Qetsiyah: "Ready to continue?"

Kol: "Bring it on."

The screen starts to shine, and we see Hope on the day of the ceremony after her strange encounter with "the blind lady who carries a black goat." She feels uneasy and a bit sick... she shakes her head. She was lying on her bed, alone, and was about to relax when she heard a voice... "that voice" again.

Hope: "What do you want now?... Inadu..." she asked in annoyance when she saw the chestnut-haired witch sitting on the bed.

Inadu: "What? Can't I see my favorite descendant after all?" cheeky smile "That blind woman with the goat... sinister, don't you think?"

Hope: "And now what? Haven't you annoyed me enough while I sleep?" groans

Inadu: "Mmm, maybe... but I like your moments when your vampire humanity is shut down... you were merciless, aggressive, and cruel... just like me." smirks

Hope: "I'm not like you..."

Inadu: "Oh, Andrea... you still carry parts of me after all these years, and it was I who gave you the power to fight against other supernaturals since you were 7... maybe you should show me some gratitude, after all."

Hope: "You're crazy."

Inadu: "HAH! Crazy or not, I'm warning you... be careful who you talk to from now on..." the witch smirks and finally fades away, leaving Hope with thoughts swirling around that last sentence.

Klaus: "Who is she? She seems to know Hope."

Hayley: "Did she say Labonair?"

Jackson: "From what I remember, that was the surname of a long-extinct wolf pack." he scratches his chin.

Qetsiyah: "Correct, she is Inadu Labonair, from the Labonair clan, 1500 years ago."

Dahlia: "Labonair? Wasn't that an extinct witch clan?" this left everyone shocked.

Esther: "How does Hope know her?"

Qetsiyah: "Inadu was a witch born from the union of two clans in the 500s. To celebrate the union and the prosperous pregnancy, the village shamans imbued the baby with magic for nine months, believing Inadu would become a symbol of hope and prosperity for the colony... but they never foresaw that they were actually creating a monster."

Kol: "Did something go wrong? Typical." rolls eyes

Qetsiyah: "Exactly. The magic altered Inadu, turning her into an aggressive predator, hungry for power and incapable of showing remorse or kindness. When she grew up, her hunger worsened... people saw her as cruel and empty. That emptiness defined her, and thus, her tribe named her 'The Hollow.'"

Vincent: chokes up "Damn... it's really her."

Cami: "Vincent?" looks at him with concern.

Vincent: "Indirectly, I, Eva, and my coven are responsible for bringing The Hollow back." this shocks everyone.

Marcel: "WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO?" yells

Vincent: "SHUT UP, GERARD!... It's your fault for your tyranny. You left us no choice for years. Vampires flooded the city, wolves were driven from their homes, and witches were oppressed. We had to turn to dark arts. I summoned her many years ago, and Eva Sinclair, under her influence, served her loyally. I tried to use the Labonair grimoires to get enough power to protect us, but it all got out of control... even Eva used our unborn child for sacrifice. She killed my son... and several innocent children in 2011." Vincent breaks down, tears forming as he remembers the horrible events.

Marcel and the others are left full of remorse, realizing how much Vincent suffered.

Qetsiyah: continuing "As Vincent mentioned, Inadu was resurrected in modern times in spirit form, craving more power. In her first life, her mother killed her with a magical axe. In her final moments, Inadu cast a spell creating the werewolf curse, binding those present to the full moon. That's how the seven original werewolf lines began, with her mother being the first of the Crescent line."

This revelation leaves Klaus, Hayley, and Jackson stunned about how the werewolf curse was conceive, while Esther, Freya, and Dahlia try to process how this witch's last moments reshaped everything forever.

Elijah: "Impressive... but how does she know Hope?" the noble vampire asked the witch.

Qetsiyah: "The Hollow continued to crave more powerful sacrifices from beings created and tainted by powerful magic, including both Klaus and Marcel. Though she was unsuccessful in this attempt, she gathered enough power to physically manifest in the living world, eventually leading to her resurrection. In early 2014, Davina, Vincent, and Kol severed the link between the Ancestors and the mortal plane. Without the Ancestors to hold her back, she was allowed to roam free. Following her release, several witches, werewolves, and humans became involved with the Hollow, performing sacrificial magic in her name. Later, she found out about Hope's existence, realizing she would be her perfect vessel for power, stating that Hope, at 7 years old, was the only witch who could rival her."

Freya: "That was five years ago... Kol, what the hell did you do? Do you realize what you've done?" she asked angrily, but her words drew sharp looks from everyone around.

Kol: "Oh, it's my fault? This coming from the sister who used my love as a power source, preventing her from being revived! Freya, this is all your fault! Davina was the only line of defense to the ancestral plane, and you disabled everything. Now we have the problem of Inadu! Nik told you not to do it, but you never listen and don't care about anyone's feelings. Don't be a hypocrite! You didn't care about my happiness, and you felt no guilt for her death because you always use 'family' as an excuse for your crap!" he shouted angrily, tears in his eyes. Davina, standing beside him, comforted him with a hug, assuring him they were together now.

Freya stood in silence, sadness overtaking her. She wasn't in a position to argue, knowing she sacrificed Davina's spirit for the power of the Ancestors, disregarding Kol's feelings. Elijah, too, felt guilty, having been complicit in killing Marcel and throwing his body into the river.

Esther: "How powerful is Inadu?" asked the blonde woman to break the tension.

Qetsiyah: "Since her birth, she created a 'nexus vorti,' overpowering the Ancestors." her casual tone sent chills down everyone's spine. "The Ancestors struggled to contain her, and once the barrier was destroyed, they couldn't imprison her again."

Cami: "Fuck... that's messed up."

Qetsiyah: "Thanks to the rituals, she revived in spirit form, able to possess other supernatural beings, while still retaining her magic. She can create highly realistic illusions, with detailed knowledge of those she impersonates, and she forged thorns capable of killing Originals. Her magic leaks into other realities, causing phenomena like hail during the day, plants turning into snakes, and water turning to blood. She can kill any Original effortlessly, and even in her mortal body, she can defend herself by turning her blood into acid."

Finn: "She's practically a defensive wall..." he murmured.

Qetsiyah: "Exactly. She can counter-attack quickly. She broke through a salt circle made by Vincent, created a totem that amplified her power and preserved her immortality, neutralized Freya's magic, killed Elijah without difficulty, and took down his sire line the first time. She even revived Davina in her original body by merely cutting her palm, even after Davina's remains had decomposed."

This was far from comforting for the Mikaelsons.

Tristan: "No way, is this thing invincible or what?"

Qetsiyah: "Only in her spirit form. In her mortal body, she's vulnerable as long as her totem is destroyed. She used Kol to safeguard the totem, threatening that if he tried anything, she'd hurt herself, which would harm Davina, as they were linked. Inadu wasn't messing around. Even after her totem was destroyed, she was able to possess Hope minutes after dying. Inside Hope, she would have killed her slowly since Hope and Hayley's blood was the only thing that could stop her, being her descendants."

Hayley: "Me?" confused

Qetsiyah: "Yes, Hayley, or should I say Andrea Labonair. You are part of the Labonair lineage, the first wolves, and your blood was the only thing that could kill her. Inadu's followers made sure to kill all the Labonairs, including your biological parents. Marcel saved you as a baby, and then you were raised by your adoptive parents under the name Hayley Marshall."

Hayley was shocked, learning the truth about her origins. Her real name was Andrea, and she belonged to an ancient lineage, understanding that Hope was also a Labonair.

