章節 2: Escaping Our Fathers
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The grand manor in the heart of France stood as a testament to centuries of history, its walls
whispering tales of nobility and intrigue. Stolas, a demon of great influence, found himself a
guest in this magnificent residence. The owner, a distinguished man with graying hair and a
demeanor befitting his aristocratic surroundings, graciously welcomed Stolas and the peculiar
group he had arrived with.
As the evening unfolded, Stolas found himself engaged in conversation with the manor's owner,
discussing matters of the supernatural and the peculiarities of the world they inhabited. The man
expressed gratitude for their presence, particularly acknowledging Rebekah, who had been
generous enough to offer her room to the demon.
"Stolas, my dear, you and your companions have been a delight to host," the man remarked,
sipping on a glass of fine French wine. "Rebekah, in particular, has been so kind to allow me to
stay in my quarters."
Stolas, with a polite nod, replied, "Thank you for your hospitality. We appreciate the warmth and
comfort you've extended to us."
As the night progressed, Stolas noticed a tense exchange between Klaus and Elijah, the
brothers who were no strangers to disagreements. Sensing the need to intervene, Stolas
excused himself from the conversation with the manor's owner and approached the two siblings.
"Everything alright, gentlemen?" Stolas inquired, a subtle concern in his voice.
Klaus, visibly angered, stormed away, leaving Elijah to explain the situation. "Niklaus is skeptical
about our safety, even in Italy. "
Stolas, curious and empathetic, placed a comforting hand on Elijah's shoulder. "What was the
disagreement about?"
Elijah sighed, his shoulders tense. "Niklaus doesn't believe we'll be safe in Italy either."
Stolas tilted her head, her piercing gaze focused on Elijah. "King Paimon is powerful, but he
won't foresee every move. How could he have known you'd choose Italy?"
Elijah's expression softened, a weary smile playing on his lips. "Niklaus is more concerned
about our father than any supernatural allies. He believes Mikael will track us down no matter
where we go."
Stolas placed a comforting hand on Elijah's shoulder. "I can protect you from him. You know
that, right?"
Elijah met her gaze, a mix of gratitude and doubt in his eyes. "You don't know Mikael like we do,
Stolas. He's relentless."2
Stolas followed Elijah as he walked away from the room, a pleading tone in her voice. "Elijah,
please, don't let Niklaus cloud your judgment. Mikael is not a god. We can take him on if we
have to."
Elijah turned around, his eyes searching hers. He took Stolas' hand in his, a silent
acknowledgment of the comfort she offered. "It's not that simple, Stolas," he admitted, the
weight of their past echoing in his words.
As Elijah and Stolas continued their conversation, the door creaked open, and Kol Mikaelson
sauntered into the room with a sardonic grin. "Are you two done with the melodrama? The
carriage is ready," he announced, his impatience evident.
Elijah raised a calming hand. "Just a moment, Kol."
Kol rolled his eyes dramatically, muttering something about being surrounded by lunatics, and
left the room, the door closing behind him.
Once they were alone again, Elijah turned back to Stolas, his expression serious. "Stolas, I
appreciate your concern and your offer of protection. But you must understand, Mikael is not an
adversary to be taken lightly. He's relentless, and his hatred for our family runs deep."
Stolas nodded, her eyes reflecting understanding. "I get it, Elijah. But we can't let fear dictate
our actions. You've faced countless threats before, and you've always found a way to protect
your family."
Elijah sighed, a mixture of frustration and gratitude in his voice. "I know, Stolas. It's just... Mikael
is different. He's not like any enemy we've faced. He's our father, and yet he's become
something monstrous."
Stolas squeezed Elijah's hand reassuringly. "Whatever happens, you won't face it alone. I'll be
by your side."
The night air was heavy with uncertainty as Elijah and Stolas found a secluded bench. Elijah
took a seat, and Stolas sat next to him, their hands still intertwined. Elijah's gaze was distant,
filled with the weight of responsibility.
"He's our father. I'm not sure my siblings will be able to stand up to him if need be," Elijah
admitted, his voice heavy with concern.
Stolas met his gaze, her eyes understanding. "But he wants to kill them," she added, her voice a
mix of empathy and conviction.
Elijah nodded. "Exactly. I'm not sure about Rebekah."efore their conversation could continue, the door swung open, and Rebekah stormed in, her
expression stern. "That's enough, Elijah. I know the difference between family and enemies.
