Open to: Kol/Klaus/Caroline
The battle was long. It was hard. And it was bloody. But that didn't bother Kol in the least. It was the perfect opportunity for him to let go of everything that had built up, tensions and anger gone unexpressed, let him have a taste of the wild side he had kept so under wraps because of the truce they'd agreed to. There were injuries, massive and minor alike, and deaths on both sides. It was a bloodbath and honestly, he reveled in every second of it. If he wasn't ripping out hearts, he was slashing throats or breaking necks. He was wounded, but it didn't matter, it didn't phase him and he would heal from it soon enough anyway. If anything, the injuries only pushed him to fight harder. That was just the way Kol had always been. A little off, a little mad, a few screws had come loose and some marbles had definitely been lost. There was just something about this that he really had a sick and twisted sort of fun with.
He could see his siblings only a short distance away, giving their all in every manner possible. There was something amazing about the grace and ease of their movements, but he would take the time to appreciate that later. Now he had to focus. Except he couldn't, not now. Not with the giant vortex that had just appeared, bright light swirled around the space and even though he'd never known what it would look like, somehow he just knew. He knew that was the Cage they'd all been determined to get Lucifer into and that meant this was all about to be over.
Things were moving almost in slow motion as Kol turned back to look where he had just seen his siblings, only just in time to see that Nik was precariously close to the edge of the Cage. He had no time to react before Rebekah darted across and pushed him out of the way. And things were fine, for that tiny fraction of a second. And then he watched as his sister fell in instead and everything stopped. "No!" the single word was ripped from his throat in a roar as he flashed over to the space she had just been. "Rebekah..." his sister's name nothing more than a mere whisper.
Filled with a rage that no words could truly describe, Kol could feel his fists shaking at his sides as he looked around wildly to find a solution to this. He was at a loss, but he knew whatever it took, they had to fix this. Somehow. But then his eyes landed on his brother and before he had time to think about it, he shoved Nik roughly by his shoulders. "You...this is on you. This is your fault. You let her go in! You should've stopped her! You should've grabbed her, you should have-- you should've fucking done something!"
Of course, it wasn't Nik's fault, because if not for Bekah, he would have been the one falling in, but logic didn't matter to Kol right now. All that mattered was that his sister was gone and she was gone because she'd saved their arse of a brother. So obviously, it was his fault. All he could focus on was the rage, it had filled every sense he had and it was all that was keeping him together as the finality of it was settling in. He stared at the now empty space where the vortex had been. The Cage was closed. Lucifer was gone. But so was his sister.