Lucien: "I kinda like this witch." sneers cynically

Lucien wouldn't lie; he enjoyed seeing the Mikaelsons suffer for years, and with Inadu's existence, capable of defeating them without effort, he relished the thought of their eventual downfall.

Qetsiyah; well not to waste time, inadU possessed Hope and her magic was killing the girl , then Vincent creates a spell to take her out of hope and divided into 4 parts with the originals, were away for about 9 years, Klaus practically abandoned Hope as he didn't even bother to write her a message or call her even until Kol cared more for her than her own father, what develops the annoying facet of daddy's little girl and practically forgetting that she has a mother with whom she grew up, ended up kidnapping her but everything went wrong and they ended up killing her, elijah was walking as an amnesic treacherous bitch, He started crying like a little girl when he remembered everything and the best idea he could had was to kill Himself not to face the consequences of leaving hisniece an orphan and making her Feeling guilty for SOMETHING SHE CAUSED HERSELF... Klaus, you kept questioning and criticizing her when all she wanted was for you to pretend to care, but you only gave her problems. After everyone died, people only saw her as Klaus' daughter, until she finally got tired of all the crap of being a Mikaelson. Freya ended up killing her to turn her into the tribrid, she turned off her humanity and did a bunch of stupid things, made jokes about Elijah's death, became a bully, and treated all her friends like crap... Honestly, they deserved it, because sometimes they were only there when they needed something from her. She told them the truth, that they weren't even good enough to clean. She killed them in a simulation and then fought with a god who doesn't appear in any known mythology and killed him with help... Hmm, I think I got sidetracked... Well, she can see Inadu since her remains got absorbed into Hope and she gives her advice and dark magic spells whenever it suits her."

The dark-skinned witch gasps in exhaustion after explaining everything in a 'quick and summarized' manner, pauses after her overwhelming monologue, taking a breath and sipping some water while observing everyone present, who are staring at her utterly astonished. The Mikaelsons couldn't process everything they had just heard; the swift and summarized explanation had been one blow after another.

Klaus furrows his brow, visibly affected, but trying not to show it. However, Qetsiyah's words had pierced him deeper than he would admit.

Klaus: "Are you telling me that... because of me... Hope suffered so much?" His voice is low, almost trembling, as he tries to contain the torrent of emotions threatening to spill over.

Elijah, standing next to him, lowers his head, clearly overwhelmed by the guilt he already carried. Qetsiyah's words about how he abandoned Hope when she needed him the most had hit him hard. But what devastated him the most was the truth behind his flight into suicide: "I was led by fear... by cowardice." He lamented internally.

Freya remains silent, unable to deny that, in her desperation to protect her family, she had been the one who led Hope to become the tribrid. Now, the weight of her decisions felt like a heavy burden on her shoulders.

Hayley, who had been processing everything quietly until now, finally explodes: "And what about me?" The wolf's voice echoed through the room, her face reflecting a mix of pain and fury. "I was the one who raised Hope! I was the one who was there while all of you abandoned her! And now you all pretend she's just Klaus' daughter? No!" Her eyes fill with tears as she steps forward, pointing at Klaus. "You left her when she needed you the most... just like all the others!"

Kol, who had been still until that moment, lets out a bitter laugh. "The irony here is brutal. While everyone was playing the martyr, I—the 'irresponsible one'—was the only one who truly cared about her. Not because I had to, but because I loved her. And you?" His eyes sweep across the room, briefly stopping on each of his siblings. "You failed at the only thing that mattered."

The silence that followed was crushing, and each of them faced the weight of their actions or, in most cases, their lack of them.

Qetsiyah, recovered from her monologue, casually leans back in her seat, glancing at everyone from the corner of her eye. "Well, at least now you're all aware of how you've ruined the poor girl." Her tone was sarcastic, but deep down, they all knew she was right.

Klaus: with a voice trembling with rage, "Is that what you think? That I simply abandoned my daughter? That I didn't care?" His tone rises with each word, clearly feeling attacked.

Qetsiyah: still slightly breathless from having spoken so quickly, raises an eyebrow, her expression impassive. "Klaus, reality is reality, no matter how much you want to paint it differently. You emotionally abandoned her, disconnected from her when she needed you the most. And even though, in some twisted sense of protection, you believed you were doing the right thing, the damage was already done."

Elijah: with a broken voice, "I... I didn't know... I didn't remember anything." He tries to justify himself, but even he doesn't seem convinced by his own words.

Qetsiyah: looks at Elijah coldly, "Sure, amnesia is a good excuse until you realize that others paid the price for your actions. You willingly submitted to the memory erasure, even asking Vincent and Marcel to help make it work, Elijah. It wasn't just Hope... Hayley, too. You were part of the chain of decisions that led to her death. And instead of facing it like the noble man you always pretended to be, you took your life, leaving her with the guilt."

The silence that follows is overwhelming. No one dares to look at Hope in the screen. Hayley, who had remained still until now, finally speaks, her voice laden with pain.

Hayley: with tears in her eyes, "All this time... I've tried to be a good mother, but you all pushed her towards what she is now, KLAUS-from te fact you wanted to kill me when i was pregnant, after You team up with Dahlia and cursed me and Jackson by months i wasnt able to se my child just because was part of your twisted plan and even when the pack was about to sacrifice themselves in a selfeless way for HOPE...MY GODAMN DAUGHTER.And now years later she is a tribrid who doesn't even recognize her humanity. And now she has to deal with the ghosts of all of us, when all she ever wanted was to feel loved!"

Finn: murmurs, "And to think it all started centuries ago with Inadu... And now she's still here, whispering in Hope's mind, while we keep making the same mistakes."

Freya: taking a deep breath, her eyes filled with remorse, "I failed Hope... I killed her to save her, but I didn't think about what that would do to her in the long run. Maybe I never prepared her to face the true weight of being a Mikaelson."

Qetsiyah finishes her glass of water and, without missing a beat, continues speaking.

Qetsiyah: calmer now, but still with a direct tone, "What's done is done. The damage is there, and now Hope lives with the presence of Inadu in her mind, the same Inadu who preys on her darkest moments. But what you all need to ask yourselves now is: How are you going to help her? Because if you keep behaving the way you always have, you'll all end up dead again. And this time, there won't be any coming back."

Klaus falls silent, clearly battling his own inner demons. Elijah steps aside, his gaze lost on the floor. Marcel, in a corner, crosses his arms, thoughtful, as the weight of everything falls on each of their shoulders.

Hope: from a dark corner, with a broken voice, "I've always been Klaus Mikaelson's daughter... but no one ever cared about who I really was. And now... I don't even know who I am anymore."

Hope's words were the final sentence. A painful reminder that the Mikaelson legacy, despite all its power, always seemed to leave deeper scars than anything else.

10 mins of recess later

Qetsiyah: "You simply repeated Mikael's abusive cycle. Maybe you never hurt Hope physically, but you did so emotionally and psychologically. You failed as a father, brother, and friend. At least that idiot Mikael had the decency to be honest in his disdain for you, but you, Klaus, always sugarcoated things and made promises that couldn't be kept. Hope's least concern should have been getting good grades and going to college; instead, she wakes up every day feeling like, as the only Mikaelson girl, she has to be a shining example under all that pressure. She has the qualities of the six Mikaelson siblings, but like them... she is broken."

