For All My Love And Rage |Originals AU

Prologue: The Madman On The Bridge

He woke up on a large bridge.

Darkness and the wet wind surrounded him. He knew not who or what he was. He had no clue as to what his purpose was nor did he know about his intrinsic needs.

He could not grasp what his feelings meant —or if he truly even had them. He knew nothing of the world. His eyes could only see the frightening abyss in front of him and the raging waves below.

He knew one thing—and one thing only: he had already jump from the bridge once.

Yet, he still felt the unstoppable desire to step forward once more. However much he tried, he could not understand how he knew it. He simply did. He knew everything inside of him urged for death and, in a single breath, it all hold tirelessly onto life.

He stepped down from the small cracked wall, the only thing which stood between the driver of the avenue and a mortal fall.

He could not die just yet. No. There is something he must do before death can grace him with its eternal hand of peace.

His mind raced to new images, new thoughts he did not know he was capable of. He quickly remembered names, places and faces. A small smile played on his lips as his hands lazily reached into his coat's pockets. His fingers soon were wrapped around a White Oak Steak and a small knife.

The weight of the weapons in his hands made a name ring in his ears: Niklaus Mikaelson.
Such forced all traces of a smile to run from his face. For a moment, his heart sank in his chest. There should be rage in him, a desperate and undying rage for the Original Hybrid. Yet what made his soul shrink into the abyss was not rage, but love.

Though, most of all: guilt. A corrupting, ever-hungry guilt which devoured everything inside of him.

The usual voice—filled with hatred and cruelty—that always screamed from within him, telling the man to harm, torment, hunt; the voice which cursed his children to misery....it was gone. It was as though the raging waters and the fearless wind took away the madness from within.

It left a hollowness, a dreadful silence in his mind that devastated all his thoughts. But the Destroyer soon broke the quietness of the bridge, with screams and sobs.

.He had nothing left. Only his love and rage. But he cannot die yet. If he could not use the anger in his heart to save his children, well then, perhaps he will have to kill them with his love.

Turning around to face the city, the Madman with a heart chuckled bitterly.

There's still some hope left, isn't there?
Even monsters can get a happy ending...if they make a deal with the Devil.

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