Now let's go."
Elijah sighed, standing up and offering a hand to Stolas. He took a last glance at Rebekah, a
mix of gratitude and concern in his eyes. The trio made their way toward the awaiting carriage,
Rebekah shooting a disapproving look at Stolas as they joined the rest of their family.
Inside the carriage, the tension was palpable. Klaus, always the one to seize control, directed
the driver to start moving. As the carriage lurched forward, the five Mikaelsons exchanged
uneasy glances. Each sibling carried their own burdens and fears, a complex tapestry of family
dynamics woven with both love and resentment.
As the night enveloped them, the Mikaelsons faced an uncertain future together, bound by blood
and the intricate ties that defined their tumultuous family.
Stolas was jolted awake by Elijah's urgent touch, his voice breaking through the remnants of her
dreams. "We have to go," he said, his eyes reflecting urgency and concern.
Confused and disoriented, Stolas followed Elijah out of the carriage. The night air was filled with
an eerie stillness, and as her eyes adjusted to the darkness, she realized the other Mikaelsons
were nowhere in sight.
Elijah led her away from the carriage, and her heart sank at the sight that awaited them. The
cobblestone streets were stained with blood, and the lifeless body of the carriage driver lay
sprawled on the ground. Rebekah and Kol, their usual bravado replaced with fear, stood nearby.
Stolas's eyes darted around, searching for Klaus. "Where's Niklaus?" she asked, her voice
tense.
Rebekah, her eyes haunted, replied, "Thanks to you, Nik has to lead our father away from us."
Stolas looked at Elijah, a mix of guilt and concern in her eyes. Elijah, however, offered a
reassuring nod. "Your father was here as well, but we handled it."
Stolas couldn't help but ask, "How?"
Elijah's hand reached into his pocket, retrieving an ornate golden box. Stolas felt a strange
energy emanating from it, and her eyes widened in recognition. "King Paimon," she whispered,
putting a hand over her mouth.4
Elijah nodded solemnly. "A powerful witch helped us. That is our family's secret weapon. Help
from witches and people like you keep us alive."
He handed her the box, and before she could fully comprehend the gravity of the situation,
Elijah lifted her off her feet. "We must go now," he declared, his voice urgent.
As Elijah ran the rest of the way to the closest city in Italy, Stolas watched the world go by in a
blur, her fingers tightly clutching the ornate golden box containing her father. The chaos of the
blood-stained streets faded into the distance as they approached a lively village in the bright
light of day.
Elijah came to a stop once they reached the village, and the bustling street was filled with
people going about their daily lives. Rebekah and Kol caught up, their expressions a mix of
weariness and uncertainty.
Rebekah, in her usual fashion, brushed off her dress with a sniffle and declared, "Since you
three are useless, I'll find myself some company. Do not look for me." With that, she walked
away, her eyes scanning the surroundings with suspicion.
Kol chuckled and patted Elijah on the back. "Well, good luck, brother," he said before heading
off in a different direction than Rebekah.
"I suppose we should consider ourselves fortunate," Finn remarked, heading to the bustling
village. "But our troubles may not be over. We need a plan."
Stolas looked at Elijah, uncertainty in her eyes. Elijah, however, extended his arm with a
courteous smile. "Shall we?" he asked.
Still holding the box with her father imprisoned within, Stolas accepted Elijah's arm, and together
they strolled through the lively town. The air was filled with the scents of fresh bread and the
sounds of chatter and laughter. The Mikaelsons, burdened by their tumultuous existence,
ventured into the heart of the village, each step resonating with the weight of their past and the
uncertainty of their future in the enchanting streets of Italy.
They strolled through the charming village, Elijah and Stolas, hand in arm, immersing
themselves in the vibrant atmosphere. The marketplace was alive with the hustle and bustle of
locals going about their day. Stolas couldn't help but be captivated by the colorful array of wares
on display.
The stalls were adorned with handcrafted jewelry, intricate tapestries, and the enticing aroma of
fresh herbs and spices wafted through the air. Stolas found herself drawn to a stall displaying
delicate handmade trinkets. Elijah watched with a fond smile as she examined the intricacies of
each piece.5
"Beautiful, aren't they?" he remarked, his voice low and soothing.
Stolas nodded, her eyes gleaming with appreciation. "Yes, the craftsmanship is remarkable."
