaming down her cheeks. "Please…"
He hauled her up roughly, ignoring her whimper as his hand gripped her hair painfully. "Good…now where were we."
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Stefan ran into Leo's room, waking him up. "Hey…Leo. Wake up."
He rubbed his sleepy eyes with his fists, glaring at his older brother. "Why?"
"We're going to play a game. Remember that secret hiding spot dad showed us?" Leo nodded, sitting up in his bed. "Let's go." He helped him out of bed and creeped down the hall passed Bailey's room to the linen closet. There was a small door under the lowest shelf, and Stefan urged Leo to crawl through it first.
"Where's Bailey?"
Stefan swallowed hoping Leo was too tired to hear the noise downstairs. "She's it; she's looking for us, that's why you got to hide, okay?" The small room wasn't much, but dad had told him it was the safest room in the house; completely off the blue prints and access was seamlessly hidden in the walls. "You stay here, I'm going to make sure she doesn't find us. Don't move."
In the small room, there was a narrow drop down staircase that led out to a closet by the kitchen, and Stefan took it slowly, careful not to make any sounds to alert his presence. Just as he was making his way to the back door, he was grabbed from behind, and a hand covered his mouth. When the person turned him around, he sighed in relief seeing his dad. He threw his arms around him.
Damon put a finger to his lips, telling Stefan to keep quiet. "Where's Leo?" He mouthed in worry.
Stefan pointed to the closet and Damon nodded. "Bailey?" he mouthed again, his eyes begging him to tell him she was okay.
"Office." Damon made a move towards the office and Stefan grabbed him urgently.
Damon pulled him close, whispering in his ear.
Stefan nodded in agreement. "Dad…" He pulled a stake from his back pocket and handed it to him. "Be careful."
He hugged his son one more time, opening the door to the closet for him to go back up to the secret room, and silently moved through the house, following the sounds of voices that echoed through the halls.
"Samael, pater mali, invoco te. Pro peccatoribus et damnatis mundum ad tormenta pariunt."
Damon could hear the struggle in his daughter's voice as she did the spell. She forced the words out through her pain, calling out over whistling winds that whipped through the house. Whatever spell she was doing was drawing from the dark elements and draining her. With nothing else on his mind but saving his daughter, Damon followed her voice, running to his office where the scene stopped him dead in his tracks. There she was, seated in the center of the room, her hair whipping around her, eyes black as midnight, blood leaking from them as well as her nose and mouth.
There was darkness creeping up her veins from her hands all the way up her arms as she channeled pure evil into her body.
"BAILEY!" He yelled hoping to break her out of her trance. He made an attempt to enter the room but there was a forcefield trapping her in with Cain, who grinned manically.
"Well look who showed up to the party. Hey pops! I made myself at home…" he gestured around at the destructive state of the room. "Hope you don't mind."
Damon pounded a fist on the barrier. "Damn it Cain, you let her go! Whatever you want, you leave her out of it!" He yelled, veins popping in his forehead and neck.
Cain spun around a fire poker he commandeered from the fireplace and pointed it at Damon pretentiously. "No can do, daddio. I'm going home and I've been waiting too long to let it slip through my fingers now. But don't worry…when this is all over, I'll be sure to save a special spot for your daughter in Hell." He cracked a crooked smirk.
"Proferte iram vestram, et animas eorum ad gehennam abicite!" Bailey continued to chant, completely oblivious to what was going on around her.
Damon pounded on the barrier. "Bailey! Bailey, listen to me! You got to snap out of it!"
Instead, her words only rose in volume, a deep growling howl echoing behind her natural voice. "Suscipe oblationem nostram! Suscipe sacrificium nostrum!" At the end of her words, there was a resounding crack that tore through from the floor, and a smell that was enough to roll anyone's stomach; a mix of death and brimstone.
Cain however looked on in amazement. "You did it." He whispered, more to himself than anyone else. He tossed the poker away and pulled Bailey up roughly by her arm, yanking her tight to him.
"Please…Cain. Please let me go…I did what you wanted." She begged through her sobs. She was trying to be strong, but her body felt broken.
