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Turning Party Category: Uncategorized
No city threw a party like New Orleans. And no one threw a party in New Orleans like the Mikaelsons. The Mikaelson compound was turned from a stoic manor to a lavish and elegant party. In true New Orleans Style, a live band played with the singers dressed as Gothic twists of the Mad Hatter and Alice. Pin up dancers dressed in tight body suits molded to them like second skins danced on pedestals shaped like flowers among fire breathers and contortionists. Soft lighting illuminated along the walls and floor with colorful black lights to enhance the vibrant colors of the performers. Several bartenders dressed in all black mixed drinks while wait staff walked around dressed in red. White and red roses sat in vases and petals were scattered among the carpets. It was beautiful. Elegant. Seductive. A party of the senses.
Tonight was more than just a party. More than a celebration. It was a Message to Heaven. A bold strike. After all, the Angel had refused to listen to reason. And worst of all, the Vaticans treachery only compounded the hurt. So it was decided if the Angel wouldn't accept reason, then justice of their own would be had. And what better justice against an Angel than to break the faith of his believers? Angels, demons, even God's were only as powerful as the faith for those who believed on them. Who had faith in them. And for the Pope, thought by the world to be the most sacred and Holy of humanity, to become a condemned vampire? Well if the holiest of men could lose his soul to Hell, what chance did humanity have? None. So Luralena went to great lengths to make sure this night, this message, was flawless.
She had advised those who would come to dress in their Funeral best. And tonight was no exception to a deadly style only New Orleans could bring! Luralena was not one for fussing over appearances but tonight was an exception. She had her hair styled and pinned back with onyx jeweled clipals to match the onyx and obsidian choker she wore. Her black velvet satin gown hugged every curve and the only hint of color to her ensemble was the deep blue sash that emphasized her hourglass figure. She held her head up high, her shoulders back and spine straight. She knew her brother was kept in the basement for now until everyone settled in and the group was booming, which no doubt would be soon.
Tonight, they all were celebrating so much. Vengeance for Damion Teller. Celebration of Luralenas new life as a Vampire Tribrid. The announcement of her daughter's pregnancy. The Pope's turning. Itbwas a guy and festive evening that no doubt would go on well into the early hours of the next day!
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