The Beginning of the End (Season I Ending)

*Several Years Later*

"Mom do I really have to go?”

Eva rolled her eyes, "Yes Callum, your grandfather wants to spend time with all of you, and you WILL go and you WILL enjoy it.”

He huffed, "Grandpa isn’t the problem, it’s Uncle J.C., he gets on my nerves.” Placing her hands on her hips, Eva cut her eyes into her son.

"Oh really? And what exactly has he done this time?”

“Breathe,” Callum responding, his sneer disappearing only after his mother’s glare intensified. “I was just kidding around.”

“Well stop kidding around. Be nice to your uncle. It’s an important day for me, and your father and I want to spend time together.”

Fabian threw a ball at his brother. "That means they’re going to have relations. Mom can you pack me a couple sandwiches for the road?”

Declan reteched his head back. "Must you always be so obtuse and greedy?”

“Ohhh, look at Mr. Creepy butting in. You lucky I don't tell dad you almost killed three cats the other day.” Declan's eyes widened and he shrank back to the corner. Fabian’s taunt was interrupted by his brother Waylon, punching him in the gut.

"STOP MAKING FUN OF DECLAN BEFORE I WHIP YOU!” As the four brothers quarreled, Eva rubbed her head.

"KNOCK I OFF BEFORE I TELL YOUR FATHER!” Immediately they calmed. Alaric was still the most feared everywhere, and though he was affectionate with his sons, he also didn’t allow them to vex their mother.

“Tell me what?” The boys immediately straightened up.

“N-nothing.”

Alaric nodded his head, “You four better not be giving my wife a hard time.” Laughing, he pulled Eva into his arms and kissed her. “You look beautiful.” He murmured against her mouth. It had been years since he returned, years since they married, and yet, Alaric love only increased every day.

“EW!” Callum said, pretending to vomit, “Nobody wants to see that.”

Placing his hands on his hips, Alaric shook his head. “You know, one day you four will meet a woman who makes you feel like your mother makes me feel, and then, I bet, it won’t be that gross.”

“Yeah no, not interested. Unless she knows how to wrestle, I’m good.” Waylon said, throwing his football in the air.

“I personally don’t think one would ever be enough.” Fabian sneered and Callum eyed him up and down.

“You haven’t even had a girlfriend yet? What are you even talking about?” The two glared at one another and Declan shook his head.

“One day you two are going to kill one another, and I’m going to have to clean up your mess.”

Starting their quarrel for the second time in less than ten minutes, the boys heard their father's voice boom. “KNOCK IT THE FUCK OFF!” They quieted. “Today is a special day and you will not ruin it! NOW APOLOGIZE TO YOUR MOTHER!” Each boy rubbed the back of their neck in shame. Callum, running to Eva, placed his arms around her waist.

“Sorry, mom.” She smiled rubbing his hair.

Her glare returned after she heard Waylon mumble. “Mama’s boy.”

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Eva combed through her short hair trying her best to calm her nerves. It had been a bumpy ride, but she was finally where she always wanted to be. As she reflected on the past few years, she couldn’t imagine that so much happened. Reuniting with her parents, the death of Charles, getting married to the love of her life, and having four boys. She laughed and looked to the sky. “Not complaining, but it would have been nice to have a girl, these boys and their father are driving me insane.”

Of course, she was only partially serious. Her sons and her husband doted on her, though her firstborn Callum was probably the most protective. They all had such different personalities. Callum was always one for mischief. He honestly did try his best to stay on his parents good side, but he often found himself in trouble, especially with his uncle. Her next, Waylon was her rough one. Played every sport known to man and excelled at them all. He often wailed on his brothers, but he was really protective too. There were many times when she received calls about him getting into fights.

Fabian was probably her most precocious. Extremely developed for his age. He had a large appetite for everything. Food, knowledge, and she had a feeling, much like his father he would have a thirst for blood and women. She worried about him often. He was insatiable and sometimes it got him in trouble. Last was her Declan who was definitely a surprise. The calmest and most shy of the four, he opted to stay in the background. Though he was the youngest, he was often left to clean up his brother’s messes. He was her most misunderstood child, his dark proclivities just like Alarics'.

To be able to go from not being able to have any, to having four, Eva found herself thankful to her husband all over again. He really was her best friend and favorite person, her love growing for him constantly. As she looked out to the crowd, her eyes locked with his. He was there as he’d been many years before, cheering her on.

“Stop looking at her like she’s a piece of meat.” Lucifer jest to her brother.

He smirked, “Can’t help it that my wife is delicious…she keeps at it, we may end up with a little girl.”

Lucifer laughed, “I think four is enough, you two certainly have your hands full. Then on top of that trying to manage their lives between heaven and hell.”

That was probably the hardest part about living on earth, their lives were often all over the place. Alaric's father wanted to spend time with the boys often, and Alaric spent his time in both heaven and hell trying to learn how to fairly rule the earth. He couldn’t lie, he’d wished more stability for his family, but as long as he got to have them, he was grateful regardless.

Alaric felt a glare form on his face as he eyed Mark walking over to Eva. He stepped forward, and Lucifer grabbed him. “Will you relax? They’re friends.”