He brushed the hair out of her face tenderly, like he'd done so many times before. "I know baby, and I can't tell you ow much it means to me." He said in an unusually gentle tone that contrasted his callous behaviour. "You know…you should really brush up on your Latin. Maybe then you would have picked up on a very important part of the ritual." A cruel smirk pulled his lips. "It calls for a sacrifice." His fangs descended and the black veins under his eyes darkened only moments before he drove his fangs into her neck.
"No!" Damon yelled, feeling helpless and unable to stop it.
Her eyes fluttered shut, blood leaking from her neck to the crack in the floor. She was fading, but before he drained her, the windows to the office shattered open and Cain pulled away in surprise with a mouth full of blood. Suddenly, his body was flung through the open windows chest first, forcing Bailey to crumble to the floor. Damon was through the barrier the instant it fell and rushed to Bailey, lifting her into his arms, and holding his hand over her wound. She had lost a lot of blood, but it wasn't enough to kill her. "Come on, sweetheart, you gotta hold on, okay? Don't give up on me." He told her earnestly, supporting her lolling head.
Her eyes blinked open, looking up at him. "Dad?"
"Yeah, bella, I'm here." He smiled down at her reassuringly.
"I'm sorry…" a tear slipped down the side of her face.
"Don't be sorry. Just stay with me. I'm going to get you out of here." He hoisted her easily into his arms, carrying her through the house and out the backdoor, where Stefan, Leo and Caroline waited.
Caroline's eyes widened when she saw the state of her niece. "Oh God…" She was already tearing into her wrist, when Damon settled her onto the back porch steps. Bailey eagerly drank while Stefan pulled Leo into his chest, averting his eyes from the horror in front of him.
"Is she going to be okay?" He whispered with a scared wobble in his tone.
Caroline nodded. "Yes, she's going to be fine, I promise." She reassured him before meeting Damon's eyes, silently asking the same thing.
"Get them out of here. Somewhere safe." Damon told them backing away towards the door.
"Where are you going?" Stefan asked anxiously.
He glanced down at Bailey, who was slowly regaining consciousness, before meeting Stefan's eyes. "To watch your mother do what she does best." With that, he disappeared back into the house towards the front door.
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Ten Minutes Earlier:
Bonnie was out of the car before it even came to a complete stop. Damon was hot on her heels as they approached the front door. "You have to buy me some time. Stefan said Cain's impervious to Bailey's magic which means the usual spells aren't going to work on him. I need to tap into something stronger." She glanced back at him, all business. "Can you do that?"
"Yeah, whatever you need." He grabbed her hand before she went in. "Be careful."
"You too." She pressed a quick kiss to his lips, holding his hands as she breathed an incantation that would protect them both from alerting their presence. "Conus Silenti." Damon moved through the brush around the side of the house to enter in through the back door, while she slipped in through the front, moving undetected through the house to the parlor room where she kept her grimoire.
Bonnie collected her grimoire and various items she needed quickly, trying not to abandon her plan when she could hear her daughter's chanting from within the house. She would be doing her no good if she ran in there unprepared. So with a deep breath of resolve, she made her way back outside to post up in front of the office windows, sensing her daughter within. Bonnie could see Cain pacing anxiously, and the hum of Bailey's powers as she tapped in to what could only be evil magicks. Determined, Bonnie sat in the grass, opening her grimoire and setting up a channeling spell. She chanted in soft whispers, digging her fingers into the earth beside her letting the magic of the earth charge her into a trance.
Feeling her body hum with power, she rose to her feet only seconds before Damon's scream echoed from inside. She thrust her palm in front of her shattering the glass, with a clench of her hand, she flung it in the direction of a small clearing, Cain's body following and slamming to the ground hard in with a groan of pain. But it was followed by a maniacal laugh as he wiped the blood from his mouth.
"Uh oh…mommy's mad." He sung, trying to push himself to his feet but Bonnie forced him back down with no more than a look.
"This ends now." Bonnie demanded; her lips set in a firm line. "Whatever you want, whatever you're planning…it's over."
He shook his head. "It's too late. It's already started. Bailey opened the gates…" He lifted his shoulder with a careless shrug.
Bonnie squeezed her hand into a fist, and Cain grunted in agony, clutching his chest. "How do I close it?" She ground out.