As they continued to explore the village, Stolas marveled at the diversity of goods on offer. The
locals greeted them warmly, oblivious to the supernatural beings in their midst. It was a stark
contrast to the chaos they had left behind, a momentary reprieve from the burdens of their
supernatural heritage.
Elijah and Stolas meandered through the winding streets, taking in the sights and sounds of the
picturesque village. The day unfolded around them, a welcome distraction from the shadows of
their past. Yet, beneath the surface, the Mikaelsons carried the weight of secrets and
uncertainties, their destinies intertwined with the enchanting streets of Italy.
As Elijah and Stolas continued their leisurely stroll through the village, the lively atmosphere
took a more somber turn when a small child approached them, eyes wide with desperation. The
young one, no older than seven, extended a tiny hand, silently pleading for aid.
Elijah's gaze softened as he crouched down to meet the child's eyes. Stolas, too, felt a pang of
sympathy for the young beggar. The contrast between the innocence of the child and the
supernatural complexities of the Mikaelsons' lives was stark.
The child spoke in hushed tones, "Please, sir, anything to eat. My family is hungry."
Elijah exchanged a glance with Stolas, a silent understanding passing between them. The
weight of their own predicaments momentarily set aside, Elijah reached into his pocket,
producing a small pouch of coins. He handed it to the child, who beamed with gratitude.
"May fortune find you, little one," Elijah said, his voice carrying a warmth that belied the chaos
they left behind.
The child, clutching the coins, nodded and scampered off. Stolas watched the scene unfold, a
mixture of sadness and hope in her eyes. It was a poignant reminder of the fragility of human
lives and the fleeting moments of kindness that could bridge the gap between worlds. Stolas
turned to Elijah, a thoughtful expression on her face.
"Now we're the beggars," she remarked, her voice a soft murmur.
Elijah shook his head gently. "Well, no."
"Of course, of course," Stolas replied, a wry smile playing on her lips. "Who's our target this
time?"6
"Presumably, the wealthiest one here," Elijah answered, scanning the surroundings.
They surveyed the bustling market, but all they saw were regular people going about their lives.
It wasn't until they noticed the child making his way to his mother that Elijah seemed lost in
thought, staring at the heartbreaking scene. She hobbled on the side of the road, shivering and
dirty.
Stolas gently snapped him out of his reverie. "Maybe we can help them? Let's find our target.
Where would they be?"
Elijah refocused his attention and nodded. "Let's ask around. See if anyone knows who the most
prosperous person in the village is."
Stolas chuckled, realizing the irony of their situation. "Ah, you must do this often," she teased.
Elijah couldn't help but laugh. "More often than one might think."
They continued through the village, navigating the winding streets until they came across a stall
with an old man selling cabbages. Elijah, using his last coin, purchased one of the cabbages. As
they approached the old man, Elijah greeted him with a polite smile.
"Good sir, we're new to the village and were hoping you could help us. Who is considered the
wealthiest person in town?" Elijah inquired.
The old man eyed them curiously before nodding thoughtfully. "Ah, you must be looking for
Signor Rossi. His estate is on the outskirts of the village, beyond the olive groves."
Elijah thanked the old man, and with a cabbage in hand, they headed towards the outskirts of
the village, determined to find their target and perhaps extend a different kind of assistance to
those in need.
As they made their way through the village toward the fountain where the wealthier residents
congregated, Elijah handed the cabbage to Stolas. She took a bite, savoring the fresh taste, and
remarked, "It's wonderful. The old man should be just as wealthy as the Signor with these."
Elijah smirked, a hint of amusement in his eyes. "They're better when they're prepared
properly."
Stolas looked at him curiously. "How so?"
Elijah's expression softened with a rare warmth as he shared a glimpse of his past. "My mother
used to prepare our village's harvest in many ways, mostly in the form of soup. Many different
types of soup.7
Stolas nodded, understanding dawning on her. "That must've been nice."
Elijah's gaze became reflective. "It was a simpler time, filled with warmth and camaraderie."
Stolas smiled, taking another bite of the cabbage. "Well, perhaps this will be a good memory to
add to the collection."
Elijah chuckled. "My family and I have had much better dishes now."
Stolas raised an eyebrow, feigning surprise. "Of course, I would imagine so."