The Bennet Witch watches with disdain as her words drop like stones into a pond, causing ripples of discomfort among the Mikaelsons. Her voice, cold and condescending, resonates in the room, each word meticulously chosen to dig deeper into their wounds.

Klaus felt each of Qetsiyah's words hit him like a direct blow to the heart. He ran a hand through his hair, frustration and guilt swirling within him.: "I did it to protect her," he murmured, though his voice sounded hollow and lacking conviction. "I always did it for her..."

Qetsiyah interrupted him with a bitter laugh. :"Protect her? Or did you just feed her insecurities and isolate her from everything that could have been normal in her life? You made her feel like being the only Mikaelson girl was a burden, not a privilege. You've pushed her into the same cycle of pain that you all experienced. She doesn't need a father who makes empty promises, Klaus; she needs someone who is truly present, who doesn't just see her as a means to an end."

Elijah, unable to bear the weight of his guilt any longer, raised his voice, though the pain was evident in his tone. "We all failed, not just Klaus. We let ourselves be consumed by our own insecurities and fears." His gaze turned to Qetsiyah, almost pleading. "What about us? What can we do to fix this?"

Hayley intervened, her voice filled with determination. "We need to find a way to protect Hope, to restore her trust and help her heal. We can't let this cycle continue." Her eyes burned with a mix of rage and a desire for redemption.

Kol, still with a tone of sarcasm, added,: "And how are we supposed to do that? With comforting words? Or just by talking about what we did wrong

Qetsiyah: speaking about Mikael and Esther's past, her tone sharp and direct as she pointed out their flaws. Next topic "Mikael, a despicable man, whom your mother didn't give birth to, but rather to darkness itself. You attacked a village along with other Vikings, slaughtering women, children, and elders without remorse. Let's see, you held your wife and sister-in-law hostage for years until you and Esther developed mutual Stockholm syndrome, marrying each other, all while ignoring the fact that you exploited witches for years and even went as far as demanding children from an infertile Esther."

Mikael glared at her with contempt, uncomfortable with the witch speaking "ill" of him, while Dahlia enjoyed seeing her brother-in-law's vileness acknowledged. Klaus, too, found some solace in the criticism of Mikael, as it helped calm him after the emotional storm about Hope.

Qetsiyah continued, turning her attention to Esther. "And you, Esther, the other side of the coin. You abandoned your elder sister for a man and let her become a victim to those stronger than her at the time. And when you finally spoke to her again, it was only to use dark magic to make yourself fertile and have your six blessings... well, seven, I almost forgot about little Henrik, but let's be honest, you barely remember him."

The mention of Henrik angered the Mikaelsons a little, but they couldn't deny the truth in her words. They couldn't claim to honor his memory every day, or even truly remember his face or personality.

With a sarcastic smile, Qetsiyah continued. "Then the twins, Freya and Finn, were born. Mikael was away, and you, Esther, knew full well that Dahlia would come to collect her due with every firstborn. But you, as usual, thought time would make everything go away. Yet, the pain of a wretched woman is never forgotten. Predictably, your sister took Freya, and instead of telling the truth, you chose to lie, claiming she died of hypothermia during the plague. You manipulated Finn for years to keep the secret, all under the excuse that you loved him. You didn't do much better with your other children either—had an illegitimate son and let Mikael treat him like trash."

The Mikaelsons remained silent, facing these uncomfortable truths. Klaus, in particular, seemed to be absorbing every word, his hatred for Mikael deepening.

With a hint of sarcasm, Qetsiyah added, "And then, your brilliant plan, Esther. Turn them all into vampires. But when everything went wrong, when their bloodlust grew and nature's contract came with fine print, your best idea was to try and kill them every chance you got." Her tone dripping with condescension.

Dahlia, with a cynical smile, chimed in: "It's satisfying to know that, in the end, you're much worse than I am, little sister. At least I wanted Freya as my daughter." Looking at Esther with malice. "You traded me for an abuser, and honestly, you two are a perfect match with your little Stockholm syndrome."

Qetsiyah, satisfied to see the reaction she provoked, leans back in her seat, reveling in the emotional chaos she had unleashed. "The first step is to accept your failures. The next is to find Hope and ensure she never feels this way again. But that will only be possible if you are willing to confront your own darkness."

The tension in the room becomes even more palpable as each of the Mikaelsons reflects on their actions and the difficult truth they must face.

The atmosphere remained tense, though the sarcastic comments and uncomfortable reactions from those present provided a brief respite from the heavy conversation. Freya, despite her usual stoicism, couldn't deny the impact of Qetsiyah's words and the truths laid bare about Esther and Dahlia. Though she would never admit it publicly, a part of her almost preferred growing up under Dahlia's tutelage rather than in the trauma-filled Mikaelson household. At least with Dahlia, she knew what to expect, no matter how painful it was.

Meanwhile, those who were not part of the Mikaelson family watched as if they were observing a theater performance, completely fascinated by the emotional chaos unfolding before them.

Marcel, with an uncomfortable smile, leaned toward Davina and murmured, "This is, without a doubt, the most awkward conversation I've ever heard in my life." Davina nodded, biting her lip to keep from laughing. "It's like a family drama on steroids..." she whispered back.

Cami, sitting off to the side, massaged her temples and sighed deeply. "Unlike the therapy sessions I used to lead, there's been no violence or bloodshed... yet. But now I think I'll be dealing with the accumulated traumas of nine immortal adults." Her tone was exhausted but resigned. "Ugh you guys will pay me a lot after this ?"

Aurora, always sarcastic, let out a cynical smile as she glanced at her brother Tristán. "At least they're talking about the problem now... back in the day, if something was wrong, they'd beat you over the head until you forgot there was an issue at all." Her gaze hardened as she recalled the blows her own brother had delivered to "cure" her.

Tristán, maintaining his composure, rolled his eyes. "Oh, come on, Aurora. In the end, I helped you deal with your little, pathetic infatuation with Klaus."

Aurora narrowed her eyes in contained rage. "It wasn't your head that ended up swollen and broken every time," she replied, her tone full of resentment. As usual, her brother ignored her.

Lucien, always eager to stir the pot, laughed maliciously. "Psychology, mental health... it's all nonsense. Just like global warming or the idea that Haiti will ever rise out of poverty." His laugh was cruel, earning disdainful looks from several of the others.

Cami, fed up with Lucien's comments, shot him a glare. "Denying problems doesn't make them disappear, Lucien. That's exactly why you're here, struggling with your own demons."

Lucien glanced at her dismissively, clearly not taking her words seriously. But the dynamics between those present were so tangled and fraught with history that every word, every gesture, only added to the tension in the room.

Meanwhile, the Mikaelsons continued to process Qetsiyah's accusations, the weight of their dark and toxic family history still hanging over them like a heavy cloud, impossible to disperse.

Lucien: i think is alredy late doesnt it?, the pain have been realesed *sips his wine*

Davina, tired of Lucien's nonsense, shot him a fiery glare. "Not all of us live in such a cynical and selfish world as you do, Lucien." Although her tone was calm, it was evident she was not in the mood for his insensitive jokes

Lucien: looking at Davina "Sweetheart, when you were just crawling, I was already running. Honestly, you're lucky for your 21st-century comforts, unlike me, who was even willing to dance with the devil to succeed. I slept on hard floors with straw sacks. You were the protected one of the ancestors, and when they realized you were no longer useful, they discarded you like a broken chair and had your boyfriend kill you. Pretty depressing, if you ask me, but what do I know? Go ahead, throw your best insults at me; you're entertaining me. You know, if you were about five years older, like 24, I'd totally take you out." winks and blows her a kiss, lighting a cigarette "I know you have a thing for older men, especially if they're vampires like your boyfriend Kol."

