TVD: Inferno of Redemption

Chapter 1: The Bond of Vengeance

Flashback – The Beginning of the Bond

The storm raged on that night, its thunder cracking through the sky as though the heavens themselves were at war. Seraphine Blackwood stood alone in the middle of the forest, her hands trembling, her heart shattered. The wind howled through the trees, but it was the cries of her family that haunted her the most. The night that had changed everything for her had begun with a vampire attack, and now, there was nothing left—no home, no family, no future.

Her eyes were wild, bloodshot from hours of running, from a futile attempt to escape the horrors that had claimed her life. She was alone, and the grief felt suffocating. But it was her rage that kept her moving, pushing her forward even as her body begged for rest. The supernatural world was unforgiving, and Seraphine had learned that lesson the hard way.

Then, in the eerie quiet of the forest, she felt something—like a flicker, a presence. A shadow. Before she could process it, the air grew thick, and the ground beneath her feet cracked open with an infernal roar. Flames surged up from the earth like a burst of hellfire, licking the night sky. The heat was unbearable, the stench of sulfur suffocating. In the center of it all, a figure emerged—a skeletal form cloaked in fiery chains, its eyes glowing like embers in the night.

The Ghost Rider.

"You seek vengeance," the Rider's voice echoed, not a sound but a presence that vibrated in her very soul. "But vengeance is a power that demands a price. Are you willing to pay it?"

Seraphine's throat was dry, her breath ragged, but her response was unwavering. "I'll pay any price if it means I can destroy them. All of them. I'll make them suffer for what they did."

The Ghost Rider seemed to consider her words, his blazing eyes locking with hers. The ground beneath her feet trembled, and for a moment, she feared she would crumble under the weight of it. But her resolve was stronger. "I am ready."

Without another word, the Rider reached out, his fiery hand passing through her chest as though it were nothing more than air. The bond between them was not physical—it was far deeper. The power surged through her, a wave of infernal energy that cracked her bones and burned her soul. She screamed—not in pain, but in acceptance. In the next moment, she was consumed, not by fire, but by something much darker: a hunger for justice, for retribution.

The Spirit of Vengeance was no longer merely a force—it was a part of her. And she was stronger for it.

The fire within her burned, but she would not be consumed by it. She controlled it. She was the Rider now, and she was untouchable.

Present Day – Mystic Falls

Seraphine Blackwood had come a long way from the woman who once grieved in the forest. Now, she walked the streets of Mystic Falls, a town teeming with supernatural energy. There were whispers about the 'Originals,' ancient vampires who had left their mark on the town. Seraphine's curiosity piqued when she heard of their arrival. She'd dealt with her share of powerful beings, but the Originals were something different—legendary, untouchable. She wasn't sure whether to approach them out of interest or simply to see if they could live up to the stories.

As the night grew colder, she found herself standing in front of the gym, feeling the oppressive aura of danger pulse from inside. She smirked, sensing their power before even stepping through the door. Her boots clicked against the floor as she entered, the air thick with tension.

The moment Klaus and Rebekah Mikaelson turned to face her, the energy in the room shifted. The Originals—Klaus, the oldest and most dangerous vampire in existence, and Rebekah, his equally fearsome sister—were watching her closely, their expressions a mix of curiosity and caution.