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Kol was walking for what felt like hours. Well, he deduced it should have been a couple hours, since he didn’t had any idea about when he had even started walking in that mysterious place. His mind was confused, filled with a thick mist that covered any trace of intelligent thinking, making the Original unable to remember what had happened a couple seconds ago, or differentiate it from what happened days before. The Mikaelson lost every train of thought he tried to take, nothing felt concrete, just confusion about how did he get there? What is this place? And why he couldn’t stop himself from walking forward?His surroundings felt like they were faded pictures, the place was a forest, with trees so dense that reached so high that prevented any sunlight from getting inside the trail. The only sound nearby was his own footsteps hitting the ground, cracking old leaves and dried sticks while he walked through what felt endless. Kol deduced that he could try calling for someone, but when he tried to, his voice didn’t left his mouth, which would be astonishing in any other situation. However, Kol seemed to have forgotten how to feel fear, just like he forgot the names and faces of anyone he could call for help.For one second, the forest image blurred, it was replaced for a ancient village with small abandoned cabins, then it was the corridors of a big European castle full of portrait of nobles, but their faces were scratched out, and finally at the border of a lake, his toes digging in the wet sand. Then he was at the forest again, and that’s when the vampire noticed that the paths were finally coming to an end, and the trees started to become less and less dense. He blinked, and then there was no trees at all, only him standing in the middle of nowhere, staring at a wall made of grey smoke just a few steps away. The unbearable need of keep walking forward disappeared, his thoughts were finally getting some sense and the haze between them was blow away. Kol remembered his own name, remembered his own voice and to feel fear, and more important, he remembered what had happened a while ago.Kol Mikaelson was dead.Rephrasing that, he had been murdered, by the doppelgänger Elena and her brat little brother, together they incapacitated him with a sink hose from all things, vervain water and then stabbed the White Oak Stake through his chest, piercing his heart. He could now remember everything, how the stake felt, a big injection of burning acid inside his heart, pumping it in his veins until it was leaking through his skin, burning him from the inside out. The feeling of being set on fire was quite unique, his whole body was getting consumed really fast, and he tried to fight against the flames until he no longer could, falling to the ground without any more strength and died.Being honest, the first feeling Kol had by remembering all those things wasn’t anger or sadness or whatever stages there is in grief, he only felt shame. How could him, one of the Original Vampires, have been killed by a newbie vampire and a sixteen-year-old human, a bloody teenager! That was pathetic! It felt unreal, like a big plot hole in his life script after spending a whole millennia as a apex supernatural predator. Only after pondering about it for a couple seconds that the anger came up, and he cursed “Bloody hell!” in the middle of nowhere to no one.He got to the conclusion that he must be at the Other Side, but right after he started to doubt if it was really it. The youngest Mikaelson brother had walked side by side with the witches during all his immortal life, he knew what expect, the Other Side should be a purgatory of eternal solitude to supernatural creatures after they found their earthly end in death. Well, he was alone there for sure, but he felt in his guts that something was odd, out of the pattern of natural magic and closer to something else, something familiar but he couldn’t name it. He finally felt some warmness in that cold place, and turned back to find, and yes, it’s ironic, a light in the end of the tunnel.This light wasn’t there a few seconds ago, and even with every single death scene that Kol saw on the TV when he was finally undaggered in the 21st century telling the characters to do the opposite, he walked straight to the light. He was already dead, it wasn’t like he could die again, so he chose the warm light over the creepy smokescreen. Kol didn’t have to think about it too much, he started walking again backwards in the trail he had came from, and to the almost magnetic light, pulling him to it, drawing all his attention. The brown-haired started by walking, and then running, feeling the pulse stronger and stronger, calling for him at each step closer in it’s direction, and instead of the hours that took him to get from the beginning to the smoke wall, in only a few steps he was front to front the white light.It was a door.
Kol, Kol, Kol…
He could heard it calling him from the other side of the door, a male voice, strangely familiar, and yet again he couldn’t point from where he knew it. The voice was getting louder and louder, going from whispers to full yelling, and all this time, Kol just stared to where it should be a doorknob, but even being able to hear one doorknob twisting without stopping at the other side, trying to open the door, his side didn’t have any was to open it.
KOL, KOL, KOL!