He seethed, “I don’t like him.”

Lucifer laughed. “You do realize he’s married to Dru right? She’d skin him alive for hitting on Eva before you even could.” He heard his sister's words, and yet Alaric still made his way over to the two.

“I see you still can’t seem to keep your hands to yourself.”

“Always good to see you too Alaric.” Mark and Alaric laughed.

He really didn’t hate the guy-well anymore, and a part of him was happy that he made Drusilla happy. Leaning down to kiss Eva on the head, Alaric made his way back to his seat.

Lucifer asked, “Is she gonna read it tonight?” He shook his head and watched Eva take her seat.

“We are honored to have a special guest tonight, please welcome Mrs. Eva Trevino.”

Lucifer raised her brow, “When did that happen?”

“We needed a last name. Can’t be on Earth without one and Eva wanted us to fit in as much as possible. Plus, I kinda like it. It literally means lives at a place where boundaries meet.”

“Nice”

Eva crossed one leg over the other. “Thank you so much for having me. I haven’t done one of these since my last book signing years ago. With the anniversary of Something Wicked approaching, I wanted to bring it back to the placed that first welcomed me during my hiatus.” Opening the page of her new favorite book, Eva looked up to her husband. His hazel eyes gleamed as he looked back at her. She inhaled and began to read.

*“Alaric eyed the sun, covering his hazel eyes. It was early and hot, two things he hated more than anything. Taking a long drag of his cigarette before dropping it to the ground, he curled his lip too in detest at the idea of his upcoming meeting. If he’d been summoned by Raien, there was only one reason, he would finally be getting his assignment…”*

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“Are the boys still with my father?”

Eva nodded absentmindedly, “Yeah, he said something about needed to talk to them about something import-”

Her words stopped short as Alaric pulled her to him and covered her mouth with his. Tearing at each other’s clothes, Alaric whipped Eva around and pressed her back against his chest. He ran his hands from her breast to her stomach, enjoying the way she shivered under his touch.

It didn’t matter how long they’d been together, Eva’s body still drove him insane. “You did amazing tonight.” He breathed huskily in her ear.

“Thank you.” She responded sweetly.

It was another thing he loved about her, the way she could sound so innocent, while standing in front of him completely naked with eyes full of desire. He nibbled on her neck, and Eva spread her legs allowing him access. Entering her, Alaric bit down into her shoulder, draining her with every thrust. Placing his wrist to her mouth, his eyes dilated as she bit into him. They devoured one another, and as they retracted their fangs, Alaric ran his hands up the arch in Eva’s back, making her bend over the table. He groaned as she matched his stroke as if they were challenging one another. Eva’s nails digging into the table, she felt Alaric’s fingers against her clit. He drew circles, causing her to moan loudly as she felt her climax approach. “FUC-” She mumbled banging the table hard, her legs shook as they shared a simultaneous release.

Alaric kissed his wife back, his voice ragged. “Damn…” He muttered making her chuckle.

“WE’RE BACK!” Their eyes shot open, and Alaric quickly snapped returning their clothes. Callum entered the room and cut his eyes. “What’s going on.”

His father laughed, “I could tell you, but you’re not gonna be pleased, so mind your business.”
Eva glared at Alaric, then rolled her eyes, “Why are you all back anyway? What did you do?”

“NOTHING! -WELL-I…” Callum rubbed the back of his neck. He could never lie to his mother.

“Callum put frogs in Uncle JC’s room.”

“YOU DID WHAT?!”

“BUT MOM! HE KEPT TALKING TO ME! I TOLD HIM TO LEAVE ME ALONE!”

Eva stared at Alaric, “You going to say anything?"

“Callum, what did I tell you about pulling pranks on my brother?”

Callum scratched his head. “Umm…not to get caught?”

Alaric faced paled, and he avoided Eva’s piercing stare down.

“Mom, granddad asked me to give you this.” Taking the pen from Declan, she looked at it in confusion.

“I don’t-” Her eyes widened, “Alaric…”

He looked at her the same. His book flew from the bookshelf and flipped to an empty page. Eva’s hand slammed to the paper. Her lip quivered as Alaric looked over her shoulder, reading what she wrote. She dropped the pen, and her sons eyed her with deep concern.

“What's wrong mom?” Her eyes welled with tears, she couldn’t speak, could do nothing but look at her sons.

*When Alaric and Eva agreed to wed, they tied their souls. One wing of white, one of black, a bit of both Heaven and Hell, much like the land they now ruled over. Alaric made a promised, a vow to his father to accept a challenge that would decide the fate of the land and everything on it. And as Eva and him, bore four sons, they brought to life the salvage or destruction of the earth. The firstborn, whose protective misbehavior, lead him to be a CONQUEROR in his mischief. The second-born who's volatile nature, was only satisfied by WAR. The third whose hunger for all was so insatiable, he left FAMINE in his path. The last, the quietest but the strongest. The one that loomed around every corner. He'd grow to reap the earth, bringing DEATH to everything living. And on the twenty-fifth birthday of the four horsemen, much like their father, they would be betrothed a human wife. With one simple task, learn unconditional love and save the earth, or fail and bring forth...the apocalypse.*