As Elijah and Stolas seamlessly blended into the wealthier part of the village, Kol, perceptive as
ever, spotted them. He approached with an inquisitive grin, asking, "Where are you two off to?"
Elijah glanced at Kol, a serious demeanor settling on his face. "Signor Rossi," he replied.
Kol raised an eyebrow. "You mean to replace the Signor?"
Elijah's expression remained resolute. "If I have to."
Kol smirked. "Okay, I'll join you."
They arrived at the estate, and the sight of guards patrolling the grounds signaled that their
target was well-protected. Kol, not one for subtlety, took the lead and swiftly dispatched each
guard with ruthless efficiency. The sounds of the scuffle reached the ears of Signor Rossi, who
emerged from his estate, curious and concerned.
Just as Kol was about to eliminate the last guard, Elijah intervened. "That's enough, Kol."
Kol shot Elijah a bemused look. "What? I was just getting started."
Elijah's gaze shifted to Signor Rossi, who stood frozen in the doorway, witnessing the chaos that
unfolded on his property. "This is not the way," Elijah cautioned.
Stolas stood nearby, observing Elijah's actions with a mix of awe and fascination. As Elijah
stepped forward with a calm demeanor, his voice a soothing balm, Stolas couldn't help but
marvel at his ability to navigate the delicate dance of power.
Elijah extended his hand towards Signor Rossi, locking eyes with him. "You need not be afraid,"
he declared, and with a subtle but potent use of compulsion, Elijah eased the fear that had
gripped the Signor.8
Stolas watched as Signor Rossi's trembling gradually subsided, replaced by a more relaxed
demeanor. His eyes, once filled with panic, now reflected a curious acceptance. The quiet
authority and grace with which Elijah handled the situation left Stolas in silent admiration.
Having quelled the immediate threat, Elijah turned to Kol with a command that conveyed both
authority and restraint. "Secure the estate, but do so without unnecessary violence," he directed.
Kol, with an eye roll that did not escape Stolas's notice, complied and disappeared into the
Rossi estate. Stolas continued to watch Elijah, recognizing the finesse with which he navigated
the complexities of power dynamics. In that moment, the admiration she felt for the Mikaelson
deepened, and a newfound understanding of his capabilities settled within her.
Elijah, having compelled Signor Rossi to lead them inside, graciously followed him into the
grand estate. Stolas trailed behind, her curiosity piqued by the unfolding events. The elegant
corridors and opulent furnishings spoke of the wealth that surrounded them.
As they entered the main room, Elijah's composure faltered for a brief moment when he spotted
Finn, already present. "Ah, Finn," Elijah greeted, a hint of surprise in his voice. "I see you're
already ahead of me."
Finn, standing with an air of confidence, replied, "And then some."
He then motioned for another man to step forward. Elijah's eyes narrowed as he instantly
recognized the newcomer. Stolas, sensing the tension, asked, "What's wrong?"
Elijah's expression tightened, and he whispered to Stolas, "He's a member of the Brotherhood
of the Five. They're vampire hunters."
Stolas clutched Elijah's arm, a mixture of shock and concern etched on her face. Elijah, his gaze
unwavering, addressed Finn. "What's the meaning of this?"
Finn, seemingly unperturbed, responded, "What do you mean? I've just been talking to my new
friends."
Elijah's suspicion deepened. The unexpected presence of a vampire hunter within the Rossi
estate hinted at a more intricate plot. The Mikaelsons, now faced with the unexpected alliance of
Finn and a vampire hunter, stood on the precipice of a new and potentially dangerous chapter in
their ongoing struggle for survival.
Finn, unfazed by Elijah's skepticism, continued with a confident demeanor. "We have a cure," he
declared, his eyes meeting Elijah's.
Elijah scoffed at the notion, his disbelief evident. "A Before Finn could respond, the atmosphere in the room shifted as Kol entered, accompanied by
Klaus. The two brothers, often a force to be reckoned with, brought an air of unpredictability with
them. Klaus, always one to cut through pretenses, immediately questioned the situation.
"Why would we want a cure, brother?" Klaus asked Finn, his tone tinged with both curiosity and
defiance.
Finn, seemingly undeterred by Klaus's defiance, spoke with an air of certainty. "Oh please. What
do you think you've accomplished just now? Did you kill Father?" he questioned, his eyes
piercing as he sought answers.
Klaus, never one to shy away from confrontation, met Finn's gaze. "No."
