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

The moment Vali's eyes snapped open, two lives crashed together in his mind like colliding stars. Memories flooded back - not just of growing up as a Mikaelson, but of a modern world filled with technology, entertainment, and most importantly, knowledge of what was to come.

The irony wasn't lost on him - being reborn into one of his favorite TV shows only to become exactly what he'd watched countless times.

The best way he could describe what it was like, is akin to someone knowing a thing, forgetting it, doing something, and when almost done remembering that thing, being a bit annoyed that they forgot it and didn't factor it in earlier.

But in this case, it is a whole lifetime of memories that were forgotten and now remembered.

Distracting himself from all that could've been, his pure black eyes surveyed the room, taking in details with newfound clarity. The mark on his arm pulsing with crimson energy, each beat sending waves of ancient power through his transformed body.

The familiar weight of the jawbone blade in his hand felt right - destined even - though this version was still incomplete compared to what he knew it could become.

The hybrid nature of his existence fascinated him. He could feel both the predatory hunger of vampirism and the darker urges of a Knight of Hell combining within him, akin to a hand and a perfectly fitting glove. Two supernatural forces that should never have merged, yet here they were, bound together by his unique circumstances.

Rising from the altar in one fluid motion, his movements carried an unnatural grace despite the lingering wound in his chest that was already closing up. The protective glow of ancestral spirits around Esther drew his attention, their ethereal forms shifting uneasily as his gaze fell upon them. He could see them, their very souls.

"Mother," he spoke, his voice a low growl that seemed to echo with otherworldly harmonics. "It seems you have failed once more."

Esther's eyes widened with recognition and terror. This was what she had feared since his birth - the darkness she had sensed taking physical form. "What are you?" she whispered.

Vali's lips curled into a cold smile. "I am your greatest failure. The son you tried so desperately to destroy, now transformed into something far beyond your worst nightmares."

The ancestral spirits swirled more violently around Esther, their whispers growing urgent. But Vali could sense their fear. They recognized the mark as a power older than their own, a curse formed from power that preceded even their ancient magics.

"The spirits cannot save you," Vali continued, taking a step forward. "They know they're powerless against what I am now. Their very souls shudder in my presence. I can see it."

Mikael stood frozen, watching the exchange with a mixture of awe and uncertainty. His earlier rage at Esther temporarily forgotten as he tried to comprehend his son's return. Joy and relief beginning to bloom within his heart.

"Brother," Niklaus spoke softly, drawing Vali's attention. "You've returned to us."

Vali turned to his siblings, his black eyes softening slightly. Despite everything - despite the memories of another life, despite his transformation - these were still his family. He had lived this life, loved them, protected them. That hadn't changed.

His Vampiric nature heightened his love more than Demonichood could dampen.

"I have," he replied, his voice losing some of its otherworldly edge. "And I remember everything, Niklaus. Every betrayal. Every attempt on my life." His gaze shifted back to Esther. "Every poison."

The mark flared brighter, responding to his rising anger. The jawbone blade hummed with dark energy, eager to taste blood. But Vali held himself in check. There would be time for vengeance later. First, he needed to understand the full extent of what he had become.

"The mark protects its own," he said, more to himself than anyone else. "That's why your poisons never worked, Mother. Why I always survived. It was never going to let me die so easily."

Esther's voice trembled as she spoke. "The mark is a curse. A darkness that should never have been born into this world. I only tried to protect our family-"

"Protect?" Vali's laugh was sharp and bitter. "You tried to murder your own child. You poisoned me, cursed me, turned my own father against me with your lies." His eyes flickered to Mikael. "Though he bears his own guilt in this."

Mikael flinched at the accusation, but didn't deny it. The weight of his choices, his blind trust in Esther, pressed down on him like a physical force.

"But now," Vali continued, "now I am something new. Something that never should have existed." He flexed his hand around the jawbone blade, feeling its power resonating with the mark. "Something even I am yet to fully understand."