The screams were as loud as they could be, the knocking was getting urgent, almost violent, and other voices, those from wailing men and women, getting closer, coming from the smoke wall, started to mix with the knocking noises. When he could swear the white door was going to be torn apart, a doorknob materialized at his side, and he didn’t lose time in grabbing it and twisting as fast as he could. The door opened, revealing more obfuscating light that pierced all the shadows and smoke, when Kol got used to it after being in the dark all this time, his sight focused on a figured standing at the door, stepping closer and closer, until he how see the image of a man.Kol remembered from where he knew that voice, and now he could also see his face. How could he ever forget any of this traits.— Thanatos?The man didn’t answer, nor did he let it show any sign of emotion, he just stared at his own hands, flexing his fingers as if checking if they were really solidified there. Thanatos stretched his hands to Kol, getting a tight grip by his neck, shocking the Original for a second, but before he could free himself from his grip, he was pulled to the inside of the door that closed behind him as them both started falling into the light. They were free falling at a high speed, nothing to stop or catch them, but it only took a few seconds, they hit something that felt like hard ground and Kol sight went black again. After centuries of being daggered to a mystical slumber that simulates death by his own family, Kol knew well how it felt to be suddenly awoken from it by a outside force. His whole body ached, rigid and dried up from the lack of blood flow, but just like when the dagger was pulled out, he could feel it starting to slowly heal, starting from the tips of his fingers and crawling to his other members. His eyelids were still too hard to him to open it, but he started to feel his surroundings again, and he could feel movement.— Wake up, sleepy head. — his senses were being rebooted, in the lack of a better term. His hearing stopped just ringing and started to recognize the same voice from before, and then his feeling of touch seemed to be going pretty well, as he could feel the not so light slaps in the sides of his face. — Come on, sunshine, I have more to do. You’re stalling me up.The healing reached his face, so his heavy eyes could finally open after some effort, and his mouth could open to groan with muscular pains all over his body each time he tried to move. He was lied and staring at the roof of a kitchen, but when he moved his sore neck, his eyes locked on the man crouched at his side, staring at him from above. The eyes almost doubled in size, with sheer surprise as he thought he was going crazy or he was really seeing Thanatos and one of his classic smirks again.— Litte jotnar? — was the first thing that came out of the perplex vampire, his voice deep but scratchy from a dried mouth.— How is going, handsome? It’s been a while.— It is really you? — Kol tried to raise his arm, but his shoulder was still wounded from the cleaver Jeremy used to attack him, and healing way too slowly. He still made the effort, ignoring the pain to reach for him, almost touching the young man face with an delicacy that Kol couldn’t even remembered the last time he was so careful. However, before his fingers could touch Thanatos skin so he would be sure he was really there and not just an illusion, his wrist was caught by the witch hand, holding still and preventing it from touching him. Could be the post-death weakness, but the grip felt way stronger than it should. — How is that possible?— Someone had to look for your sorry ass. — he let go from the Original wrist, but he had really held him, he was real. Thanatos walked away for a while, while Kol tried to sit himself, supporting his back against the kitchen counter, when he made it, Than had already walked back holding a backpack.— Am I dead? Is this the Other Side?— Kol, Kol, Kol… — he said, and he felt an déjà vu of this same words, calling him from the other side of that white door made of light. — Always so dramatic. No, we aren’t at the Other Side, but you got pretty close to it, pal. It would’ve been a big headache to bring you back if I had taken any longer. — he searched from something in that backpack, an took a blood bag of O Negative, offering to the weakened vampire. — Welcome back to the land of the living! Flesh and bone, isn’t that nice? Now drink it, you are going to need some energy.Kol took the blood from hand and dig his fangs on in, draining all the blood the fast as he could, he hadn’t even noticed how thirsty he was. The effects of fresh blood in his immortal body were immediate, accelerating his healing factor, invigorating his strength, but he never took an eye away from Thanatos, fearing that blinking would make him disappear for another one thousand years. The vampire could never forget him, even all this time all seemed fresh in his memories, and looking at him after all this time, made him feel relief that he was just like he remembered.His skin had an Mediterranean-brown tone, and it was just glowing and flawless, Kol wanted to feel it’s texture so much. Thanatos jaw was still sharp, his face structures seemed to be carved from wood, the same enchanted wood they both would carve amulets from as they sat in the clearing at the forest. Only his black hair was different, it had grown longer, he had more curls than waves now, messy and still charming, but everything but that was still the same, even the way the corner of his mouth would twitch as he smiled, showing those perfect teeth, even the two at the upper-front that were a little separated from one another. His eyes, sharp just like his jaw had these deep forest-green tone, like two emerald gemstones, and they were staring directly inside his own, alert, barely blinking.Until a lamp went flying between their heads, smashing into the counter making a mess of glass and wires. Thanatos sighed deeply and rolled his eyes, getting up to his feet and walking to the next room.