Kol, standing beside Klaus, added, "But we will."
The vampire hunter, sensing an opportunity to sway the Mikaelsons, spoke up. "You could be
cured of your thirst for blood," he offered. Klaus, known for his unwavering pride, walked up to
the man with a skeptical smile. "We don't want it," Klaus stated firmly.
The man raised his hands in a gesture of peace. "It's not a trick. You would live the rest of your
natural lives and grow old. You would eat and drink as a human, not a beast."
Klaus's smile widened, a hint of amusement in his eyes. "Beasts? That's what you think we
are?"
The room buzzed with tension as the Mikaelsons faced an unexpected proposition, their
immortality clashing with the prospect of a cure. The choices before them were fraught with
consequences, and the negotiations took a turn into uncharted territory, leaving the fate of the
immortal family hanging in the balance.
Finn, determined to make his case, pressed on. "You're monsters, driven by your insatiable
hunger. This cure would liberate you from that darkness."
Klaus, his pride unyielding, retorted, "We are not monsters. We are predators, the top of the
food chain."
Kol chimed in with a smirk, "And we quite enjoy being at the top, thank you very much."
The vampire hunter, undeterred, continued to present his case. "Think of the lives you've taken,
the suffering you've caused. With this cure, you could find redemption."
Elijah, usually the voice of reason, interjected, "Redemption? Is that what you think we seek? for what, exactly?" he inquired,
suspicion lacing his words.Klaus, reveling in the banter, stepped forward. "We're not seeking redemption. We're seeking
power, and we revel in our nature."
Finn, frustration evident in his expression, countered, "You're blinded by your own arrogance.
This cure could free you from the chains of your existence."
Kol, never one to miss an opportunity for sarcasm, quipped, "Oh, wonderful. We can all sit
around the dinner table and share stories about our humanity."
In the midst of the verbal sparring, Stolas, sensing the gravity of the situation, interjected with a
question. "How would it work?" she asked, her voice a calm yet insistent presence in the room.
Elijah, who had been observing the back-and-forth with a pained expression, looked at Stolas.
The hurt in his eyes was evident as if the mere consideration of a cure struck a chord deep
within him.
Klaus, protective of his family's secrets, immediately intervened. "Do not tell us," he declared,
his tone sharp and final. The words hung in the air, cutting through the tension like a knife.
Stolas, sensing the sensitivity of the matter, fell silent. The room, already fraught with conflicting
emotions, seemed to hold its breath as the Mikaelsons grappled with the weight of their
immortality, the allure of a cure, and the intricate dance of power and pride that defined their
existence.
The vampire hunter, disillusioned by the Mikaelsons' resistance, declared to Finn, "This was a
mistake. I'm leaving." He briskly walked towards the exit, Finn following after him shooting a
scowl at Klaus.
Klaus, ever astute, turned to Elijah and Kol, his expression darkening. "Where's Rebekah? I bet
they're already plotting to use her somehow."
Elijah, maintaining his calm demeanor, informed Klaus, "She said she was off to find some
company."
Klaus's eyes flashed with concern, and he decisively declared, "Let's go."
The Mikaelsons retraced their steps into the village, scanning the bustling streets for any sign of
Rebekah. Stolas, eager to assist, began questioning the women on the street. "Have you seen a
blonde?" she inquired, but the responses were all negative.
Then, in the distance, she spotted the brothers entering a tavern. Determined not to be left
behind, Stolas quickened her pace and followed them inside.11
The tavern buzzed with activity, the clinking of glasses and lively chatter filling the air. The
Mikaelsons, ever a formidable presence, navigated through the crowd with purpose. Stolas,
keeping a close eye on the brothers, weaved through the patrons, her curiosity piqued by the
unfolding events. The search for Rebekah had led them into the heart of the village, where the
intricacies of their immortal lives and the unpredictable nature of family ties continued to play out
in unexpected ways.
Inside the tavern, the Mikaelsons moved with urgency, frantically compelling people to disclose
any information about Rebekah's whereabouts. Stolas, preferring a more traditional approach,
began asking the patrons the old-fashioned way.
As Klaus's frustration grew, Stolas approached a group of locals and inquired, "Have any of you
seen a blonde woman around here?"
Before anyone could respond, the door swung open, and in walked Rebekah, hand in hand with
a man. Klaus's anger flared immediately, and with a swift movement, he compelled the man to
reveal his identity.