The implications of his transformation hung heavy in the air. He was no longer just an Original vampire like his siblings. The mark had changed things, merged with Esther's spell to create something unprecedented. Something dangerous.

As Vali's gaze swept across his siblings once more, it caught on something that made his black eyes narrow - a necklace around Niklaus's throat, seemingly innocent but radiating with suppressive magic. He could feel its power now with his enhanced senses, recognize its purpose even if its effects hadn't yet manifested fully.

With his memories returned, he now understood why his instincts always warred within him against Niklaus. Why even though, he loved him, even though he was the only one who protected him from their father, while the rest watched in fear, and did not allow it to become nearly as bad as in the original timeline, he still felt him wrong, disgusted by his presence. Feeling it a lie, one greater than all. 

For it was a lie. His mother's cruel tricks to hide her greatest shame.

"Interesting," Vali said softly, his voice carrying across the silent cave. "Tell me, Mother, why does Niklaus wear that particular necklace? I couldn't see it before, but now, now I can see exactly the magic woven in it. Its strings are quite peculiar almost like chains surrounding him. Tell me, what are you trying to surpress within my brother?"

The atmosphere in the cave shifted instantly. Niklaus's hand flew to his throat, fingers brushing against the pendant he'd worn for as long as he could remember.

"What do you mean, suppress?" Niklaus demanded, his voice tight with confusion and growing anger.

Esther's face paled further, the ancestral spirits around her flickering agitatedly. "It's merely a protection charm-"

"No," Vali cut her off, his tone sharp. "Don't lie. I already told you, I can see it. There's something else. Something you're hiding." He tilted his head, studying with even more concentration, the magical signatures with his newfound senses.

Mikael stepped forward, his earlier rage finding new focus. "What have you done?"

"Nothing!" Esther protested, but her voice wavered. "The necklace is for protection, nothing more."

"Then you won't mind if I remove it," Niklaus growled, his fingers already working at the clasp.

"No!" Esther's cry was desperate, causing everyone to freeze. The ancestral spirits swirled more violently around her, responding to her distress.

"Mother," Niklaus's voice was dangerously quiet. "Why?"

"Please," Esther whispered, "you don't understand-"

"Then help us understand," Mikael demanded, his voice like thunder. "What are you hiding about our son?"

The word 'our' seemed to break something in Esther. Her shoulders slumped, and tears began streaming down her face.

"Not... not our son," she whispered, the words barely audible.

The cave fell into devastating silence. Mikael's face went completely still, while Niklaus looked as though he'd been struck.

"What did you say?" Mikael's voice was deadly quiet.

"I'm sorry," Esther sobbed. "I'm so sorry. I was weak. The necklace... it's meant to suppress his other nature. The one he inherited from his true father."

The confession hung in the air like a physical thing, heavy and poisonous. Vali watched as understanding dawned on both Mikael and Niklaus's faces, their expressions transforming from confusion to horror to rage.

"Who?" Mikael's single word carried the weight of decades of betrayal.

"One of the werewolf villagers," Esther admitted, her voice breaking. "I couldn't... I couldn't bear the shame. The necklace was meant to hide what he might become, to protect him from the truth."

Niklaus stood frozen, his world crumbling around him. Everything he'd known, everything he'd believed about himself, was being stripped away with each word his mother spoke.

The mark on Vali's arm pulsed with dark satisfaction. The truth was out now, exposed in the worst possible way. But at least it had come from Esther's own lips, when Mikael's hatred was already focused on her betrayals. His rage had a clear target, one far from his little brother.

This, alongside his gratitude towards Klaus, and his already past experiences with the true extremity of his ways - Vali's very existence embodying it, casting doubt within Mikael's heart - would make it so, his younger brother is not the target of their Father's wrath. 

Esther's composure suddenly shattered, her face contorting with a wild desperation as she backed against the cave wall. The ancestral spirits around her pulsed erratically, responding to her heightened emotional state.