Davina: laughs lightly "Heh, I see a sexual harassment lawsuit in your future."flip off her midle finger

Her playful defiance brought a hint of amusement to the tense atmosphere, showcasing her refusal to back down from Lucien's taunts.

Lucien let out a disdainful laugh at Davina's gesture. "Oh, please, as if sexual harassment is a new topic for me. I've dealt with worse than you, sweetheart." He leaned closer to her, a mocking glint in his eyes. "But I have to admit, I appreciate the creativity. Maybe you should use that instead of casting spells, because clearly, that's what you're better at."

His tone was taunting, clearly enjoying the verbal sparring and the tension it brought to the room

Davina: "¡SON OF!-----" she was about to say something until was being interrupted by qetsiyah

Qetsiyah"Enough with the gossip and that Nosense . Let's get back to the agenda of reactions, please. I have no desire to waste any more time in this circus." Her tone was authoritative, instantly silencing everyone in the room.

The shift in atmosphere was palpable as everyone refocused, realizing the gravity of the situation at hand. a collective "thank god" was echoed on the room

March 15th 2031

The scene unfolds in Hope's room at 6pm, where she lies on her bed, clearly frustrated. As she glances at the bowl of fruit, a flash of anger crosses her face.

Hope: with disdain, "Stupid fruits!"

With a determined motion, she grabs the basket and throws it out the window, the fruits flying through the air in a colorful display. Some onlookers can't help but laugh at the disproportionate fury directed at something so innocent.

Kol in a playful tone, "It seems even fruits are not safe from Hope's wrath. Perhaps they should think twice before appearing on her breakfast table."

his comment make some people laugh about it, but for ther other mikaelson that was awful and only make them roll their eyes, Kol at his family reaction he just say "You all are just haters" with amusement

The camera zooms in on the basket scattered on the ground, with fruits rolling across the garden, while Hope collapses backward onto her bed, a mix of frustration and amusement on her face.

Hours later Hope walked down the corridor of the boarding school, searching for Lizzie. She wanted to see if they could do something together for once, like regular teenage girls. Their schedules were always packed with fighting supernatural creatures, leaving little room for normal activities.

An hour later, she found herself at the Mystic Falls cinema with Lizzie Saltzman and Cleo Sowande, watching a horror movie—Terrifier 5. Both Hope and Lizzie were jumping and screaming in their seats as they watched the violent and bloody scenes featuring Art the Clown, visibly shaken by the brutality. Cleo, however, sat calmly, barely reacting. In fact, she seemed to be enjoying the display of violence. Having witnessed far more terrifying things in her life, watching a murderous clown massacre people in inhuman ways was nothing more than a walk in the park for her.

Two hours later, at 9 PM, the three teenagers left the cinema and strolled together toward a nearby restaurant, enjoying the rare moment of normalcy after their intense experience.

The scene shows Hope, Lizzie, and Cleo walking down the street, heading towards a restaurant after surviving the shocking experience of watching Terrifier 5. The girls are still processing what they just witnessed while chatting, a mix of laughter and disbelief.

Hope, chuckling: "The reviews weren't lying! I can't believe they actually make people throw up in the theater! I saw someone being taken care of by paramedics... it was insane!" Her laughter reflects the surreal nature of the experience.

Cleo, completely calm: "I found it entertaining. For my first time at the movies, I don't understand why people get so scared."

Lizzie, clearly perplexed, looks at her intently: "You do know we just watched a horror movie, right? Crime and extreme terror?" She pauses for a moment, still baffled by Cleo's coldness. "Now I have a serious clown phobia. And it's all because of that movie!"

Cleo, shrugging: "Please, we've faced creatures that actually want to kill us. A murderous clown is almost adorable in comparison."

Lizzie, dramatically rolling her eyes: "Yeah, but unlike supernatural monsters, those psychopaths in the movie don't die quickly, and when they do, they go out with exaggerated bloodbaths." Her disgust still lingers after the gruesome images she had just seen.

Hope, trying to lighten the mood: "Come on! When was the last time we had a weekend without supernatural drama? Plus, Josie's coming back next week for our graduation!" Her tone grows more optimistic, trying to leave behind the shadows of the cinema.

The girls continue walking, laughing and enjoying the rare moment of normalcy, while the scene cuts back to the theater. Kol and Lucien, always drawn to the dark and twisted, seem to have particularly enjoyed the brutality of Terrifier 5, fascinated by the character of Art the Clown.

Kol, with a mischievous smile: "I have to admit, this clown has style. He's not a vampire, but he definitely knows how to make a bloody entrance."

Lucien, with a malicious laugh: "Oh, absolutely. I think I just found a new source of entertainment."

As the girls walk off into the night, searching for food, the two vampires conspire in the darkness, delighting in their new obsession with the movie's murderous clown.

Rebekah; Great...2 psycothic wankers here *sarcams*

Klaus: Classic from the willy fox of Kol mikaelson *chuckle with amusement*

Tristan: Lucien doesnt hold back, on his free time he do horror movies marathons and always have preferences for the violents ones *chuckle*

Both Mikaelson and Castle say at the unison "Guilty" with a laugh

Hope: "No surprise, but my uncle Kol is a huge fan of Terrifier. He watched the first four movies and even the prequel, All Hallows' Eve. His favorite is Terrifier 2, especially that bedroom scene... it gave a lot of people nightmares. I remember once he scared Aunt Davina on Halloween by dressing up as Art the Clown. Poor thing ran for her life at 3 AM, totally forgetting she's a witch!" she laughs softly, recalling the memory.

On screen, Kol is shown smiling with satisfaction, clearly pleased to share similar tastes with his niece. Meanwhile, Davina glares at him with contempt, still remembering the prank that left her terrified. Noticing her glare, Kol merely rolls his eyes, as if it wasn't a big deal.

Kol: with a sarcastic tone "Come on, Davina, it was just a little joke. You should be used to my pranks by now."

Davina: arms crossed, still upset "Little joke... Sure, that's what you say. You weren't the one waking up thinking that Art the Clown dude was in your bedroom."

Kol: shrugs with a mischievous grin "Well, if it makes you feel better, I nailed it! Scare of the year, plus is the future so didnt happen yet, but we will when we get out of here"

Their playful interaction sparks laughter among the group, as everyone remains entertained by the blend of horror stories and pranks in the world of the Mikaelsons., Kol sibblings rolled their eyes by his Antics and twisted mind

As Hope sat at the table, waiting for Lizzie and Cleo to return from the bathroom, her eyes wandered for a moment. In the distance, she saw something that immediately made her frown. There she was again, that mysterious figure—the blind woman with the goat—the same woman who had been appearing in disturbing moments before.

Hope: murmuring to herself, annoyed: "This has to be a sick joke."

With frustration and determination, Hope stood up, ready to confront the strange woman once and for all. She walked briskly toward her, her heart pounding, not out of fear but out of exhaustion from the constant appearances of this enigmatic figure.Outside the screen, the viewers sat in tense silence. The sudden reappearance of the woman unsettled not just Hope's friends and acquaintances but also her parents, Klaus and Hayley, who watched with concern. The frequency with which this figure manifested before Hope was beginning to deeply worry them.