The man, compelled by Klaus's power, hesitated for a moment before reluctantly answering,
"I'm Luca. We just met."
Klaus, eyes ablaze, turned his gaze to Rebekah. "What's the meaning of this, Rebekah?" he
demanded, his tone betraying a mix of anger and concern.
Rebekah, holding onto Klaus's piercing gaze, countered with a mixture of frustration and
resignation, "Oh, I guess I'm just supposed to spend eternity with my brothers. We'll run place to
place and die together. I'll die happy, is that it? Do you hate me that much, Nik?"
Elijah, catching Stolas's eye, conveyed a silent apology through his pained expression.
Meanwhile, Klaus, not one to let his emotions waver, grabbed Rebekah's arm and tersely
stated, "The hunters are here."
Rebekah, momentarily taken aback, questioned, "How many?"
Elijah, his eyes scanning the room, responded, "We only saw one. But Finn was with him."
Rebekah, shocked by the revelation, demanded, "Why?"
Kol, with a mocking laugh, added, "They want to convert us."
Rebekah, still processing the information, was too stunned to speak. Klaus, sensing her
contemplation, firmly asserted, "They're lying. Our mother didn't have loopholes in her spells."The weight of the situation hung in the air as the Mikaelsons grappled with the unexpected turn
of events. The prospect of a cure, the presence of vampire hunters, and the fragile dynamics of
their immortal family converged, setting the stage for a precarious journey filled with choices that
would shape their destiny.
Klaus's voice cut through the tension in the tavern like a thunderclap. "We need to end it," he
declared, his eyes ablaze with determination. "Kill the hunters."
The Mikaelsons, a united front in the face of external threats, swiftly exited the tavern, only to be
met by a gathering crowd outside. The air crackled with anticipation as the villagers, having
sensed the supernatural undercurrents, awaited an explanation from the enigmatic newcomers.
The vampire hunter from earlier emerged, accompanied by four others, including Alexander.
Before Klaus could launch into action, the atmosphere intensified further as Mikael, the
Mikaelsons' father, stepped forward from the crowd.
Rebekah, sensing the imminent threat, instinctively grabbed onto Kol. Alexander, addressing the
assembled hunters, declared, "These are the beasts. These are the vampires."
Mikael, holding the infamous white oak stake, fixed his gaze on the Mikaelsons. Stolas, quick to
discern the danger, seized Elijah's arm and whispered urgently, "Let's go." She tugged him away
from the impending confrontation, but Mikael's attention shifted.
Spotting the ornate box in Stolas's hands, Mikael's smile revealed a sinister understanding.
"What's in the box?" he inquired, his tone deceptively calm. Stolas, instinctively protective, hid
the box behind her back, unwilling to reveal its contents.
Mikael's smile widened. "Don't tell me, let me guess. Another vulnerability. Oh, Elijah, my boy,
so careless."
Klaus, sensing the escalating threat, motioned for Kol to find an escape route. Kol nodded and
slipped back into the tavern, quickly scanning for a back door.
Mikael, noticing Klaus's strategic retreat, raised an eyebrow. "Really?"
The tension in the air thickened as the Mikaelsons found themselves surrounded by vampire
hunters, their father, and the weight of their own vulnerabilities exposed. The unfolding drama,
with the stakes higher than ever, promised a confrontation that would test the very limits of their
immortal existence.
Klaus, seething with anger, couldn't contain his frustration any longer. "You have no right!" he
shouted at Mikael, his eyes blazing with defiance.3
Rebekah, standing beside Klaus, echoed his sentiment. "He's right, Father. You can't just dictate
our lives."
Mikael, seemingly unfazed, retorted, "No right? I brought your siblings into this world, and I can
take them out."
Klaus, his anger fueled by a lifetime of conflict with Mikael, scoffed, "You've been trying since we
were born, but you failed. Each time you have failed."
As Mikael and the hunters prepared for a confrontation, the tension reached its peak. Stolas,
sensing the impending battle, readied herself for the fight. Elijah, concerned, told her to be
careful, but she responded with a confident smile, "Oh no, you're the one who needs to be
careful."
With that, Stolas initiated the fight by possessing one of the people standing behind Mikael. In
her demonic form, she bit Mikael with her newfound sharp teeth, catching him off guard. Klaus
seized the opportunity and threw Mikael to the ground.
