️EPIGRAPH

"Things that have happened in eternity's past come to fruition in the present..."

️SYNOPSIS

Caroline's life is thrown off kilter when it comes to her attention that her mind has been tampered with. Follow Caroline as she copes with all the changes that come with knowing just what lurks in the shadows.

- Of Deviants & Barbarians: Book 1 -

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Thank you for giving this work of Fan-fiction a chance to bring you back to the amazing world of The Vampire Diaries and The Originals retold through my own lens.

~ Disclaimer ~
Just reminding you that this story is a work of fan-fiction and that things definitely will not happen like they do in the television shows. Please keep in mind that this story is rated mature for strong language.

Once again, thank you so much for checking out this story and I truly hope y'all enjoy!

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Prologue

Abandon all hope ye who enter here, for thou shall not inherit the kingdom of heaven. Woe to all depraved souls, for thy path shall forever remain bleak in obscurity. Two truths can exist at one time but one name cannot bear two faces. Things that have happened in eternity's past shall come to fruition in the present. With fire & blood, comes a version of always & forever steeped in betrayal and heartache. Where there's smoke, there's fire and where there's pain, there's blood. Where there's love, there's sacrifice and where there's magic, there's power. There is only one thing we say to death: Not today. But then the storm broke, and the demons danced. Though the night is dark and full of terrors, horrors greater still rest in shades of grey. Only in the shadows, where darkness abounds, does insanity come to light. Blood must have blood and only then will the gods be appeased. Only in the land of the midnight sun does the light never sleep. Drink deep but beware, what you broke is past repair. The family blood you sought to find will be what lays you low in kind. Bloody are the keys to the kingdom and heavy is the head that wears the crown. All hail the rightful king and long may he reign. With bowed head do they reign, until death has its day.