Klaus, frowning, whispered to Hayley: "That Bloody woman again? I don't like how she's playing with her."

Hayley, biting her lip with concern: "We need to figure out what this means. It's not normal... and every time she appears, Hope seems more irritated."

The tension grew as Hope approached the woman with firm steps, determined to get answers or, at the very least, confront whatever this figure represented.

Hope stopped in front of the woman, her eyes gleaming with frustration and anger. The blind woman, with her goat beside her, showed no signs of fear, which only increased Hope's irritation.Hope, shouting with all her strength: "Hey, lady! What the hell is wrong with you? Stop following me around with your ugly, stinking goat!"

Despite her aggressive tone, the woman remained silent, watching Hope with an unsettling calmness.Hope, unable to hold back: "Don't pretend you don't hear me! I've seen you several times. What do you want from me?"

The silence continued, and Hope felt more and more frustrated. The tension in the air was palpable, and the world around her seemed to fade as she focused on the figure before her.Hope, exasperated, gritting her teeth: "Don't pretend you're deaf! You won't like seeing me truly angry." With a quick motion, her vampire fangs extended, ready for anything that might happen.

The woman finally broke the silence, tilting her head with an air of mystery, but her voice was soft and almost a whisper.

The Blind Woman: "I'm not here to harm you, child. I only bring a message."

Hope, her fangs still exposed, remained alert, distrustful of the words that might come from that silent mouth.Hope: "A message? From whom? What kind of game is this?"The woman, still silent, raised a hand and gently stroked the goat, her empty eyes fixed on Hope as if she were evaluating her reaction.

The Blind Woman: "Darkness is approaching. You are the beacon, but you cannot shine alone."The woman's words echoed in Hope's mind, an ominous warning that left her uneasy. At that moment, the reality of being a Mikaelson weighed heavier on her shoulders than ever before.Hope felt a chill run down her spine as she heard the woman's words. Despite her initial irritation, something in her tone made her pay attention.

The blind woman didn't seem to have bad intentions, but the warning she gave was ominous.The Blind Woman: "I want nothing from you, rather I'll give you advice. You may have faced worse things, but what's coming will be... diabolical." She lowered her head, gesturing toward Hope's stomach, as if she knew something Hope had yet to comprehend. "You are what my lord has been seeking."Hope stood silent, surprised and confused. Her mind raced with questions, but instinct warned her that this was not the time to show weakness.

Hope, with disdain, trying to maintain her confidence: "And what makes you think I care what your 'lord' wants? I don't need anyone telling me who I am or what I'm supposed to do."The blind woman looked up, and for a moment, Hope felt as though those empty eyes saw beyond her exterior, penetrating her soul.

The Blind Woman: "Arrogance can be a veil, child. But don't mistake it, what's coming cannot be faced with bravado alone. Remember, power comes with a price, and the blood running through your veins has a meaning beyond your understanding."Hope, now more intrigued than angry, began to question whether this strange woman was truly talking about her or if there was some kind of prophecy at play. However, the warning of what was coming filled her with a mix of anxiety and determination.

Hope: "What do you know about me? Who is your lord? Tell me!"

The Blind Woman, smiling enigmatically: "The man downstairs... Everything you need to know will come in due time. Just remember this: darkness doesn't only lurk in the shadows, but also in those who think they are safe."With those words, the woman turned and slowly walked away, leaving Hope with a whirlwind of thoughts. Despite her anger, the warning resonated in her mind. What was truly at stake? And what was it her stomach already foreshadowed?The Blind Woman, with her piercing gaze, kept Hope frozen. The air grew thick between them, and time seemed to stop for a moment. The woman's violet eyes were filled with ancient power, knowledge beyond anything Hope had faced before.

The Blind Woman: "Do not underestimate the power you carry within, child. But do not underestimate those who have been in the darkness far longer than you."Hope, still paralyzed, tried to break the spell with her willpower, but the pressure in her mind was overwhelming. The woman was more than she appeared, and her power was palpable.

Hope: trying to regain control: "Are you a witch? Why are you following me? I don't have time for your games."

The Blind Woman let out a slight laugh: "I'm not here to play, Hope Mikaelson. I've been watching, and what's coming requires you to be prepared. There are forces in motion that you don't understand. And the blood that runs through your veins has a destiny you cannot ignore."Despite her frustration, Hope felt the tension beginning to fade. It was clear the woman wasn't there to hurt her, but to warn her of something greater. However, the idea of being "chosen" or part of a darker destiny wasn't what she wanted to hear.

Hope, with determination: "I don't care about my destiny. I can handle myself, like I always have. What is it you really want from me?"

The Blind Woman, regaining her calm: "I want you to understand that you cannot run from who you are. But if you choose to ignore it, the consequences will be catastrophic. I give you this advice: prepare for what's coming. Your family has a legacy, and the past cannot be buried so easily."With one last look, the woman put her glasses back on and began to walk away, leaving Hope with a whirlwind of emotions. The warning was clear, but Hope refused to be a victim of her legacy.

Hope, shouting: "Wait! What do you mean by that? Who is the man downstairs, downstairs where?"

But the Blind Woman had already vanished into the night, leaving Hope alone in her confusion, a mix of anger, fear, and the urgency to uncover the truth behind the woman's words. The conversation had touched a part of her being that she couldn't ignore.

Upon hearing the words "Ave Satanas" echo in the air, a wave of horror ran down Hope's spine. That phrase carried a weight that made her feel more vulnerable, as if each letter reverberated in her mind, awakening latent fears. The reference to an ancient, dark power made her question everything she believed about herself and her family's history.

Hope, frustrated and determined to face her fears: "I won't be dragged into this. No matter what anyone tells me, I won't be a pawn in any dark game."

As she tried to calm herself, the image of the Blind Woman remained in her mind—her violet eyes challenging and that aura of power radiating from her. Hope knew the warning was serious, but she was tired of others deciding her fate. It was time to act and uncover the truth for herself, and that included unraveling the mystery behind the blind woman, her goat, and the dark forces lurking in the shadows.Turning around, Hope decided she had to talk to Lizzie and Cleo.She needed their support, and maybe together they could figure out more about the meaning of the woman's warnings. Her determination grew as she remembered that, even though family ties were complicated, she could always count on her friends.

Hope: inspired "I won't let them control me. Not today."

With that resolution, she started walking back to the restaurant, her mind filled with questions and her heart pounding. The night was far from over, and there was still much to discover.The sound of the goat's bleating snapped Hope out of her daze, and she realized she had been in a deep sleep at the restaurant table. Confusion engulfed her as she tried to reorient herself, but the heaviness of the previous experience still haunted her.

Hope: waking with a jolt "What... what happened?"

She looked around, realizing that Lizzie and Cleo had returned from the bathroom, their faces filled with concern.

Lizzie: "Hope! We've been calling you. You looked like you were in some kind of trance.

"Cleo: "Are you okay?"Hope, still dazed, tried to recall her confrontation with the blind woman. The phrase "Ave Satanas" kept echoing ominously in her mind, and a feeling of unease settled in her stomach.

Hope: "No... I'm not okay. I had a strange experience with that woman and her goat. She said things... things about the future, things about evil."As she struggled to articulate what she had just experienced, the Mikaelsons on the screen exchanged nervous glances. The word "Satanas" echoed in their heads, and a tense air filled the atmosphere.

Finn: breaking the silence "Did she say 'Satanas'? That doesn't sound good."

