Tortured Past (Hope Mikaelson x OC)

Chapter Ten - Psychøsøcial

2026
The Fragments of Kol Sterling's Mind

I wake up sitting on a bed, which was on a floating mass of rock.  I look around and see a man standing near the edge of the floating platform. I get off the bed and walk over, standing beside him. I glance towards him and realize, he looks like me but older. A beard adorns his face, and he looks in my directions.

"So, Kol, you've finally made it here, to my- sorry, our mind. Was beginning to think you never would've." He spoke.

"Who are you?"

"Oh Kol, the real question is who are you? What are you?" He walked away from the edge and looked towards the bed. "That is the last bit of home that I have..."

"And where is home?" I ask, turning around to see him holding onto the wooden frame.

"Bulgaria. The Petrova Manor. It's where I lived with my parents and sister for 23 years, 6 months, and 4 days."

"You kept count?"

"No. But it's hard to forget the date on which you kill your parents."

I walk closer to him, looking at his expression of remembrance.

"Listen, why am I here?" A smile adorned his lips as he looked me in the eyes.

"Finally Kol, asking the smart questions, asking the questions that matter." He walked to the side of the bed, reaching underneath and pulling out a book. On the book was a symbol of multiple triangles together. "This."

He opened the book before handing it to me.

"This is our grimoire Kol, it contains every spell known to mankind. This is how I obtained immortality." He pointed to a part of the page with regret in his eyes. "It's also how I ended my immortality..."

"Hold on, I'm confused, what did you do? How did you become immortal? If your hundreds of years old, how do I share so much resemblance to you?"

He sat on the bed.

"You want me to explain huh? Do you want all of it, or the dumbed down version?"

"All of it."

"If you say so..." he extended his hand, the grimoire coming back to his hand.

"It was about a thousand years before I was born, the first supernatural being was created. His name was Jesus Christ himself..."

I swiftly interrupted him.

"Hold on a fucking minute! Your telling me that Jesus is supernatural?" He sighed heavily and looked like he wanted to hit me.

"Yes! Now please, shut the fuck up until I'm done." He recomposed himself before continuing. "As I was saying, Jesus, born from the blood of God, became the first immortal. And when he was crucified, his blood became that of witches, giving them their power.

"Too much blood however, and you become powerful, nigh immortal. And of course, witches caused Werewolves and Vampires. But, Jesus was resurrected three days later, and the people, well they feared him and his power. So they tortured him, made him produce a bloodline, and that bloodline, well it made its way thousands of years later, after his death, his final death that is, to the country of Bulgaria.

"In Bulgaria, a woman birthed two sons, Roark & Kozlov Sterling. Roark was brought to England, where he would grow up. He was born with the curse of the Werewolf, and would years later, come back to his homeland of Bulgaria, in which he met my mother. They had an affair, in which I was born.

"Kozlov however, was also born with the curse, and his bloodline carried on through Bulgaria until 1926, when his descendants emigrated to the United States. You, Kol, are the descendant of Kozlov Sterling. You, Kol, have the blood of god in your veins."

He paused momentarily, remember something then continued.

"And of course, we have to understand how you, Kol, look like your long lost ancestor, Azrael Petrova; me. You see Kol, me along with my sister Katerina, are doppelgängers. Her of Tatia, and me, well, I'm the doppelgänger of Lucifer himself. Took years to figure that out. But turns out the old bastard likes to fuck humans and leave.

"Anyway, I, having learned of my near immortality, made my grimoire, and with the help of the Mikaelson family's grimoire, made myself truly immortal. But there was one more thing to make sure I continued to exist, the Sterling Silver ring. It held the blood of Christ, and if I had it, then my conscious would transfer to my next doppelgänger, which just so happened to be you. As when I died, having no children, the magical power of the doppelgänger found its way to you, my last living descendant."

He stood up, leaving me confused and- nope, just confused. I stood up too, and looked him in the eyes.

"So, what your saying is I am the doppelgänger of Satan himself, and I have a five hundred year old original living inside my mind?" I laughed in shock. "Oh fuck man, I must have done some really good drugs."

Azrael walked over to me, placing his hands on my shoulders.

"If you won't believe me, then I must force you to believe me. It's time for you to see how I died, and how you will eventually die Kol. It's time for you to see Malivore."

Azrael stood in front of the black pit of magical goo. He knew he had to close the pit, or at least keep it at bay, but knew he couldn't. He would need the blood of a pure original, which he believed impossible to acquire.

He fidgeted with the silver ring on his finger; the crest of the Sterling pack, and in turn, Malivore, proudly displayed on the ring.

"So, I guess it's time for me to die huh? After I created you, it's time for you to end me Malivore?"

The black pit began bubbling, as a black gooey hand reached out from the pit and dragged Azrael into it. It was time for him to die. To see endless black. To feel or see nothing until his doppelgänger would be born.

And as the black goo stopped bubbling and the room went quiet, one thing was certain:

Who was there? In fact, why is everyone waiting for an answer? The man- or what I think was, is gone. Forgotten. Who are we talking about again? Who just went into the pit?

What just happened?

What just happened? That man-creature-being, they finally, for the final time in their existence:

They are home.