"But it is not fully my fault!" Esther began, her voice rising hysterically as she jabbed an accusatory finger at Mikael. Her normally composed features were twisted with a manic energy, her eyes wide and unfocused. "You are as much to blame as me Mikael! You never listened to me!"

She whirled toward Vali, her entire body trembling with hatred. Her fingers curled into claws as she pointed at him, spittle flying from her lips as she shrieked, "You took that thing in and did not understand that he had to be put down!"

Vali's black eyes gleamed with dark amusement, his lips curling into a knowing smirk that only seemed to fuel her hysteria. The mark on his arm pulsed rhythmically, as if enjoying the show.

"Look now what he has become!" She pressed herself further against the wall, her voice cracking with fear and revulsion. Her hands clawed at her own dress as she continued, growing more frenzied with each word. "You neglected me and my worries and when Freya was taken from us, you shut me out even more!"

Tears streamed down her face now, but they were tears of rage rather than sorrow. The ancestral spirits swirled more violently around her as she screamed her final accusation, "If you never did that, none of this would've happened!"

The echo of her words reverberated through the cave, leaving a heavy silence in their wake causing the tension in the cave only to grow thicker. Vali's black eyes flickered between his mother and father, watching as decades of lies and betrayal crystallized into this singular moment.

"You dare speak of blame?" Mikael's voice was deadly quiet, a stark contrast to Esther's hysteria. His hand trembled on the hilt of his sword, knuckles white with restraint. "You dare speak of protection while you stand there, shielded by your spirits, after confessing to attempting to murder our son for years on end and betraying our marriage bed?"

The ancestral spirits swirled more frantically around Esther, their ethereal forms casting eerie shadows on the cave walls. Vali could see their anxiety, their growing uncertainty as the weight of Esther's crimes became clear.

"The spirits may protect you from physical harm, Mother," Vali said, his voice carrying an otherworldly resonance that made the very air vibrate. "But they cannot shield you from the consequences of your actions. Not anymore."

He stepped forward, placing himself between Niklaus and their parents. The mark on his arm pulsed with renewed intensity, responding to his protective instinct. The jawbone blade in his hand hummed with dark energy, eager for blood but held in check by its master's will.

"You speak of my darkness," he continued, his black eyes fixed on Esther, "yet you are the one who has brought nothing but pain and betrayal to this family. You poisoned your own child. You betrayed your husband. You bound Niklaus's true nature, forcing him to live a lie."

Niklaus stood behind him, still processing the revelation of his true parentage. His hands had fallen from the necklace, hanging limply at his sides as the weight of truth pressed down on him.

"Everything," Vali's voice grew colder, "every moment of suffering in this family can be traced back to your lies, Mother. Your fear. Your weakness."

The mark flared brighter, its crimson glow casting strange shadows across the cave walls. The ancestral spirits seemed to recoil from its light, their forms becoming more transparent as if trying to fade away from what they knew was coming.

Vali approached Esther with deliberate slowness, each step measured and calm. His black eyes studied her with an almost clinical detachment, like a scientist observing a particularly interesting specimen. The jawbone blade hung loosely in his grip, deceptively casual.

"You know, Mother," he said conversationally, as if discussing the weather, "I've spent years wondering why the mark chose me. Why it appeared on my arm the day I was born." He flexed his fingers around the blade's handle, feeling its resonance with his being. "But now I understand. It wasn't about destiny or fate. It was about rage."

The ancestral spirits flickered uncertainly around Esther, their ethereal forms wavering as they sensed something ancient and terrible in Vali's presence. Something they couldn't comprehend.

"Pure, unadulterated hatred," he continued, his voice still maintaining that eerily calm tone. "The kind that can tame the evils of creation and subdue them within ones own soul. The rage that can only be fueled more by a mother repeatedly trying to murder her own child."

He was close enough now to see the fear in Esther's eyes, to watch as she pressed herself further against the cave wall. The spirits' protective barrier pulsed erratically, weakening as their confusion and terror grew.

