The Boy King's Journey in TVD/TO As A Mikaelson

I drifted, a solitary wanderer in the ethereal realms, unmoored and aimless, when the whispers first reached me.

They were like echoes carried on the wind, their origins unclear, but their message impossible to ignore. Tales of a powerful being among the living -- a creature bearing the very mark of death.

I told myself to leave it alone. The stories were likely nothing more than idle spirit gossip. But curiosity, insidious and insatiable, drove me to follow. Step by step, realm by realm, I traced the whispers to their source.

It led me here, to the edge of a village that seemed to pulse with an unnatural vitality. The air was heavy, charged with an energy that blurred the boundaries between the living and the dead.

Souls had gathered, drawn to the heart of the commotion. I knew I should have turned back, but instead, I moved closer, slipping between the shadows of the Other Side.

The living bustled in their ignorance, unaware of the spectral throng moving among them. But I felt it -- him -- long before I saw him. A presence that warped the very fabric of reality, each step pulling the threads tighter, threatening to tear the world apart.

Then I saw him, and the whispers fell silent in my mind.

Vali Mikaelson.

Even his name seemed insufficient for the reality of what he was. His form was a nightmare made flesh, a shifting tapestry of faces and forms, each one flickering into existence and then vanishing into the ether.

Thousands of closed eyes adorned his body, their lids trembling as if on the verge of opening, and each held the promise of annihilation. His visage defied ever-shifting, dancing between the grotesque and the divine, between beauty and terror. 

I could only watch, frozen in place as he passed me.

And that's when it struck me: I was walking in the shadow of the devil.

I forced myself not to look back, fighting against an overwhelming urge to see him again. Every instinct screamed at me to turn, but I held fast, a mantra pounding in my mind: Don't look. Don't you dare look.

Eventually, his presence faded, though the weight of it lingered like the echo of a thunderclap. Only then did I exhale, and even that felt like a transgression.

The whispers had led me here, to the heart of his domain, where the village had gathered to witness something extraordinary. He stood at the altar, his monstrous majesty looming over the proceedings.

Beside him was Tatia, her beauty like a mirror to his darkness, each amplifying the other. This was no simple wedding. It was a convergence, a binding of power that would ripple through the realms.

I stayed at the edge of the gathering, a silent observer torn between fascination and dread. And that's when she appeared.

Eira materialized beside me, her form flickering with agitation. Her expression was a cocktail of urgency and reprimand.

"Thorne," she hissed, her voice cutting through the noise in my head. "What are you doing here? You're not supposed to be here."

I almost laughed, the absurdity of it all pressing against my sanity. "Believe me, Eira, I'm painfully aware of that. But this place…" I gestured toward the altar, "…it's overwhelming. I couldn't stay away."

"You fool," she snapped, gripping my arm with surprising strength. "You need to leave. Now. Before it's too late."

Her words were interrupted by a shift in the air, a barrier slamming into place. I felt it ripple through my essence, sealing the village and its occupants within. Eira dragged me away, pulling me to the periphery, where we hovered above, spectators to the unfolding chaos.

Below us, the witches began to appear. Thousands of spirits, their power tangible even in death. At their forefront was Qetsiyah, her presence a storm in itself. Her spectral form shimmered with an ancient, indomitable energy, her eyes fixed on Vali with unyielding determination.

"They're going to destroy him," Eira explained, her voice a mixture of awe and dread. "The Mikaelsons, with one powerful curse. They're calling on nature itself to unleash every disaster imaginable upon them."

From our vantage point, we watched as the Mikaelsons stood defiantly against the oncoming storm of spiritual power. Vali's spiritual eyes opened, though in a sense right now unnecessary, as the spiritual presence was so much that even the living would now be able tosee them.

Though still it was terrifying as all of them directed towards everyone, his rage inside them palpable, sending tremors through my soul. He was furious at not being able to enjoy his wedding I reasoned. 

"I will not be destroyed by you," he suddenly declared, addressing them all, breaking the deafening silence, his voice a dark promise. "I promise you, if you attempt this, I'll tear the other side apart. I'll make sure none of you ever rest. That you all are damned into an eternity of torment."

The defiance in his words resonated through the air, a testament to his unyielding will and the power he wielded. Even in the face of overwhelming odds, the Mikaelsons stood united, ready to face whatever came their way.

The tension hung thick, an invisible fog choking the air as Qetsiyah stepped forward, her spectral form shimmering with an ancient, indomitable energy. Her eyes bore into the devil, whose monstrous visage seemed to smile, a tapestry of grotesque beauty and sinister splendor.