He took a few deep breaths to collect himself. "Well, that's easy. She needs to die." He cried out again when she squeezed tighter.
"I'm not playing with you, Cain. I will tear your heart right out of your chest! Now, how do I close it?" she demanded again slowly.
He pinned her with a hard glare. "It closes when the sacrifice is complete. It's tasted her now…and it wants what it's owed. Unfortunately, I was rudely interrupted."
"What is it?"
"Hell." Bonnie blinked in surprise, allowing Cain to gingerly get to his feet. "I know what you're thinking. But we destroyed Hell and everyone in it. Well, that's not exactly true. See you just sealed the gate. You destroyed the path. But now that its open, every evil soul, supernatural or otherwise will rise from the depths and then Hell…will be here. And I can't imagine you have many friends down there." He teased with a sinister look.
The wheels turned in Bonnie's head as she weighed their options. If what he was saying was true, it would be no time before they were bombarded by all their enemies, but at what cost? Losing her daughter? No…she'd rather watch the world burn. "There has to be another way. There's always another way." She pressed, a waver in her voice.
Cain's smirk curled into an evil grin.
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Damon rounded the corner to see Bonnie and Cain standing toe to toe, and he frowned wondering what was stopping her from killing him.
She spotted him out of the corner of her eye, and held his gaze with a watery smile, her decision already made. She sucked in a deep breath, turning back to Cain with determination in her eyes. "Do it."
"You are so predictable." Cain chuckled. "Always the town hero. Any last words?" He whispered.
Bonnie tipped her chin up. "Burn in Hell."
"I'll see you there." The veins under his eyes darkened, and his fangs elongated only seconds before they burrowed into her neck.
"No!" Damon ran forward but a firm push from Cain sent him flying back. "Bonnie!" He bellowed in anguish.
Cain ripped his mouth away, dropping her to a pile on the ground and licking his lips in euphoria. "Woooo! Now that's what I'm talking about! I thought Bailey tasted good but your wife…" he did a chef's kiss, mouth still full of blood. He turned to Damon, the look of horror on his face as he scrambled over to Bonnie, pulling her limp body into his lap and sobbing into her hair as he cradled her head. Cain crouched down in front of them, canting his head to catch Damon's gaze. "If it's any consolation…I'm sorry it had to be Bonnie. I liked her. And if she was half as good as your daughter in bed…" He laughed when Damon tried to lunge at him, backing away slightly. "It had to be one of them…"
Damon raised his eyes to him in seething fury. "I'm going to kill you."
"And I wish you the best of luck with that." Cain stood. "Sorry to eat and run. Places to be, Hell to rule." He sped out of sight leaving Damon alone in his pain.
"Damon…" Bonnie's weak voice made his head shoot up. "I'm sorry, I had to…for Bailey."
He pulled her closer. "It's okay, you're going to be okay." He tried to reassure them both, holding a hand over her bleeding wound.
"No I'm not." She grabbed his hand, and he swallowed painfully at how cold it was. "I love you…"
"I love you…" He cried, watching the light leave her eyes and her lids flutter shut. He was hit with an immediate hollow feeling, as his other half slipped away. He held her close, committing her scent, her smile, the color of her eyes, everything he could to his memory. This was not how their story was supposed to end, not like this…
After what felt like hours, Damon lifted her into his arms, and carried her back into the house numbly. As he crossed the threshold, he was assaulted with the memory from over nineteen years ago.
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Nineteen Years Ago:
Their laughter echoed through the foyer as Damon lifted her into his arms, careful not to trip over the train of her dress. She linked her arms around his neck gazing at her new husband lovingly. "I never pegged you as the traditional type."
"Definitely not traditional." He confirmed, kicking the door shut behind them. "But I am old fashioned. I'm also willing to do whatever it takes to keep that look permanently on your face." He looked down at her with a smile of his own.
"What look?" He could almost see the stars in her eyes; staring into him like a giddy teenager getting asked to the prom by her crush. It was everything to him.
He kissed her, and when he pulled away her irises were blown out with lust. "That look." Desire rose inside him. "Come on, wife…we're not really married unless we consummate it." He pinned her with a heated look, flashing his eyes at her with a sexy smirk.
