#~goddamn right you should be scared of me who is in control; devyn bhat

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She hadn't needed to attend the party to know how the nights events had gone. She was the mastermind behind the spell, the creator of said spell and even though she hadn't any need to be there that certainly hadn't stopped her from showing up dressed as Shego- how unironic- to revel in the chaos she had created on behalf of her older sister and Triad. "Such beautiful chaos and yet nobody is appreciating it," Devyn pouts, green and black clad arms crossing over her chest. "It's all woe is me this and woe is me that. Come on, people. That was a hell of a trip, somebody has got to admit that."

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Dark irises roll, a hand rising to wave off his words as a dark and amused smirk pull across her lips. “Yes, I’m sure Triad will, whatever helps you sleep at night I suppose,” Devyn counters. “I do love seeing the aftermath of my beautiful handiwork. It’s a delicacy you know. I mean who doesn’t like to marvel at the chaos they created?”

Klaus scoffed loudly at the woman. "Pathetic drivel by an equally pathetic organization. Cowering in fear at your betters; lurking around and waiting until you have found bring us down to your playground... anyone can play with enough training wheels." He remarked, but let the threats drop there. As much as it thoroughly disgusted him, he knew he had to let the woman leave unharmed.

"Ah, yes. Arya... the dull brute's oh-so-loving wife. Fortunately, I can be a very patient man when I need to be. Your organization will get what's coming to it one day." Once he had the means of ensuring that Triad didn't have access to Cure-weaponry to wield against him nor Hope. Until then, he'd lie like a snake waiting to strike. "Do you have a point to make with this unscheduled visitation, or were you merely looking to prowl around and muse at your handiwork?"

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♡ ― Mikaelson Halloween ball attire: task 003 ― ♡

Devyn Bhat as Shego (Kim Possible)

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"Now there's an idea," Devyn grins deviously, amusement written against her features as she lowers her glass of wine from her lips. "Or maybe a demon turkey? I mean Thanksgiving is the next big holiday and everything."

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Imogen was stuck right next to him and he made sure not to take his eyes off of her. There had been too many chances of her getting hurt on his watch and he'd be damned if it happened again. Sure accident's happened but with events where life and death are at play he didn't want to test it. "What's next? A killer Christmas tree," he muttered quietly as he watched his daughter run along to some friends

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The smirk was devilish, growing wider and wider with the descriptive threat being thrown at her before she eventually released a round of laughter paired with a shake of her head. "Oh we have the stones to face you but honestly," Devyn retorts. "Where is the fun in that? It's far more entertaining to tire you all out with little tricks and games before rolling out full force."

She steps forward, completely unphased as the dark magic vibrated within her frame, dark veins protruding up her arms as she allowed a whisper of it to thrum to life. "You'd have to catch me first blood sucking pup," the witch taunts. "But then you'd have to answer to Blade or worse- my sister. If you think my 'leader' who- for the record- isn't actually my leader is bad. Oh man are you in for a treat when you meet Arya."

There was a ear-splitting screeching sort of sound as the hybrid's grip on the balcony railings tightened and tightened - until it cleaved and twisted the metal in two. He turned with nothing but venomous hatred and fury in his eyes - eyes that bled into golden rings floating in bloodshot pools - as he looked the woman over and locked gazes with her. "Oh, I'm rather enjoying all the completely visceral ways to drag out your suffering and agony. That is, of course, when you and your cowards grow the stones to face our communities without your safety blankets and espionage." Klaus remarked sharply.

"For example... each long day, breaking each and every single bone in your body. One by one. Mending you; then repeating the process. A day for each day of life each of my family members you have harmed possess." He hissed. "Were it not for your 'leader' and his manipulative games, I would start right now..."

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Her steps were slow- methodical, even- as she rose up the flight of stairs, heels of her boots clicking against the stone intentionally with each step as a cocky grin rested against her lips and she settles her frame a few feet from the hybrid, digits placing against the railing of the balcony overlooking the open parlor of the compound. "Did the big bad hybrid not enjoy my little party gift," Devyn questions smoothly, a taunting tone hinted in her words as she steals a glance in his direction. "I'd have thought you'd have found it rather- humorous."

Silence. Even as the hybrid strode through the halls of his estate; through the open and missing doorways; through the cracked and broken and burned foyers and courtyard, there was an unnerving silence surrounding the man. The rage and fury swirled and boiled within him, yet outwardly he remained silent as he surveyed the extent of damages done and watched the last bits of the carnival festivities being shipped out his doors.

