Stiles stood in the ball wearing a form-fitting black tuxedo that probably cost more than many of the guests life insurance in the building. He wore a scarlet red and black mask over his eyes. The red matched the silk dress shirt he was wearing and handkerchief in his suit jacket. He held a glass of champagne in his hand before taking a sip of it. He felt a deep thrum in his chest before turning around and looking at a nearby mirror. He found a shadow demon looking at him. He walked to the mirror and leaned beside it.
"What's the latest gossip?" He murmured behind the glass of his champagne flute. "The family the Petrova doppelganger spoke of is extremely powerful. Two are more powerful than the rest. The mother...is a witch. And one of the children...is much like you." The demon said exiting the mirror and taking on a human form to stay in disguise.
It took on the shape of an extremely attractive young female with bright yellow eyes and long black hair. Many earrings in her ears. Tattoos lined her fingers and neck. To anyone that looked at her, she was human. But Stiles could see through the disguise like glass. This was his guardian. His protector. His second-in-command. This was no human. This was a kitsune. The most powerful of their kind. Inari. The Goddess of Kitsune. All-powerful and immortal. She could do anything. But she was Stiles' protector. His creator. And his sister.
Stiles was not your average vampire. He was never average to begin with. He wasn't born human. He was more. That made his father hate him. Because he was different. The black sheep of the Salvatore family. Cast aside like a piece of trash while the light of the sun shone brightly upon Damon and Stefan. Forever to live their shadow.
He was a reincarnation of an ancient deity. It made him strong and extremely intelligent. When he was turned into a vampire. His power grew more and more. He became one of the strongest supernatural beings to walk the face of the planet. But nobody ever knew. Because he was myth.
For he...was the myth, the legend, known as the Nogitsune. The Void Fox Demon. He laid waste to countries and villages. Fed off blood and pain. Grew stronger every time he slaughtered to satiate his hunger.
But the mystery of his supposed death. That was interesting. Because the truth of the matter. Stiles did die. But his soul did not. The Nogitsune was immortal. Stiles' body went up in flames before it regenerated from the ashes and became whole again. The Nogitsune waited for the body to finish regenerating before he return back to its home.
That's when he met Inari. Inari was always said to be a pure white fox with 10 tails. That was lie. She was a spirit that had no physical form. And truth be told, she was not pure like the myths would suggest she was.
"Stiles?" Inari voiced. Stiles pulled away from his ongoing train of thoughts before looking at the goddess. "Apologies, my mind was elsewhere." Stiles stated. "It's fine. The moonstone. The reason why Katherine wants it so much, is that it was not hers in the first place. She stole it from the family." She explained. "What is the name of this family?" Stiles questioned.
"Mikaelson. Their name is Mikaelson." She answered.
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Desperate Measures 🩸Elena Gilbert/Katherine Pierce🩸
FanfictionStefan and Damon have been around for 150 years...and many have people have thought they were the only two brothers. But they aren't. They had another. A younger brother that is more unstable than Damon and more vicious than Stefan. He hasn't been s...