"You presume much, Vali Mikaelson," Qetsiyah began, her voice echoing with authority. "Your threats echo with the arrogance of one who has tasted power but not yet understood its weight."

Vali chuckled at the sight of her, his voice a dark melody of amusement. "Seeing you're appearance and your position I presume you're the leader of this wave of fools. Qetsiyah, right?

I know the stories, I've seen some magical paintings of you. I know who you are and what you want, and I stand by my statement once more. Act against me, and see what I will do. You will never meet your precious Silas again." 

Klaus joined in, his tone dripping with mockery. "Unlike my brother, I have no bloody Idea who you are, nor do I really care. You must simply understand that whatever you think your little storm will do, it will fail. We've faced worse than a few gusts of wind and angry spirits. We're the Mikaelsons, darling. Creatures unseen since creation began."

As the two Mikaelsons voiced their scorn, the others stood composed and defiant as Rebekah remained silent, focusing on shielding Henrik with a protective embrace. Her quiet strength was a testament to the family's unity, ready to defy the supernatural storm that threatened them.

Qetsiyah's eyes narrowed, her spectral form shimmering with an indomitable energy. Her voice was a cold, cutting blade as she addressed the Mikaelsons. "You jest in the face of power you cannot comprehend," she said, her tone dripping with disdain. "I was the first to weave the spell of immortality, to challenge the natural order. Do not think you can defy the forces I command."

With a gesture, she called upon the curse, anchoring it upon Vali, and spreading it to the rest of the family through him. The air crackled with energy as the very elements responded to her will -- the earth trembled, storms gathered, and fire rained from the sky. The power of the curse sought to spread from Vali to his family, a relentless force of nature.

But Vali stood firm, his darkness rising to meet the onslaught. The mark on his arm glowed with a fierce crimson light, pushing back against the curse with every ounce of his defiance. The earth shook beneath him, but he remained unyielding, the storms raging around him like a tempest.

"Is this the best you can muster?" Vali taunted, his voice carrying over the chaos. "I've seen worse tantrums from children."

The thousands of witches immediately joined in, and fought him, Eira did as well, but I myself couldn't, there was just something about him... I don't know, awe-inspiring? Terrifying? Hellish? Divine? 

I don't know how to describe it.

I just stood there, and watched. Watched as the darkness fought against the magic, pushing and pushing, each side to the other, nearly tearing everything apart.

Suddenly though, the devil's being shifted, his smoke turned into a blazing inferno. Crimson light began to emanate from him in all directions as with a roar he pushed back, with a roar pushing away their magic.

The ground trembled underfoot, the gathered witches faltering as the sheer force of his will and power.

The roar that erupted from him was a primal sound, a declaration of power that reverberated through the realms. His energy surged outward, a shockwave of red light, it shattering into pieces, like blades, making the spirits flee in fear of harm, causing them to scatter like leaves in a storm.

The other Mikaelsons stood beside him, their unity a bulwark against the onslaught. Klaus, Mikael, Elijah, Finn, and Rebekah held their ground, their expressions resolute as they faced the spirits' wrath. Even young Henrik, shielded by Rebekah's embrace, emanated a quiet strength.

As the witches' power dissipated, the sky cleared, and the earth stilled. I was surprised when I felt a great warmth in my chest, as I looked down I saw a shard of red light inside my chest.

It was peculiar, I reasonably knew, that this meant death. Nothing should be able to harm a spirit, but since it did, it means that this is my end. 

And yet, I did not feel fear, or anger, just quiet acceptance. I suppose the reason may be that I've already lived a long and terrible existence, and that I deep down wanted this. This event that is causing my end.

As my essence began to fade, I couldn't help, but chuckle.

In the end, I simply walked too close to the devil's flame.

God, I would've loved to see more of his story.

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(Author note: Hello everyone! I hope you all liked the chapter!

I wished to try writing from a 1st person pov for a change. Tell me how you guys found it? I personally prefer writing in 3rd pov, but just wanted to try this one out this time.

How did you find Thorne, even though you guys's meeting with him was short. Did you like him? Dislike him? Or don't care about him at all. Do tell.

Well, Qetsiyah made an appearance, she's made an enemy out of Vali now. 

But the curse, now what is that, and what for effect will it have on the future. Is it gone, or is it still there?

Well, we'll find out next chapter, do please comment and review and I'll see you all later,

Bye!)