Most of the partygoers had already left - some casually, some in a terrified hurry once the effects of whatever magical malady that had plagued many of them had worn off. Some still straggled or were offering to help try to clean up some of the mess left behind. And as for Klaus? The hybrid stood at a balcony, watching people slowly leave through the courtyard doors.

They had assaulted his home yet again. It wasn't difficult to point the finger at whom was to blame for the chaotic turn of events. Klaus felt it more personally; as if it had been someone taking the hourglass and pouring sand out from within it. Like he was being manipulated and coerced. And that infuriated him. Yet, there was silence.

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"A genius you are," Devyn taunts, smirk merely tugging further across her lips. "Peace? Sweetheart, we're supernatural beings. There is no such thing as peace. We will always be fighting something or someone. Best decide which side is the right side to be fighting on. Which has the best survival rate."

"Why do I feel like you're involved with this?" he asked, voice both serious and annoyed at the same time. "Listen, I'm not trying to shoot out suggestions, I just want a second of peace with my family"

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A scoff is quick to remove itself from her lips, dark irises rolling as she shakes her head and waves off his words. “Hardly through nepotism, BJ, darling,” Devyn quips. “I’ve got the power, drive, and ambition that you and all the others seem to lack. Not too mention the lovely magic coursing through my veins. I lead an entire coven on Triad’s behalf. I’m your boss because I earned my place as your boss. It’d do you well to remember who exactly you’re talking to and what I’m capable of.”

Bejo looked at her with equal indifference. "Give it time, someone is probably cooking something up. Anything can happen." Bejo pointed out. In his eyes, the supernatural aren't the types to take things lying down. And its only a matter of time before they strike back. "So you're my boss through nepotism got it." Bejo quipped. He took out the jumper cables and portable battery with ease knowing what to do. "I'm aware this is an option. This car however is more shot than the target in the practice room."

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"So sorry I had to miss the fun," Devyn muses, crooked grin cocking against her lips as she steals a sideways glance at her older sister. "But somebody had to ensure the spell was seen all the way through. Looks like it did exactly what we wanted it to do."

arya revelled in the sights of the aftermath of the spell. she was well aware that tonight would be seen as an attack on them, afterall it was an attack but it had never meant to be one to hurt them. "i'll admit it. she declared, snaking her arm into the crease of her sister's folded arm, pulling her closer. this shared the message that brutality was not all they had on their side, that triad had access to taking away the one thing everyone held dear, their minds. muscle and violence may win but the mind was far more impactful. "i think you've outdone yourself, it was quite the entertaining night."

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"It's Halloween, darling," Devyn counters swiftly, shoulders shrugging slightly. "I think it's safe to say quite a few people are giving off supervillain vibes. Besides didn't you ever watch Halloweentown as a kid? Great movie."

"Yeah, you're giving off supervillain vibes right now, you have to be behind this," he said with a nod, not even remotely afraid of the repercussions of his words. He had to remember to talk to Charlie about this when he saw her next, knowing that this person was definitely someone to keep on his radar.

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"Their will wasn't overridden," Devyn counters, soft chuckle easing from her lips as her gaze lands on the other witch, a devious grin written against her lips. "Not really. Their personalities were just overridden. You people are so sensitive. I could've done much worse. You should really be more grateful, sweetheart."

Davina didn't have to be an incredibly powerful witch to know that what had happened at the party was magic - anyone with half a brain knew that. She didn't know where precisely the spell had come from, but Triad's responsibility was clear enough. "Were you expecting a standing ovation when the spell ended? What kind of appreciation, exactly, should all of these people be showing for having their will overridden?"

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A look of indifference is shot in the others direction, dark irises rolling as she releases a low, dark chuckle and shakes her head. “As if anyone else has the capability to pull off what I just did,” Devyn retorts with scoff. It was a spell of her own making, a twisted fun game that gave her a thrill. If anyone else had taken credit, she’d snap their necks with a single flick of her wrist in a heartbeat. “I owe you nothing, BJ,” the witch counters. “You work for my sister and brother in law which means you also work for me. We are not ‘co-workers’ in the slightest.” Brows furrow at his final words, head shaking as another scoff escapes. “Don’t be daft. Get some jumper cables and a portable battery charger.”

Bejo looked at Devyn with tired eyes. "Shouldn't have fucking known." Bejo said trying to surpress the eye roll. "Maybe a little warning to your coworkers next time-"Bejo said poking his head out of his car. There was a sigh. "Any chance you got a little spell to restart my car. I've been here too long for comfort."