Meanwhile, Kol had joined the front lines, going after the hunters with fierce determination.
Elijah and Rebekah, no strangers to combat, swiftly engaged the remaining adversaries.
The chaotic scene unfolded with a symphony of clashes, grunts, and shouts. The Mikaelsons,
driven by centuries of survival instincts and a deep-seated desire to defy their father, fought
fiercely against both the vampire hunters and Mikael himself. The battleground became a
canvas for the intricate dance of power, family ties, and the enduring struggle for dominance
among immortals.
In the midst of the frenetic battle, Klaus unleashed a barrage of powerful punches upon Mikael,
each blow fueled by centuries of resentment and defiance. Simultaneously, the possessed
individual under Stolas's control continued their relentless assault, climbing onto Mikael and
sinking their demonic teeth into his flesh.
Mikael, displaying his vampiric strength, swiftly dispatched the possessed person, snapping
their neck with a ruthless efficiency. Undeterred, he redirected his attention to Klaus, the fiery
clash between father and son intensifying. In a swift and brutal retaliation, Mikael grabbed Klaus
and hurled him with immense force into the nearest tavern wall. The impact was so powerful
that the wall crumbled under the strain, sending Klaus hurtling into the tavern itself.
Inside the now-damaged tavern, Klaus struggled to regain his footing as Mikael, fueled by anger
and determination, advanced towards him. The air crackled with tension as the Mikaelsons
faced the looming threat of their father's wrath.
In the midst of this chaos, Stolas, with quick thinking, stepped forward. Drawing upon her
demonic abilities, she conjured a portal with a swift gesture. The portal, shimmering with darknergy, appeared as a gateway to another dimension. Klaus, seizing the opportunity, was
transported to the opposite side of the battlefield in an instant.
The sudden shift in the battle dynamics caught Mikael off guard. Stolas, now standing between
Klaus and Mikael, braced herself for the inevitable clash that would ensue. The battlefield,
marred by the destruction wrought by immortal conflicts, bore witness to the intricate dance of
power, vengeance, and the unyielding spirit of the Mikaelson family.
As the battle raged on, Stolas, observant and strategic, noticed Elijah struggling against the
hunters. Without hesitation, she swiftly possessed a person near him, utilizing their physical
form to aid Elijah in the skirmish against the relentless adversaries.
The hunters, however, proved to be a formidable challenge. Stolas realized that they were
wearing vervain-coated gloves, a clever tactic to counter the vampires' usual advantage. Kol, in
the heat of the fight, was inadvertently touched by one of the hunters' gloves and let out a yell of
pain.
Rebekah, concerned, rushed to Kol's side. "What is it?" she demanded, her eyes scanning the
surroundings.
"Don't let them touch you," Kol warned, the pain from the vervain burn evident on his face.
As the chaos unfolded, Rebekah's attention shifted. She noticed Finn watching from the
sidelines. Determined to bring him into the fray, she called out, "Get in here, Finn!"
However, Finn remained unresponsive, his gaze fixed on the unfolding battle with an unsettling
detachment.
Undeterred, Rebekah turned her focus back to the immediate threat. Another hunter, armed with
a white oak ash dagger, lunged at her. With quick reflexes, Rebekah dodged the attack,
showcasing her vampire speed. Seizing the opportunity, she grabbed the hunter and threw him
into the crowd of onlookers, causing a chaotic cascade of people stumbling and falling.
Rebekah, now joined by Kol, engaged in a fierce struggle against the hunters. She landed a
powerful punch on one of them and attempted to strangle another, but the hunter with the
vervain-coated gloves intervened. A touch from the gloved hand forced Rebekah to release her
hold on the other hunter, adding another layer of complexity to the ongoing battle.
The Mikaelsons, faced with the hunters' cunning tactics and the unsettling presence of Finn on
the sidelines, fought not only for their survival but also to unravel the intricate web of motives
that bound them in this immortal struggle.
In the midst of the chaotic melee, Stolas's keen eyes caught a dangerous development: Mikael,
their relentless father, heading towards the ornate box containing her captive father, KingPaimon. Understanding the catastrophic consequences if Mikael gained possession of the box,
Stolas swiftly took action.
Utilizing her telekinetic abilities, she summoned an invisible force to keep the box just out of
Mikael's reach. The struggle intensified as Mikael, fueled by his determination to eradicate the
supernatural beings he considered abominations, fought against the unseen resistance imposed
by Stolas.
