Jeremy winced at the kick to his diaphragm, his little one was even stronger then their sister. The Incubus smiled as he looked down into the courtyard, watching as Marcel played with his little sister. Helena was perfect with honey blond hair and stormy blue eyes, her features somewhere between Gilbert and Mikaelson and she was completely his daughter.

Four years since they moved to New Orleans, six since the little bundle was born and five since Dahlia and Esther were killed. Never let it be said that Succubi didn't stand together, when it was truly to much for one person they would fight for each other to the death.

The two witches hadn't stood a chance as the team of Immortals, Shifters and Succubi ripped them to pieces, tearing them and the ancestors to apart at the foundations. It had been both beautiful and terrifying.

Jeremy took a sip of his drink, the warm brew refreshing and soothing as he thought over how his life had changed. He'd started out as a happy outcast that had melded into the trouble making misfit screw up before he finally found the thing that made him feel as if he belonged, that settled his soul. His Mikaelsons.

The incubus couldn't be happier.

"You're glowing Jere." He chuckled as he looked at his fellow brunette. Josh had also not been the luckiest in life. His parents had kicked him out at fifteen for being gay and when he arrived in New Orleans with his 'best friend' before being attacked. His supposed friend had abandoned him and Nik had found him, feeding the once human his blood in an attempt to save him.

Josh had taken to being a vampire as if he were born for it, and taken to Klaus nearly as well. The turned vampire had been surprised and a little uncomfortable with the way the Mikaelson brothers interacted, including their relationship with Jeremy but he had adapted to it soon enough, unlike Davina.

The young witch had been furious and disgusted, though mostly pissed off that Kol wasn't going to leave the Succubi for her.

The two of them stood side by side watching the two play for a while, both otherwise lost in thought, in fact they only came back to themselves when the doors opened a sequel echoed off the walls.

"Uncle Ric." Hel darted towards the hunter, laughing brightly as she was picked up and swung around. It had taken a little while to repair that relationship but Damon had pushed them together and the Incubus had teased the Salvatore without mercy.

His life was peaceful now, full of love and happiness. The Mikaelsons had healed the cracks in their foundations, Nik had his son back and their little girl was growing strong along with her soon to be born sibling. Caroline was still his sister and Elena was a distant memory along with Bonnie.

The brunette smiled to himself, raising a silent toast to the Goddess, in the end everything could rise from the ashes.

The End and thank you to everybody who has read this, especially those that have commented and hope you all enjoyed it.