Davina: "This isn't just a game. If that woman has any connection to dark forces, she could be toying with something far bigger than we understand."

Klaus, his brow furrowed, started asking questions. His family's history had always been steeped in magic and tragedy, and the thought of Hope being at the center of something evil filled him with concern.

Klaus: "Wait. Did she say anything else? What kind of warning did she give her?"

Elijah: "She said Hope is what her lord is looking for... although that's very ambiguous."

Jackson: "The woman also mentioned something about 'the man downstairs.'" He scratched his chin thoughtfully.

Kol: "Oh come on ,you guys believe that Satan Shit" he rolled his eyes in annoyance, he cant believe people are so influyent by those things and

Back on the screen, the tension grew as the group prepared to face whatever was coming. The blind woman's words would linger in their hearts as they sought answers in a world where the supernatural and the diabolical lurked around every corner.Lizzie and Cleo exchanged puzzled looks, clearly confused by what Hope had just said. The mention of a woman with a goat seemed absurd to them, especially in that context.

Lizzie: raising an eyebrow "A woman and a goat? Hope, are you sure you didn't just doze off or something? Maybe it was a hallucination. I haven't seen any weird women with goats around here, and trust me, I would've noticed."

Cleo: more serious but still skeptical "Yeah, I didn't see anyone like that either. Are you sure you didn't dream it, Hope? Sometimes exhaustion can make you see things."

Hope frowned, feeling the doubt from her friends. She knew what she had seen, although part of her also began to question whether what she experienced was real or a result of exhaustion.

Hope: "I know what I saw... or at least what I thought I saw. But it was so vivid... that woman, her eyes... and what she said." She paused, looking at Lizzie more seriously. "I wasn't dreaming. It was more than that. Even if it sounds crazy."

Lizzie crossed her arms, adopting a more skeptical stance, clearly unconvinced.

Lizzie: "Look, I'm not saying you're crazy, but maybe you haven't been sleeping well lately, and all this fighting against supernatural creatures is taking its toll. Maybe you just need some rest."

Hope, frustrated but knowing she couldn't expect everyone to understand, sighed and nodded, deciding not to push the issue any further for now.Cleo, not as skeptical as Lizzie, tried to ease the tension.

Cleo: "Maybe it wasn't something physical, but if that vision or whatever it was affects you this much, we should stay alert. Sometimes dreams and visions carry warnings. Just stay vigilant."

Lizzie: sighing "Alright, alright. But if you see goats again, let me know before you attack them, okay?" She said with a sarcastic tone, trying to lighten the mood.

Though Hope laughed a little at Lizzie's comment, the unease lingered beneath the surface, and deep down, she knew this wasn't over.

march 20th 2031

It was graduation day for the seniors of high school, they were going one by one to be given the degree and it was Hope's turn and she gave a moving speech , stood in front of the microphone, looking out at the crowd of students, teachers, and families gathered for graduation. As she held her diploma, she let out a sigh, clearly exhausted.

Hope:in a tired but sarcastic voice "To me, high school was a pain in the ass... or as I call it: a mandatory prison full of exams."

The room erupted in laughter, especially her classmates, who knew exactly what she meant. The teachers, although used to this kind of joke, just rolled their eyes, some smiling indulgently.Hope continued, noticing how her comment broke the tension in the air.

Hope: *smiling* "But seriously, beyond the exams, the classes that never seemed to end, and all the sleepless nights... I wouldn't change a thing. I've learned to fight here. To not give up, even when everything seemed to fall apart. So thank you, Salvatore Boarding School, for the lessons and for the good times and the bad."

She paused, looking at her friends in the crowd, thinking of all the battles they'd fought together, not just in the classrooms, but outside of them as well, facing enemies no one else understood.

Hope: *in a more serious tone* "I know we're all anxious about what's coming, but if this place has taught us anything, it's that we can survive anything. Even final exams."

Laughter mixed with applause as Hope held up her diploma. It was a moment of liberation, not just for her, but for everyone there, celebrating the end of an era.At the end, as she returned to her seat, she felt a mixture of relief and nostalgia. Although school had been a "bummer," she knew that this chapter was closing an important cycle in her life, one she would never forget.

As Hope was hanging out with her friends, Josie congratulates her that she can now return to New Orleans... Hope just remains silent saying that she is no longer welcome at home. Off-screen, the Mikaelsons (except Mikael) looked worried at what she said, what did she mean that she is no longer welcome in her own house? Could it be that the Mikaelsons who were still alive, Rebekah, Freya, Kol... kicked Hope out of her own house?Klaus demands an explanation

Klaus: with a deep and authoritative voice, "What does that mean that she is not welcome in her own house?"He turned to Rebekah, Freya and Kol, his gaze lit with anger.

Rebekah, visibly uncomfortable, exchanged glances with Freya and Kol before sighing.

Rebekah: Klaus in a defensive tone, "We haven't done anything yet Nik, you can't blame us for something we haven't done yet"

Freya: trying to calm her brother down "I don't think we kicked her out of the house on purpose, she must have done something to make us take that decision

Klaus:"Bloody Bullshit, what kind of dynamic is that, that my own daughter doesn't feel welcome in her home?! I'm not going to allow this family to continue to fracture over nonsense!"

Kol, who normally enjoyed confrontation, this time remained silent, watching as the tension grew between them. He knew that the relationship between Hope and the rest of the family had been complex for a long time, and it wasn't something that could be solved with a simple conversation

Kol: finally speaking in a calmer tone "Maybe you should talk to her... father to daughter. Maybe what she needs is to hear that from you, not from us... oh right you're dead in the future"

Klaus glare at kol for remind him that

Qetsiyah interrupts telling the truth: "Ever since Hope turned off her humanity, she was out of control so in a desperate attempt, Freya performed an astral projection for Hope so she could be in town for a while, since she knew it was dangerous for Hope to be there, they invited her to dinner and Hope indifferently came to make sarcastic comments, mocking the death of her father and Elijah. It really bothers her that everyone sees her as Klaus's daughter and it seems that everyone forgot that she did have a mother who was present in her life, she hated the fact that she was a pathetic daddy's girl for years, she also insulted everyone with truths and even threatened Freya with killing her 2-year-old son if she didn't stop bothering her."

Qetsiyah had dropped a bombshell with her revelation, and the atmosphere became even more tense. Freya, who had always been controlled and reserved, could not hide her surprise. The idea of ​​having a child again left her in shock. She knew that after what she had experienced with Dahlia, and after her first pregnancy, she had sworn never to go through that experience again. What had made her change her mind? And the most important question: who was the father of the child?

Freya: in disbelief, she turned to Qetsiyah "How...? What are you talking about? I... I never planned to have another child. She put her hand to her forehead, clearly disoriented. ..

Qetsiyah: calmly interrupting her "Things change, Freya. Maybe right now, in the present, you don't understand it or see it as possible. But in the future, your decisions took an unexpected turn. And yes, you have a son. You love him deeply, but Hope... well, she wasn't very kind when he was without his humanity."

The silence in the room was heavy. Everyone was trying to take in what they had just heard. Kol and Rebekah, who always had something to say, were silent this time. Klaus, his face hardened, was trying to process the fact that Hope had threatened his own family, while Freya struggled to understand how her life could take such a drastic turn.

Freya: quietly "Who is the father of the child?" She looked Qetsiyah straight in the eyes, wanting concrete answers.

Qetsiyah smiled in an enigmatic way, knowing that the answer would not be easy to digest.