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He looked down at her now; head lolled back, blood caked on her skin and clothes and his heart broke all over again. How was he supposed to live without her?
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Bailey came to in a panic, but Caroline was there at her side easing her back down. "Cain…I have to stop him."
"Your mom and dad are dealing with it." She grabbed a glass of water from the coffee table. "Here."
She drank it eagerly, sitting up. "Where are Stefan and Leo?" She glanced around, realizing she was in Caroline's living room.
"Upstairs. What happened back there, Bailey? He almost killed you." Caroline asked, her brows furrowed in concern.
She let out a shaky sigh. "He's not who I thought he was. It was all a lie; he was just using me to get what he wanted. God, I'm so stupid…"
Caroline brushed the hair out of Bailey face affectionately and sympathetically. "Oh honey, we've all been there. Sometimes…we trust people who hurt us, and it sucks, but we have to bounce back stronger and wiser."
Tears pooled in the young witch's eyes. "I loved him, Aunt Caroline. I thought…I never would have…" she stopped herself, dropping her gaze to her lap as her face pinched in heartbreak.
Realization washed over Caroline's face and she pulled Bailey into a tight hug. "It's going to be okay." Moments later Damon sauntered in, broken; eyes listlessly staring ahead, his wife's blood all over him, and Caroline's face crumbled. "No…" she whispered, causing Bailey to pull away.
She ran to her father, hugging him tightly, and he hugged her back, squeezing his eyes shut. When Bailey pulled away, she looked him over, glancing behind him. "Where's mom?"
Caroline rose somberly. "Sweetheart…"
"Dad…where is she?" She demanded again with a wobble in her voice. He looked down, unable to even breathe the words. "No. No, she can't be…dad, please tell me she's okay…please?" she begged, as tears clouded her vision.
He finally glanced up at her. "She's gone."
She sobbed in anguish, her legs giving up on her, but Damon caught her before she fell, cradling her close to him as she screamed into his chest. Caroline cried silently, bringing a hand to her mouth to try and reign in her emotions. Damon glanced at her over his daughter's shoulder, and she didn't think she'd ever seen him so shattered.
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Three Years Later:
It was quiet in the forest as Stefan and Bailey set up the sacred circle. The last three years had been leading up to this very moment. It was time. When they were ready, Bailey's determined gaze met Stefan's and he nodded. Together they stood within the circle, closing their eyes as they began.
"Te vocamus Cain filius Adae. Egredimini de profundis inferni. Te rogamus." They repeated it over and over again, until their voices became one and he suddenly appeared before them.
Cain looked down on them with a crooked smile, his arms open. "You rang?"
Bailey and Stefan squared their shoulders, standing side by side; chins tilted up confidently. "We have unfinished business." She stated.
"Do we? I thought we said everything we needed to say." He tried to step forward, but he was halted. He forced a tight smile. "What is this?"
"Devil's Trap." Stefan confirmed with a smirk. His voice was much deeper now, and he'd grown into a tall and athletic young man. "You didn't think we'd summon you without taking precautions, did you?"
"Look at you! Little Stefan, all grown up playing with the big boys now." He squared his stance and crossed his arms, completely unbothered. "And Bailey…you're looking good enough to eat." His eyes bore into hers.
Bailey leveled him with a glare. "We didn't call you here for small talk. We want to make a deal."
His brows raised. "A deal with the Devil…well that's original."
"We want you to release our mother's soul. She doesn't deserve to be down there. We want her to find peace." Stefan demanded.
Cain chuckled. "Oh yeah? And what do I get out of it?"
Bailey sucked in a deep breath. "You get me."
"Ooh…and the plot thickens." His eyes narrowed as he thought about it. "But I'm going to have to pass."
"Why?" She questioned.
He sighed with a roll of his eyes. "Because I don't own your mother's soul." His gaze narrowed when neither Bailey or Stefan seemed surprised. "But you knew that didn't you."
She shrugged with a coy smirk. "Guilty. But we had to keep you talking somehow."
His jaw clenched. "Oh yeah, and why is that?"
"Because stripping an immortal of their power is tricky. We needed to buy some time." Stefan fired back.
"For what?" Cain snapped.