— Oh, yeah. I forgot he was here. — he just blankly stared at the living room, where Klaus, the almighty Original Hybrid, throwing a tantrum while still confined by the perimeter of the barrier spell. He was making quite a mess breaking everything he could reach, but still no sound was heard.— Why can’t we hear him? — Kol asked, finishing the last drop of the blood bag and tossing it to the side. He followed Thanatos movements and got up to his feet, recovering from dizziness. He didn’t remind Klaus getting in, even less getting caught in what seemed to be a barrier spell.— I needed to concentrate to cast the spell. — Thanatos said, closing his backpack and tossing it over his shoulder, looking annoyed at Niklaus, who kept punching the borders of the spell. — It was a fucking hard ritual and he kept screaming and shouting and whimpering. He was getting on my nerves, so I cast a spell to soundproof the barrier.— Did you put him there?— No, it was the Bennett witch. She did a barrier spell, tied it to the new moon. — he talked slowly, more speaking to himself than to the other vampires, crooking his face slightly as he brushed the tips of his fingers against the invisible wall, feeling and analyzing it. — Clever girl, it must last about three days. That should be enough time for them to flee, get to Silas and open his tomb to find the Cure.Those words ringed in Kol ears. He had lived all of his immortal life side by side with the witches, meeting and learning from their cultures all over the world, even without being able to practice magic anymore, and the ones the knew Silas name, all knew he was too dangerous to be awaken again. The story went way back to ancient Greece, when a couple of witches from a powerful coven decided they wanted to be immortal, long story short, it went pretty bad because of some infidelity issues. Silas was sealed away in a tomb with a cure to his immortality, but his old coven became feared by the others for their immense god-like powers to cheat death and create whole new dimensions for supernatural suffering. Thinking that only the gods could held this powers, their old coven was cursed to never be able to gather again or practice magic together, turning them into Travelers. Kol knew Thanatos understood this as well as him, after all, he was the first one to tell him this story since his own coven, the Gemini Coven, an ancient and powerful one, was the one the cursed Silas coven into becoming Travelers.— We must get to them right now before they leave. — Kol said, with bitterness and anger in his voice. He wanted to find them and tear them apart, limb by limb. — They have a Hunter, and with the Hunter’s Mark complete they’ll be able to…— Don’t need to fill me in, pal. I’m not stupid, I did my research. — Thanatos answered taking his hands off the barrier and turning to face Kol, with an annoyed look in his face. Kol felt… strange about it. Not hurt by any means, but the tone he was using on him, the disdain after not seeing each other for so long made him unsteady. — That’s how I know that, with me bringing you back from the dead, your sireline is intact. They don’t have completed the Hunter’s Mark yet, and when they notice it, they’ll come, searching for answers, and that’s exactly where I want them.— How can you be so sure my sireline is not dying right now as we speak.— Call it a guess. — now both of them were completely ignoring Klaus as he hammered his hands against the barrier hard enough to draw blood, turning their backs to him and staring at each other without saying anything for a couple of seconds. It took almost a full minute for Thanatos speak again. — We should go.The witch started walking to the front door, leaving Kol behind as he left the house. Kol kept standing there confused, until he noticed that he was supposed to be following the witch outside the house, to whatever end. He looked at his brother, seeing that face full of anger covering the dried tears of sadness and relief staring back at him, and it felt absurd to think that Niklaus could ever cry for him, even at his death, so he turned his back and followed Thanatos without looking back.Outside the house, Thanatos had stopped walking midway in the garden, curved forward and pressing one of his hands against his stomach, groaning in pain, and by seeing that, Kol ran in vampiric speed to his side, putting a hand over his back that the witch immediately tried to get rid over. He straightened his body, spit a mouthful of blood in the grass, and walked to a car parked in the front of the house as if nothing had happened at all.— I call shotgun. — and he got inside the passenger front seat of the car, and Kol noticed that there was someone else on the driver seat, turning the engine on. Without much more to do, he hesitantly got in the backseat, already making a list of all the questions he had to ask to Thanatos, starting with were have he been all this long. And how was he there, alive now, a whole thousand years after their last meeting.