Qetsiyah: slowly "It's someone you know, Freya. Someone who has been in your life in unexpected ways. But don't worry, everything will be revealed in due time."

The rest of the family seemed intrigued, but also worried about the direction of the conversation. Freya was full of questions, while Klaus seemed increasingly frustrated by the revelation of how Hope had treated his family.

Klaus: in a deep voice "I don't care what happened in that future. My daughter should never have threatened her own blood. Freya, I'm sorry for all of this, but if Hope got to that point, then everyone----"

Qetsiyah, annoyed by Klaus's attitude, wasted no time in interrupting him and confronting him harshly:

Qetsiyah: with her voice full of irritation "There is no everyone here, only you. Do you really think you are in a position to claim anything, Klaus? You, who were a tyrant to your own siblings for centuries! Don't come to me with speeches about family morality when you yourself abused those you claimed to protect. The cycle of abuse didn't start with Hope, it started with you! Are you surprised that she finally realized who you really are and became disillusioned?"

Klaus, surprised by the confrontation, clenched his fists, clearly upset, but silent. He couldn't deny the truth in Qetsiyah's words. He had been cruel, manipulative, and ruthless to his family for centuries. How could he judge Hope when he himself had marked that path of betrayal and violence?

Qetsiyah: Continuing coldly, "The truth is, Hope was raised in the shadow of your myth. She was taught to idolize you, to see you as something larger than life itself. But when the reality of who you are caught up with her, when she realized that the man she worshipped was nothing more than a violent despot, everything came crashing down. It's no surprise that she rebelled against you and everything you stand for."

Klaus: with his jaw set "It wasn't like that! I always did what I thought was necessary to protect my family. I'm not perfect, but..."

Qetsiyah: interrupting him with disdain "Oh, right. Same old story. You did what you thought was necessary. You destroyed everything in your path, you forced your siblings to follow you out of fear, not loyalty. No wonder Hope chose to turn off her humanity, how could she bear the burden of being 'Klaus Mikaelson's daughter'? After all, who wants to live under the legacy of a man who only brought pain?"

Silence fell over the room again. Qetsiyah's words were like knives to Klaus, but he knew she was right about much of what she said. He had done many horrible things in his life, and now, it seemed his daughter was paying the price for his decisions.

Rebekah and Kol remained silent, their expressions mixed with concern and understanding. They had lived under Klaus's control for centuries, but Hope was a new generation, someone who had to find her own way and who had unfortunately been swept away by her father's legacy.

Qetsiyah, even more upset, did not hesitate to add a new blow to Klaus' already wounded ego, and this time, she focused on the relationship between Hope and Hayley.

Qetsiyah: with a cold and biting tone "And you know what the saddest part of all this is, Klaus? Hope never really came to value her mother, Hayley. Since she was little, she was fed this absurd idolatry towards you, as if you were the center of her universe. But if she had been smarter, she would have seen that Hayley was all she really needed. Hayley fought, suffered and died protecting that little girl, but the shadow you cast was so great that her mother's life was completely eclipsed."

Klaus, clearly affected, could not hide the pain in his eyes at the mention of Hayley. He knew that she had been the pillar for Hope, and now it seemed that Hope, blinded by the myth he represented, never came to fully appreciate the woman who gave her everything.

Qetsiyah: Continuing harshly "During all those school years, did you ever hear anyone remember her as Hayley's daughter? No! She was always 'Klaus' daughter.' As if her mother was nothing more than a mere incubator, someone whose only function was to bring a daughter into the world for you. Hayley was not given the place she deserved in Hope's life, and in part, that is your fault. Hope was dragged down by the weight of your legacy, forgetting the only person who truly mattered."

The silence grew even heavier. Freya, Rebekah, and Elijah looked at each other, uncomfortable at the truth they had just heard. They knew what Hayley had meant to Hope, but they also knew how much Hope had been influenced by Klaus and his legacy.

Klaus: speaking with difficulty, his voice cracking "I never wanted Hope to forget her mother. Hayley is important. But... I don't know what I did to make her think that. I wanted to protect her from everything, but in the end, I only kept her from what she truly needed."

Qetsiyah: harshly "And now you're paying the consequences. Hope has distanced herself from everything that anchored her to her humanity. Idolizing you left her empty, and that led her to disconnect from what mattered most to her, including her mother. And the worst part is that, all this time, Hayley was seen by everyone as a mere instrument to bring you your precious daughter."

The last sentence resonated like a painful echo. Klaus knew that his daughter was struggling with confusion and loss, and that perhaps, in some way, he had contributed to erasing the memory of Hayley, the woman who had been the heart and soul of Hope's life.

Rebekah: softly "Nik... Hope needs to remember who Hayley was, her mother. Not just as the daughter of a hybrid. If we don't show her that, we will lose her completely."

Klaus' face darkened. He knew Rebekah was right. He couldn't allow Hayley's memory to fade from his daughter's heart, let alone her own legacy to destroy her.

Hayley remained silent, processing the harsh truths that had come to light. Although she was not entirely surprised by the way the Mikaelsons had treated her daughter, she could not help but feel a deep rage. All her struggle, all her sacrifice, seemed to have been in vain, overshadowed by Klaus's imposing legacy. At times, it even felt as if Hope had been conceived solely to fulfill a purpose, an end, as if her role as a mother had been merely instrumental. Hayley's pain, her effort to raise Hope, had been underestimated and relegated to the background.

Jackson, who was at her side, noticed the tumult of emotions that ran through Hayley's heart. Without saying a word, he took her hand firmly but tenderly, in an attempt to reassure her. Their intertwined fingers offered her a sense of support and security in the midst of emotional chaos.

Jackson: Looking at Hayley calmly, but with determination in his words "I know, Hayley. This sucks. And I know that sometimes it can feel like you've been underestimated or left behind. But now that we know what happened, maybe there's a way to change things for the better. We can't undo the past, but maybe you can help Hope see the truth, to reconnect with what really matters. You're not alone in this...I truly care about Hope as if she were my daughter."

Jackson's words were like a balm to Hayley's wounded heart. She knew that he had always been her greatest ally, and hearing his optimism gave her a little hope. Although the Mikaelsons had a long history of mistakes and betrayals, maybe, just maybe, there was a way to heal the wounds and rebuild what had been broken between them, especially for Hope's sake.

Hayley: Squeezing Jackson's hand, nodding slowly "You're right, Jack. I can't keep letting Klaus' legacy define Hope. I have to remind her who she really is, where she came from. She's not just Klaus' daughter, she's also my daughter, and that's something that should never have been forgotten."

With those words, Hayley felt more determined than ever. She knew it would be hard, that there would be resistance, especially from the Mikaelsons, but Hope deserved more. She deserved to know and embrace the part of her that came from her mother, the part that had been overlooked for so long.

Qetsiyah: Interrupts "Oh, yes, I almost forgot. The boy's name, in case you're curious, is Nikolai Finn Griffit Malraux-Mikaelson, though he likes to be called 'Finnick'. The name is a tribute to the two people you have valued most, Freya: Finn, your brother, and Klaus, who, in his own way, taught you many important lessons. But what I really know you're all waiting for... The boy's father is... Vincent Griffith."

Shock ran across the faces of each of those present. No one had expected that revelation.