Just then, a full coven closed in on them, chanting the spell in unison causing the wind to pick up and the leaves to twirl in the air. Among them was Lizzie and Josie, and eight others, circling him and joining hands with Stefan and Bailey. Cain winced as a pain shot through him, and then it turned into a groan as he fell to his knees. The chanting got louder, assaulting him from all sides making him holler in agony.
It dragged on for several minutes, his cries echoing through the forest. And when the chanting stopped, Cain panted, grateful that the pain had finally subsided. He stood on shaky legs, glancing around nervously at the hard glares from the people surrounding him. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest and turned bitter eyes to Bailey. "Is this what you wanted? Is this my punishment? A human life?"
Bailey shook her head. "Oh no…that would be too easy. You don't deserve a second chance. You deserve pain, and suffering…torment." She walked up to him slowly. "You deserve to rot in Hell and we made a special spot for you there. Your worst nightmare…reliving your darkest sin…" She watched as fear widened his eyes and paled his skin. "Murdering your brother over and over and over again…forever. Your own personal Hell loop. And I know just the person to send you there."
Her gaze traveled past him and he turned, swallowing as the circle parted and a man sauntered toward him. "Don't look so surprised, Cain…" Damon started. "I did promise to kill you once upon a time."
Despite facing his death, Cain chuckled. "I guess you did, didn't you. So, what's it going to be, huh? A classic neck snap, slit throat, decapitation?"
Damon pulled out a hunter's knife, intricately engraved with Latin writing on the eight-inch blade. "Phasmatus Ignitium Dos Ex Salvo." As he read the words, the blade ignited in flames, and Cain stumbled back.
"Where did you get that?" he asked in fear.
"Oh this?" He looked it over approvingly. "It wasn't easy, I'll tell you that. They call it Lightbringer; Lucifer's very own weapon of war. The legend says that a death at the hand of this blade can bring an eternity of misery. But I something tells me you already knew that."
Cain panted eying the weapon warily. "Let's talk about this. Let's make a deal…" he offered earnestly, backing away.
Damon glared at him. "I don't think you're in a position to be making deals and the only thing I want is you dead." With a brutal thrust, Damon drove the flaming blade into Cain's chest, stepping back and watching as he went up in flames, howling as his flesh burned off the bone.
When it was all over, and Cain's body was nothing but a pile of ash, there was a collective sigh of relief. Years of preparation, years of searching and now, it was finally over. Damon remembered the day Bailey came to him, Stefan at her side, both looking at him with the same resolve of their mother, telling him that they had a plan to finally be rid of Cain once and for all. He had brushed them off and said that it was a lost cause; that he wouldn't risk losing anyone else. But then they explained their plan, and he realized how smart his children were and that it would work if only they could get their hands on the Lightbringer. It required enlisting the help of Freya Mikaelson, who was more than willing to reach out to her connections to locate it. Getting the coven of witches together was the easy part; after learning of Bonnie's death, they lined up to get justice for their mentor.
The witches dispersed, leaving Damon alone with Stefan and Bailey. He cupped his daughter's cheek, while squeezing Stefan's shoulder, looking down at them with pride. "You're both so strong…just like she was. Your mother would be proud of you. I'm proud of you." He pulled them close, hugging them tightly to him. "Let's go home."
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AN: Wow! What a journey this one was. Sorry I was so late in posting; there was some research and lots of reworking I did on this before I was happy with it. Some scene were really hard and sad to write, so I hope I did it justice. It was weird having Damon be defenseless and not able to protect the ones he loves as I've usually written for him.
I also took some lore from 'Lucifer' and 'Supernatural' while also putting my own spin on things. I really appreciate the feedback from you all on this story. Below is the translation for some of the Latin written in this chapter. It's obviously not a direct translation, lol so don't fault me if it's not accurate.
On to the next one! - Vanessa
First Incantation by Bailey:
Samael, father of evil, I invoke thee. For the sinners and the damned, they give birth to the torments of the world. Bring forth your wrath, and cast their souls into hell. Accept our offering. Accept our sacrifice.
Second Incantation by Bailey and Stefan: We summon thee, Cain, son of Adam. Come forth from the depths of Hell. We beseech thee.
Blade Incantation: Roughly translates to amazing fire of salvation.