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Even with his eyes closed and without trying to look back, Thanatos could feel Kol’s gaze all over him like a predator watching carefully before making an attack, and he knew this so called attack would sound exactly like a ton of questions, some more personal than others. The witch was just ignoring it, since any of the people in the car had yet to speak something since entering it, and he was planning on keep ignoring it even if Kol tried to ask something. In the front seat, Thanatos seemed to be taking a nap during the ride, his eyes closed and his breathing slow and steady, his chest raising and falling calmly. All of that a scene of course, since the witch was actually kind of meditating, keeping his thoughts in line, his mind clear and focused, and his tired body relaxed so it wouldn't collapse, at least not before he could find a bed to collapse into.Thanatos Grivas was a specialist on necromancy, he could proudly say with all confidence that he was the most proficient witch on this ability on the whole, not wanting to be arrogant, world. Unlike any other witch, he had more time than anyone to not only search and study many styles in many cultures all around the world, he also trained and practiced it. Bringing someone back from the dead for him it was just as easy to him as making a spell to light up a candle or to link one to another, of course it had it’s drawbacks, but his body was so used to it right now that he would had to deal with no more than thirsty for a glass of water. The problem was that Kol Mikaelson was not just someone, he was an Original Vampire, meaning that his life – and death – was tied to his whole sireline, hundreds of thousands of vampires around the globe had their lives depending on Kol keeping his own. Also didn’t make it easier that the Other Side, with all their witches craving for the nature balance would be exceptionally happy with the death of all those nature abominations, so he had to deal with them trying to pull Kol to stay there too.So, yeah, it had been a pretty rough ride. He was exhausted from all the effort he had to make and all the magic he had to spend, he was feeling dried out like a juice box in the hands of a thirsty toddler. And yet, there was so much yet to be completed, he still had to deal with those teenage idiots trying to resurrect the First Immortal and willing to exterminate entire sirelines to do so. It wouldn’t be difficult to deal with them, since there was just some newbie vampires and a even younger brat that discovered to be a hunter not so long ago, he could just curse them to puke their insides out until they are a goo of blood and flesh, but there was a risky factor on the balance: the Bennett witch.Still, not to much to deal with, even with the Bennett coven being known for their powerful skilled witches, the Grivas witch search showed that she was young on it, and her study and handling her powers were amateur to say the least, since after her grandma passed there was no one to teach her how to properly practice. It wouldn’t be hard to just rip her heart out of the chest, but after earlier, Thanatos was sure that his source was not wrong, she was really using Expression magic, and that could be deadly for everyone around her including herself. Expression was like steroids, it made her natural, yet untapped talents for magic so much stronger, but it was corrupting her very essence and she could overdose on it any second now. Only a few weeks using it and she already showed being capable of subduing two of the Originals, if she kept doing taking this shortcut she could make great feats of magic, but if she instead had a little more education, she could probably still do those same feats without the drawback of actually dying.Thanatos could help her with it, but more important, he could help himself.— We are here. — the driver announced as the car stopped, and when Thanatos opened his eyes he noticed he was right, they were there parked in front of a big and fancy house. He took his belt off and left the car, fighting the nausea from standing after a long time seated, and Kol moved quickly to stand at his side.— This is my sister place. — pointed Kol, looking up to the lights on the second floor. There were shadows moving there, so she must be at home. — Why would we come here?— Thought would be nice to show her that her brother is not actually dead. Also, I need a favor from her. — the words were kind of hard to speak out loud, since now his stomach decided that it wanted to try to make Thanatos spill bile, but he kept it inside for now. The unknown drive shower up carrying the witch bag that he got from the trunk, but before he could take it, Kol took from the driver hands and just held it himself, looking at him worried. Kol was giving him a look that signed that Thanatos was not hiding his sickness so well, and looked that could pass out at the slightest effort. — Get inside, I have to pay the ride.Kol was unlikely quiet, since he did not questioned it and just walked to the front door carrying Thanatos travel bag. While that the driver got inside the car again, Thanatos moved to stay outside his window, he looked inside the man dull eyes and said a command.