Freya, who until then had been silent, seemed paralyzed by the mix of emotions: surprise, confusion, and perhaps a slight discomfort. The fact that the father of her child was Vincent, someone she had respected and shared a complex relationship with, was something she had never planned to reveal so soon, or in such a way..Vincent was the other surprise, he never imagined being with Freya in the future and especially the relationship he has against his family, Vincent always had his differences against everyone and especially against Elijah and Klaus and of course his resentment towards them was justified. but on the other hand he really appreciated freya, he became friends with her and now he knows that they are emotionally involved, about the baby he is happy because he thinks that it could have been like the unborn child that he had with his ex-wife Eva... he has the feeling that he will be happy

Marcel couldn't help but congratulate his friend with a hug for his friend, for the fact of having earned the affection of a Mikaelson, something impossible

Finn who was also happy for his sister also felt overprotective about Freya's love interests, the famous jealousy of a brother at the end of the day now he has a nephew named after him

Finn: "Congratulations Sister, I knew that you would never forget me" *gives Freya a hug, and then directs his gaze to Vincent with seriousness and menace "And as for you Griffith, you better take care of her if you don't want me to chase you to death" Also his other 3 brothers agreed with that, Rebekah rolled her eyes at that as if they thought Freya was a child who needed the protection of others

Vincent just nods and rolls his eyes at the threat...but deep down he's a little worried

Freya nodded, but she was still lost in her own thoughts. The idea of ​​having a child and that future's relationship with Hope had her completely destabilized. How had she gotten to that point? And who was the man she had decided to start a family with?

Elijah: "But wait, you say Malraux ? why does Finnick have 3 last names?"

Qetsiyah: Take a pause before continue "Well there is more context.When the Mikaelsons were dormant, Hayley attempted to track down several werewolves so Freya could use their blood to perform a spell to wake Klaus and the others. In one of them, Freya met a wolf named Keelin Malraux who was the last of her line. Well, Freya ended up kidnapping her from Keelin's house... after being freed, instead of Keelin killing Freya for kidnapping her, she rather grew fond of her and they became friends... A turn of events that no one saw coming.By the way, Keelin lives with Freya since when she kidnapped her, she didn't realize that Keelin left the stove on at home and then started a fire in her home, destroying all of her belongings.For the record, Keelin offered herself as a surrogate mother through in vitro fertilization. So Finnick actually has one. 2 mothers and they share custody of the child"

That was a bigger surprise.Freya was surprised that a person she kidnapped became her friend and the connection was so deep that she offered herself as a surrogate mother for her, she also felt ashamed for being responsible for burning down her house in the future, the good side is now they share a house in the future and are friends.Back to the reaction, meanwhile on screen, Hope remained silent as Josie waited for a response, the weight of the words echoing in her mind.

Hope: "I plan to live alone of course, I'll go traveling because I'm definitely fed up with Virginia, I've always wanted to go to New York or visit another country, besides I doubt there are as many witches, werewolves or vampires as in New Orleans"

This comment left her family with a mix of concern and understanding. Off screen, the Mikaelsons were processing her desire to escape the weight of the inheritance that was imposed on her, an internal struggle between being part of her family and seeking her own path

Elijah: "Any decision she makes will be fine." He smiles calmly

Aurora: "Good for her, I too would like to leave the supernatural shit and take a vacation for life" She mentions with a playful tone

Hayley: I'm glad she finally has a plan but now what's next?

Qetsiyah smiled explaining that this was just the first chapter in Hope's life and there's still more to come

Tristan: exasperated, throwing up his hands "More still? You literally gave us the rundown of what seems to be a multi-season TV show, and now you say there's more." He sighs, tired, crossing his arms with an incredulous expression.

Mikael, always disdainful, intervened with his usual cold tone: "What else can there be? That brat has already caused enough trouble, hasn't she?" He feels the withering stares of his children, who did not hide their disapproval.

Klaus: "Are you crying out for euthanasia, old man?" He said annoyed at any negative comment towards his daughter, even if it failed him he wants to know if there is a chance to change things

Mikael growled and looked angrily at his bastard son again

Dahlia: "It would take a while for them to sew his mouth shut" the brunette said while rubbing the tips of her fingers on her forehead out of exhaustion

Qetisiyah: This will be the last of it and everyone can have a break

April 1th 2029 , New York Upper East side

The screen shows Hope Mikaelson in the luxurious Lotte New York Palace hotel, located in the heart of Manhattan, known for its opulence and its appearance on the famous show "Gossip Girl." The streets of New York come alive with their bustling energy as Hope returns to her luxurious room, exhausted but satisfied with her choice of city.

As she enters, she drops her bag, throwing herself down on the comfortable sofa in the living room, enjoying the atmosphere. But suddenly, a wave of discomfort forces her to jump up. She runs to the bathroom, covering her mouth as she feels nausea wash over her.

Hope: muttering as she washes her hands and feels the bad taste in her mouth "Ugh... I shouldn't have eaten those cakes. What's the point of being dead-alive if I still feel nauseous?... Sure, I do other things like eat or sleep and even if vampires do... but feeling sick is not normal." She pauses before looking at herself in the mirror, somewhat exhausted, and decides to brush her teeth to feel better.

Her body was acting weird the last days, she feels extremely hunger, even when she feed with blood she crave for more, feel tired while she do spells and mood changes, like if she was pregnant , thing that is imposibble considering she is part dead , but still having the werewolf part of her but it cant be determinated

Hope: While she was thinking, she remembers things she did while she had her humanity turned off, and one of them was having been with a man "N-no... it's not possible..I don't —

paralyzed From the thought, she sits slowly on the edge of the bed, trying to process what she just remembered. The signs are there: inexplicable tiredness, insatiable hunger, mood swings. Everything fits, but her mind refuses to accept what seems impossible for someone like her.

Hope: muttering to herself "No... It can't be... it's not possible. I'm... dead." His voice shakes as his mind fills with vague memories of what happened while he had his humanity turned off.

A face appears in her memory, blurry at first, but slowly becoming clearer. She remembers being with someone, in a state of complete lack of control. Reality is beginning to set in, but it is still difficult to accept. She places a hand on her abdomen, feeling an inexplicable connection.

Hope: with doubt"¿How...? I'm a Tribrid It shouldn't be possible." She gets out of bed, walking from one side to the other but now suffocating room, fighting against the reality that is in front of her.

The scene slowly moves towards Hope's reflection in the mirror, where her eyes fill with a mixture of panic and confusion.

Off-screen, viewers especially Klaus and Hayley, watch with growing concern. Rebekah covers her mouth with her hands, while Esther remains completely motionless, processing the situation.

Klaus, strugling to contain his anger and confusion, gets up abruptly, almost shouting:

Klaus: "What the hell is going on? This doesn't make sense! My daughter can't...!" His voice is cut off, unable to finish the sentence while the weight of the situation crushes him. *

Cami: "Klaus Calm down... it must be a mistake"

Lucien: " I didn't see it that coming... now everything got more interesting ~" the vampire mentioned with a tone of fascination

Back on the screen, the girl,trembling slightly, takes his phone and dials a number. He seems to hesitate for a moment before pressing "call".

Hope: in a barely audible whisper "I need to know the truth... and quickly."

Qetsiyah: Ok That's it for today

Davina:WAIT——

The screen shutdown...for now

Hiiiii everyone, sorry for taking so long to update but the college was killing me
This time I wanted to write longer for not letting things missed (Qetsiyah Klaus #1 Hater lol)

Now on I will write the episodes of the show here from the next chapter

So thanks all and bye (I know nobody will watching this)

An then this piece of man will appear

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