this soul of mine will never break ❁ return

[Margaery]

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(this is three days later? y e e t)

For three days, Margaery had been trapped not in purgatory, but a marble room. She was painstakingly aware of the fact that she was dead and could not understand why she had yet to face her eternity of damnation yet. She was a bad person - a monster, if you will - wouldn't such a fate be the only thing fitting for her? She had paced. She had screamed. And she had tried her best to free herself from her entrapment to no avail. Whatever divine entity had put her here intended to keep her locked up indefinitely.

If was the evening of the third day when things changed, a ghostly black panther materializing before her form to gaze silently upon her. Margaery lifted her head to return the stare, not afraid. How could anything frighten someone who was already dead anyways? There was no punishment worse than the one she was currently experiencing.

[color=#000000]"Maarit Mikaelson, daughter of Caroline and Niklaus Mikaelson, correct?"

She flinched as her birth name was used. It had been centuries since she had been addressed as anything but Margaery (or some alias of similar caliper that she had crafted out of necessity) and she certainly didn't wish to relive the memories tied to the name. Maarit had been innocent and mortal. She had loved both of her parents and had planned to live and die a millennia ago. In a way, Margaery supposed that Maarit did die when she was cursed. She never got to fulfill her dreams or bring honor to her family. Instead, she became Margaery. The monster. The beast. The rose with the steel-lined thorns.

[color=#b14767]"Yes that's me," Margaery finally responded, swallowing hard. She glanced around the marble room once more, searching for perhaps the millionth time for some way to escape. As always, she turned up empty handed. [color=#b14767]"Who are you? Where am I? I want to go home."

The creature before her softened suddenly, extending an obsidian paw to gently brush against Margaery's shoulder. She had to fight the urge to recoil. [color=#000000]"I am Selene, Goddess of the Moon. Before you could be sent to hell, I stole your soul away in the interest of making a bargain. While I am a moon goddess, I'm also a creature of the night... just like yourself. You've never sired a vampire, Margaery. Why? I will give you your life back, your immortality back, if you simply do that for me. Two a month, every month, preferably changed on the full or new moon. Nobody worships me anymore, Maarit. Nobody. Change that, and your life, your children, your love... you can have them all forever."

Margaery contemplated her offer for a moment, suddenly endeared by its promise. Her life. Her love. Her children. She could have that all back as long as she turned others into vampires. Condemned them to eternity just as she had been. Honestly, she could see no drawback. She'd live just as her father and the rest of the Mikaelson's did. She'd finally be one of them, not just their precious flower.

[color=#b14767]"I accept your offer," Margaery responded, [color=#b14767]"Send me home."

A smile appeared on the striking features of Selene, her eyes gleaming with not malice but excitement, hope. [color=#000000]"Very well, Maarit. Go home. Meet your children. Live your immortal life once more."


When Margaery Mikaelson awoke, the first thing she noticed was the silver bracelet around her left paw. It was a rather lovely piece of jewelry, simple yet elegant and adorned with an obsidian moon. She supposed that it served as a reminder of her bargain. Turn two innocent souls into vampires every month. Yeah, she could do that.

Picking herself up, the female was pleased to discover that she inhabited a body almost identical to her previous one. All she was missing were her various necklaces and the bracelet that Hazel had made for her. No matter, she assumed that someone must have plucked them from her corpse. Oh.. right.. Her corpse. She had died. She frowned contemplatively at that thought, wondering how her clanmates had reacted to the sight of her, dead, with four children at her side.

She supposed she'd find out soon.

Her senses told her that she wasn't that far from the Ascendants territory and with a newfound determination to return home, Margaery quickly began to sprint. She didn't stop until she reached the border and then crossed it without so much of a thought. She was halfway to the Observatory when she finally slowed in her pace to catch her breath.


[color=#b14767]"Hello! It's me! Margaery! I'm home!" She shouted between gasps of air, [color=#b14767]"I want to see my children! Someone, please, take me to my children."