— Thanks for the ride. Now I want you to go back to the downtown and drive your car right inside the Mystic Grill the fastest you can, alright? — he spoke slowly, but firmly the words filled with mind compulsion. He watched as the man eyes, already compelled earlier to drive him around, dilate again with the new orders. — Oh, and take off your seatbelt, you’re not going to need it anyway.The man stared at his seatbelt he had put on the second he got inside the car for habit, and just pressed to take it off and looked back to Thanatos with a cordial smile. — Alright. Will that be all, chief?— Yes, make a good ride back. Good night.— Night, chief. — and with that he started the car and drove away. Thanatos felt almost bad for the taxi driver, he seemed friendly, and was just unlucky to be the one who picked the witch up in the airport.Well, poor guy, but he was short in time, so he couldn’t do much about it. Thanatos turned his back and walked to the house; he had the courtesy to clean his shoes in the carpet before going inside since they had some of Kol dried blood on them. It was a fancy house, and following the voices upstairs, he found not only Kol but also Rebekah on what seemed to be the main bedroom, she was holding on him tight, crying and sobbing on his shoulder while he seemed to awkward to answer to the loving gesture.— Bex, you’re crushing my ribs. — Kol said out of his breath, but nothing worked enough for her to let go of him, worried that if she did, he would just die again.— T-they told me you were d-dead… — she stuttered between long sobs, the witch still didn’t now if the tears were still from sadness or from joy and relief. — I was so afraid I would never see you again. That you were just… gone forever.Thanatos could read Kol’s expressions, he was hiding how happy he was, but he was also feeling something else not so friendly. Even after all that, he was still mad at his sister for something, and for that at least one of them, if not both, had messed up something really badly. He remembered how Kol used to tell him how much he loved his little sister, that she was his favorite because even living with Finn, Elijah, Klaus and the passed Henrik, she was the only one that didn’t left him alone. This thought took Thanatos off his concentration, and the sight of the room around him distorted as he wandered between memories from ages ago.
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— Finn just doesn’t like anyone else, so he’s always secluded and grumpy like a old man. And since he won’t do his job on being our older brother, Elijah does, but he’s so worried about protecting us that he ends up acting more like a father that he forgets to be our brother and to be himself. — Kol told him as they were on that small cabin in the middle of the woods, it was a cold night, but he seemed to be unaffected by it. While that, a younger and naïve Thanatos was sitting close to the fireplace, with three or four blankets covering his shoulders, two of them Kol had put them, saying the witch needed them more than him. — Niklaus is just… I don’t even know what Klaus is. He has this bad habit of pushing us away, and minutes later blaming us and saying he has nobody, that his family hates him and want him gone. Henrik is… was a mommy boy, he spend all his time being pampered by our mother and almost none playing with us, just so when things got bad with our father fury, he had the only safe space holding her leg.— What about Rebekah? — in his memories, his own voice seemed… strange to hear. He spoke slowly and unsteady, in a low tone even when there was only the two of them in the that cabin. It felt like a completely different person talking, like he was looking at an impostor, a pitiful one yet to learn that the world was not friendly toward the weaklings. — You said you had a younger sister.— My only sister. We get along very well. — Kol from the memory smiled slightly while thinking about her, and Thanatos from the memory thought it was impossible to explain how charming that was. — She’s the only one that I get along with, actually. We liked to play pranks around the village when we were young, I would teach her how to swim and she would tell me which girl from the village had a crush on me. I always thought that we were inseparable, but Rebekah is… complicated to deal with. I don’t want to say that she’s naïve, because she’s certainly not, but she needs approval from the others, and mine never was enough.— What do you mean?— When we were young and played all those pranks, if we were caught, I would keep my mouth shut, but she wouldn’t think twice before snitching me. Sometimes she would come back and said how sorry she was, but I would already have got a annoying lecture, if not a spanking. — his charming smile disappeared, giving place to one full of angst and sadness. — I love my sister, but she rarely stands up for me the way I do for her. She does for Niklaus, though. So yeah, she may be my favorite sibling, but for her I’m just an replacement to her for when Nikalus is in a mood to ignore her.— Maybe she doesn’t mean it. — Thanatos said trying to light up Kol’s mood again, he wanted to make him feel happy and joyful when he was at his side.— Maybe she doesn’t. But that does not make it hurt any less. — Kol didn’t look at Thanatos face anymore, he just stared at the flames crackling in the fireplace with lost eyes. — Being the middle child means that I’m never in the first place, I’m always just stuck between the others shadows, no one looking at me. No one ever pays attention to me until one of the others steps away, so I can be used as a spare or a substitute until them come back, then I can be forgotten again.He is tired of being used and afraid of being forgotten, Thanatos younger self thought. He is just like me.
