ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴀᴠᴇɴ ᴡɪᴛᴄʜ♛𝓝. 𝓜𝓲𝓴𝓪𝓮𝓵𝓼𝓸𝓷

☽TWENTY ONE☾

Sweet Stench of Vengeance

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Gotta raise a little hell
Young blood, run like a river
Young blood, never get chained
Young blood, heaven need a sinner
You can't raise hell with a saint
Young blood, came to start a riot
Don't care what your old man say
Young blood, heaven hate a sinner
But we gonna raise hell anyway

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"You are never going to win, father." Elijah spat, stuck in his place as Niklaus and Mikael stared at each other condescendingly.

There was a silent exchange going on between the two, both of their orbs looking equally challenging and angry.

"Oh, I can assure you that I will." Mikael smirked, knowing that Klaus was still weak and reeling from the effects of the ritual.

Niklaus' eyes travelled to where Aurelia laid with her eyes closed and the arrow sticking out of her heart. He knew that she was going to come back to life but seeing her dead was a pang of heartache for him.

He then turned to look at his siblings, each of whom looked equally mortified thinking about what was going to happen. Their bodies could not move but their eyes said it all. He could see how scared they were for him.

Then there was Adonis, betrayed by the girl he had tried to save, as he lay momentarily dead on the ground with a wooden branch sticking out of his chest.

He looked down, clutching his fists in anger. His rage was wild towards Elena, who was the cause of this mess, towards the Salvatore brothers and their friends who believed that they could take him and his family down, and most importantly, towards Mikael who had chased him for a thousand years and was finally in front of him, ready to kill him.

He knew in that moment that it was up to him to save his entire family. And this time, he was not going to let his demons win.

He growled and Mikael took that as a sign to dash towards him as Niklaus succesfully blocked Mikael's first blow at him.

However, Mikael was quick to turn back to him as he raised his hand and Niklaus could see the White Oak stake that was meant to kill him.

Niklaus instantly grabber his wrist before twisting it far behind Mikael's back until a loud snapping sound echoed around them as Mikael's bone broke and Niklaus got the upper hand.

Elijah's eyes widened with amazement as he almost hoped that Mikael would not be able to get out of this one.

However, after eons of practice, and with Bonnie's magic, Mikael healed within seconds and Niklaus did not realize that his hand still held the stake as Mikael jammed it in Niklaus' gut.

Niklaus groaned, trying to fight off the pain and the magic of the ritual that was forcing him to transition into a wolf. He knew that he had to stay strong.

Looking down at himself, he realized that Mikael had only gashed his skin with the stake as an open wound oozed blood in front of his eyes whilst he looked up and found his father still holding the weapon meant to kill him.

He grunted when he ducked from another attack from Mikael before he fell to his knees and clutched his head in pain when Bonnie began to use more of her magic on him.