Then, in a flash, everything changed. Vali's carefully maintained composure shattered, replaced by centuries of bottled rage. His black eyes blazed with an unholy fire as he lunged forward, driving the jawbone blade deep into Esther's heart in the split second the spirits' protection faltered.

"This is for every poison," he snarled, twisting the blade. "Every curse. Every lie."

The mark on his arm erupted in crimson light, responding to his hatred, his fury, his pain. The blade remained unchanged in appearance - still the crude weapon fashioned from a donkey's jawbone - but its essence, its aura, began to shift. This wasn't just matricide - it was completion. His hatred, his darkness, flowing into the weapon, making it truly his.

Esther gasped, her eyes wide with shock and understanding too late. Blood trickled from her lips as she stared at her son, at what she had created through her own actions.

"Vali..." she whispered, but he wasn't finished.

"I am what you made me," he growled, pushing the blade deeper. "Every dark thought, every violent urge - you cultivated them all with your attempts to destroy me. And now? Now they're going to destroy you."

The mark pulsed one final time, and the blade in his hands transformed completely. Where before it had hummed with potential, now it resonated with absolute power. The simple bone structure remained the same, but anyone with acute enough senses could feel the change - the weapon had become something more, something terrible and perfect. Not through physical transformation, but through the infusion of Vali's pure, unfiltered hatred.

Esther's body went limp, sliding down the cave wall as the light faded from her eyes. The ancestral spirits scattered in terror, their protection shattered along with their confidence.

Vali stood over his mother's corpse, the completed blade dripping with her blood. He could feel its power now, fully awakened and bound to him alone. This was his weapon, forged in matricide rather than fratricide, powered by a hatred that was purely his own, rather that of a vengeful Goddess, and yet his rage formed the same.

The Blade that could sever any thread of of life God has woven.

The cave fell into stunned silence as Esther's body slumped to the ground. The ancestral spirits scattered like leaves in a storm, their protection shattered by an act they never saw coming. The crude jawbone blade, still buried in Esther's chest, pulsed with newfound power though its appearance remained unchanged.

Rebekah's hand flew to her mouth, her eyes wide with shock. Finn, devestated. Elijah standing frozen, his usual composure cracked by the brutality of what he'd just witnessed. Kol's face a mixture of awe and fear, his magical knowledge allowing him to sense the profound change in the blade's essence.

But it was Mikael and Niklaus's reactions that truly stood out. Mikael's face bore a dark look, satisfaction gleaming in his eyes as he watched his wife's body grow cold. The woman who had poisoned his son, who had betrayed their marriage bed, who had twisted their family with lies, was finally paying for her sins.

Niklaus, the necklace now lying broken at his feet where he'd torn it off during Vali's attack, shared a similar expression of grim pleasure. His hands were still shaking, but there was relief in his eyes - relief at being freed from his mother's magical chains, relief at seeing her pay for her deceptions.

The mark on Vali's arm pulsed one final time, settling into a steady crimson glow as the blade's transformation completed. The weapon radiating undeniable power - a perfect extension of Vali's darkness, forged not through external forces but through his own pure hatred.

The cave remained silent still, save for the soft drip of blood from the blade's tip. No one moved, no one spoke. They all simply stared at what had transpired - at the son who had killed his mother, at the weapon that had been completed through that terrible act.

And in that silence, Vali smiled, knowing that he now after ripping it out of his mother's chest, held in his hands a weapon that could kill anything in creation. All it had taken was embracing the darkness his mother had always feared he possessed.

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

Esther is dead! 

Is it permanent though?

Also, finally it has been brought to light that Klaus isn't Mikael's son, but the question is, will Mikael still hate Klaus because of it or now, unlike the show, not?

Do tell me what you all think.

The more feedback, comments and reviews I get, the more I will want to write and continue.

So yeah, I hope to see you all later,

Bye!)