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When Thanatos weakened mind started to focus again on the present time, no longer wandering between old memories so he could be back at the reality, his surroundings started to get clear again. The cabin in the woods disappeared, and the walls and furniture of Rebekah’s bedroom took its place in just a few seconds, changing all the scenario at once. That made Thanatos nauseous again, so he had just a few seconds turning his back to the siblings before puking all over the Persian carpet in the floor.In the end, public displays of affection really made him sick.He cleaned the corners of his mouth with his sleeve, and straighted up again, turning to look at Rebekah and Kol faces staring at him with concerned expressions. — Sorry about that. — he had broken all the emotional drama in the air, since Rebekah stopped crying and was just looking at the newest stain in her expensive carpet with disgust.— Brother, care to answer who is this one you brought with you to wreck my interior design?— This is the witch who brought me back from the dead. — Kol had dropped Thanatos bag at the floor and walked to him to hold his shoulders and make sure he won’t fall over his own face – and body fluids – at the floor if he passed out at any second. — I own him my life.Wow, hearing that had a way bigger effect on Thanatos that he thought it would have. And he still had not decided if that was good or bad.— I’m Thanatos Grivas, a pleasure. It’s easier if you call me Nate, or Grivas or whatever you like. — he felt a sharp pain on his liver, and wow, that took a out loud yelp out of him as he pressed a hand against his belly. — Sorry my manners, I’m not at my best shape right now. There is a bathroom I could use to refresh myself?Rebekah blinked twice, confused before another grunt of pain made her decision easier, as she pointed out the corridor. — Third door on the left.— Thank you. — the witch raised a hand to his travel bag in the floor, and it levitated to his hand with magic. But when he was going to walk to the instructed door, Kol seemed to want to follow him, so he raised a hand to his chest before leaving the bedroom. — You stay, big boy. I need some privacy to wash the effects of dark magic, or do you want to hold my hand as I puke my guts out? — Kol blushed, he actually blushed from being called out like that, so Thanatos just pointed a finger to both siblings. — You two seems to need to catch up and talk while I do that.So he walked away, leaving both of them behind, but he only heard silence and zero talking as he followed the instructions until he found the bathroom. Locking himself inside, he let go of his bag, letting it levitate to the counter and open itself as he washed his face in the sink. The zipper opened and a vial of herbs fluctuated to his hand after he dried his face in a silky towel, Thanatos opened the lid and swallowed all of it in one go. It tasted as horrible as it looked like, but it would easy his recovery till the morning. Another thing came out of the bag by itself, a blood bag just like the one he gave to Kol earlier in the night, so he grabbed it and broke the seal open.He looked himself in the mirror before putting the bag on his lips, the way his eyes darkened in an unholy way and black veins popped out on his face and his fangs grew larger and larger. He stared at the real face of a monster as he drank all the blood feeling his strengths being refreshed, as it was the only way to keep his immortal body healthy. A vampire already was an abomination of nature by itself, a creature of the night created by a witch who lost his way, the mother of those two not many rooms of distance, they who were turned against the will. Kol was one that felt it the most, as he, unlike his brothers and sister, had a taste of what was being a witch as this power stayed dormant in his others siblings, the only thing that he had that was all his, his only unique trait between his brothers, until it was taken away from him. Witches had to balance the nature, so they couldn’t be a part of something that wasn’t from the natural design of the world, so his powers were stripped away from him as he got turned into a vampire by his own mother.When Thanatos first met Kol, he did not wanted this life, he wanted to make flowers bloom and create fire with his mind, not have to kill to survive. It seemed that with the passing of the centuries, Kol grew more comfortable with this new powerful form, he changed to accept it. But Thanatos had changed too, for the best or for the worst is the only thing he still doesn't know to this day. He was no longer that scrawny witch that was casted away by his own coven for being considered defective and unworthy of living just because he was not born a entire witch, but an abomination for being uncapable of create a connection to the so called perfect nature and do magic by himself. They for many years called him a Siphoner, between many other not so kind names, but after his meeting and departure from Kol, the same people had learned to call him something else, something they feared instead of mistreat.The First Heretic.