Their Raven

Chapter 19

The abandoned building loomed before them, its crumbling walls cloaked in shadows. The air thick with the scent of dark magic. Kol glanced at his brothers, his jaw tight, eyes gleaming with anticipation.

Klaus's eyes glowed with wrath. "I can smell her. She's inside." His voice was low, laced with a lethal promise.

Elijah's posture was rigid, his expression deadly calm. "Then let's remind her who she's dealing with."

They moved as one, bursting through the rotting doors, the wood shattering under their strength. Inside, the room was dim, lit by flickering candles arranged twisted patterns. At the centre stood Isolde her eyes black with ancient power, her lips moving in a sinister chant. A map lay before her, marked with signals that pulsed with every word she spoke. Beside it was a faded photo of Damon from the early 1900s, a bowl of blood and a bundle of herbs twisted into blackened vines.

Her head snapped up, a twisted smile curling her lips. "Ah, the Mikaelson brothers. Right on time." Her voice echoed, layered with something far more sinister.

Klaus moved first, his speed a blur as he lunged at her, claws aimed for her throat. But Isolde's body shimmered, the real witch laughing from the other side of the room.

"Pathetic," she taunted, her fingers weaving through the air as the candles flared, their flames twisting into serpents. They struck at Klaus, wrapping around his limbs with burning heat. Her roared, fangs bared as he struggled against the enchanted fire.

Elijah moved next, precise and deadly. He appeared behind Isolde in an instant, his arm swinging toward her neck. But she spun, a wave of dark magic slamming into his chest, sending him crashing through the wall. Dust and debris rained down as he pulled himself from the wreckage, his suit torn, eyes blazing with fury.

Kol's attack was brutal, fast. He appeared at her side, grabbing her arm and twisting it behind her back. His voice was deadly whisper, "You've made a mistake, witch. Marcelline would be so disappointed in you." He threw her across the room, her body hitting the stone wall with a sickening crack.

Isolde only laughed, her bones snapping back into place as she stood, her face twisting into something unnatural. Blood trickling down her chin. "You have no idea who you're dealing with."

She flicked her wrist, and the floor beneath Kol shattered, shadows clawing at his legs tearing into his flesh. They were cold, deathly cold, their touch draining his strength. He struggled, his fangs flashing as he fought against the dark tendrils.

Klaus tore through the serpent flames, his skin smoking as he appeared beside Kol, ripping him free from the shadows' grasp. "This witch thinks she can beat us?" His voice was savage, his eyes glowing with wrath. "Let's show her exactly who we are."

They attacked in unison, relentless and vicious. Klaus's strength was brutal, his fists shattering barriers of magic as he closed the distance. Elijah's speed was surgical, every strike precise every movement controlled. Kol was wild, reckless, his attacks unpredictable, designed to overwhelm and confuse.

But Isolde was powerful, far more than they had anticipated. Her magic was ancient, her movements fluid as she countered their attacks. Lightning crackled from her hands, slamming into Elijah and throwing him across the room. The walls shook as Klaus and Kol continued their assault, each hit weakening her shield but taking a toll them as well.

Kol's eyes narrowed as he watched her, piecing together the truth. "You're not Isolde," he growled, dodging a blast of dark magic. "You're something else... something older."

Isolde's face twisted, her features warping for a moment, revealing something hollow beneath. "Very clever, Kol Mikaelson, I knew you were the smart one," she purred. "Isolde was merely a vessel. A tool to get close to you. But she was weak, just like that little toy-boy of yours and his ancestors of the Le Rouge line."

Klaus's head snapped up, fury igniting. "What do you want with Damon?"

Her eyes gleamed, her smile wicked. "To end him, just as I've ended all the others. The Le Rouge bloodline carries a power that should never have existed. Magic that can undo curses, break boundaries between life and death. If one of them awakens, truly awakens, they could destroy everything I've built over four centuries."

Elijah's eyes darkened. "You've hunted them for centuries, haven't you? You fear them."

"I fear nothing!" Isolde's voice echoed, cracking the floor beneath her. Her form flickered again, her stolen face distorting. "But the Le Rouge line is a curse. A threat to all who seek true power. And Damon... he is the last. If I kill him, the bloodline dies with him.

Meanwhile, back at the Mikaelson mansion, Bonnie sad beside Damon's still body, her fingers trembling. "Come on, Damon," she whispered.

Damon's body jerked, his back arching off the bed as light burst from his chest. Gold and red tendrils of magic danced over his skin, wrapping around him like protective vines. His muscles strained as the power surged through him. Then his eyes snapped open glowing gold with red swirling within, ancient and terrifying.

"Damon?" Stefan whispered, his voice trembling. But Damon didn't respond, his gaze distant, almost otherworldly. The air hummed with power, vibrating with an intensity that made Bonnie's bones ache.

Back at the building, the fight raged on. Isolde was slowing, her power flickering as the brothers fought relentlessly. Kol moved behind her, slamming her head into the wall, his grip unyielding. "You won't touch him."

Klaus's claws tore through her shoulder, blood spraying as she screamed. Elijah appeared, his hands gripping her head as he twisted, breaking her neck with brutal efficiency. But she didn't fall. Her body flickered, the illusion shattering as she reformed behind them, face contorted in rage.

"You think you can kill me?" She shrieked, her voice layered with dark power. "I've survived centuries! I will not fall to you!"

Klaus's face was merciless. "We're still older than you. And we'll now kill you so just stay still."

He charged, his strength shaking the building as his fists collided with her barrier. Elijah followed, his strikes precise, breaking through the shield. Kol moved last, his speed dizzying as he appeared behind her, snapping her spine.

Isolde screamed, her body crumbling as the magic that sustained her shattered. Her eyes flickered, revealing the hollow void beneath. "More will come for him... worse than me." Her body dropped to the floor, her final words echoing. "The curse is far from over..."

The building trembled as her magic exploded, shaking the foundations. The brothers stood amidst the ruins, breathing hard, their faces reflecting victory and unease.

Klaus looked to his brothers, his voice low. "What did she mean about the curse?"

Elijah looked troubled while Kol's jaw clenched. "I don't know. But whatever it is... it's not over."

Far away, Damon's eyes flickered, the gold fading but not disappearing entirely. His voice was hollow, distant. "They're coming... for me."

Bonnie's heart sank, dread curling in her stomach. She could feel it too. Whatever the witch had set in motion wasn't finished. And Damon was at the heart of it all.

The war was just beginning.

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New chapter!! I don't know how I feel about the fight. I've never actually wrote one before so bear with me please.

I really hope you enjoyed this chapter and I'll see you in the next chapter have a lovely day my darlings