Meanwhile, Klaus, armed with a regular wooden stake, had returned to the battleground. The
sight of his father, the embodiment of centuries of conflict and familial strife, reignited a visceral
rage within Klaus. The two clashed in a vicious duel, each strike laden with the weight of
centuries-old grievances and the insatiable hunger for dominance.
Mikael, unrelenting in his assault, landed a devastating blow to Klaus, sending him hurtling
through the air once more. Klaus, battered and bloodied, crashed to the ground, yet the fire
within him refused to be extinguished.
With unwavering determination, Klaus rose from the dust, wiping the blood from his face with a
fierce resolve. The battlefield echoed with the sounds of the ongoing struggle, but Klaus,
drawing strength from his experiences of survival and resilience, approached Mikael once more.
Gathering every ounce of his supernatural might, Klaus launched himself at Mikael with
renewed vigor. The clash that ensued was a spectacle of raw power, a collision of immortal
beings fueled by an age-old animosity. Each strike reverberated through the air, punctuating the
intensity of the fight, as the Mikaelsons continued to grapple with the complexities of their
immortal existence.
The outcome of this fierce confrontation hung in the balance, and as Klaus pressed forward, it
became a testament to the enduring spirit of the Mikaelsons, a family bound by blood, strife, and
the unyielding will to defy the odds stacked against them.
Amidst the chaos of the battle, Stolas, watching the relentless struggle unfold, approached
Elijah with a sense of urgency. "This isn't working," she remarked, concern etched on her face.
The ongoing skirmish had proven the futility of their efforts against the overwhelming force of the
hunters and Mikael.
As Stolas spoke, a sudden turn of events unfolded. A hunter, recognizing the threat Stolas
posed, took aim and fatally struck the body she had possessed. With a jolt, Stolas was expelled
from the borrowed vessel and returned to her regular body.
Undeterred, Stolas tapped into her supernatural abilities. Using telekinesis, she seized control of
the elements within the tavern, hurling anything she could find at the attackers. Tables, chairs,
and debris became projectiles, creating a chaotic storm that raged around the battlefield. Theonslaught targeted not only the hunters but also Mikael, aiming to disrupt their coordinated
assault.
In the midst of this telekinetic tempest, Stolas maintained a vigilant eye on the ornate box that
held her father, King Paimon. The box, suspended in the air by her unseen force, remained a
focal point in the tumultuous dance of supernatural powers. The battleground became a canvas
of disorder, with Stolas orchestrating a symphony of chaos in a desperate attempt to tip the
scales in favor of the Mikaelsons.
As chaos continued to swirl around them, Stolas urgently called out to Elijah, "We need to
leave!" But Elijah, locked in a fierce battle with Alexander, remained focused on the immediate
threat.
Alexander, sensing an opportunity, pressed his attack with everything he had. Elijah, managing
to evade the vervain-coated gloves so far, knew that his luck would soon run out. Stolas,
undeterred, persisted in her efforts to get Elijah's attention.
In a brief respite, Elijah locked eyes with Stolas, and she seized the moment. Opening a portal
with her telekinetic abilities, Stolas beckoned for Elijah to join her. Elijah, with one final surge of
strength, pushed Alexander away and sprinted towards the portal. With a commanding voice, he
yelled to his siblings, "Over here!"
Klaus, drawing upon his last reserves of strength, skillfully maneuvered to evade Mikael's
relentless pursuit. In a breathtaking display of agility and determination, Klaus unleashed a rapid
and powerful combination of punches, skillfully avoiding the lethal threat of Mikael's white oak
stake. The Mikaelsons, one by one, vanished into the shimmering gateway, escaping the
imminent danger Mikael posed.
Elijah and Finn remained on the battlefield. Elijah, watching Stolas wait for him, urged Finn to
follow. "Brother, this way!" Finn, though initially hesitant, complied, disappearing into the portal
just before it closed.
Stolas cast one final look back at Mikael approaching. With a swift telekinetic motion, she
brought the box containing her father to her hands and leaped into the portal, leaving it to close
right before Mikael reached it. The battlefield, once filled with the sounds of combat, fell silent as
the Mikaelsons vanished, leaving Mikael and the hunters alone with the disappointed crowd in
the aftermath of the supernatural storm.
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