'Sigh. Why are all Mikaelsons so dramatic?'
But I get it. After everything they've been through, their paranoia makes sense. Still, I can't believe how much pain they've endured.
"Bro, I need to ask you something," I said, turning to Kol. "How the hell are you even sane? Because if someone did this to me, I'd hunt them down. I'd only forgive them if they were family. Does Klaus know how much pain you go through with those daggers?"
"I don't know, mate," Kol replied, shrugging. "He never asks. I don't think Bekah or Elijah really understand what it's like either. As for Finn, well, he's always been our dear mama's boy. He doesn't care much. And as for merging? Sorry, mate. Not happening."
"Kol, do I look like a guy who wants to lose his individuality?"
He smirked. "We're trapped here, and whoever or whatever did this is keeping us hidden… or at least I hope so."
At least I hope so, I echoed in my thoughts.
"And the force of this merge is getting stronger," I said, my voice tightening. "You've been holding it back with your experience, but I can't resist much longer. So, for the love of the gods, let's just get this over with."
Kol sighed, giving in. "Fine, mate. I don't know how long it'll take, or what the consequences will be, but it'll be something."
And with that, the merge began.
Our two souls transformed into orbs, colliding, merging, separating, and repeating the process over and over. As it continued, a new sphere started to form at the point where we met. It held traits from both of us—one soul old and mystical, the other new and unique, being woven together by nature itself, now a part of this world.
The process carried on in the void. Finally, a new orb of soul was formed.
And then, it began to take shape…
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(Outside World)
In a dim, dilapidated room, four coffins lay. Elijah stood beside them, opening each one by one, after being woken by Damon Salvatore.
He removed the dagger from Rebekah's chest, then Kol's, and lastly Finn's, collecting the daggers as he went.
As Elijah waited for his siblings to wake, the Bennett witches were busy trying to open the mysterious fourth coffin hidden deep within the caves.
Rebekah stirred first, her eyes snapping open as she sat up in her coffin, taking a deep breath.
"So, dear brother, where is that bastard Nik?" she asked, her voice sharp.
Elijah smiled softly. "Sister, let's wait for the others to wake, and then we can all go pay our beloved Niklaus a visit."
Rebekah moved towards him and hugged him tightly. "I missed you, brother."
"And I missed you, sister."
Rebekah glanced around. "You removed all the daggers? Even Finn?"
"Yes, sister," Elijah replied.
Finn woke up, his face set in a deep scowl as he stoically made his way over to them, grabbing the blood bags Elijah handed him without a word.
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(Kol's POV)
I woke up with a silent scream.
The pain in my head, the fire under my skin—it was my magic, pent up for over a thousand years. As I sat up in the coffin, the overwhelming flood of emotions hit me. My senses were heightened—every sound, every feeling magnified.
This is overwhelming.
How am I supposed to be okay with this? I forced myself to take a deep breath, to reset.
Alright. Nothing's going to happen. It's fine.
Even though half of me was mature, he was still just a 24-year-old kid at heart.
And as for the memories… oh, I see now.
What the hell is wrong with my family? I thought, processing it all. But at least we didn't lose our individuality. We're an amalgamation—part Rudra, part Kol Mikaelson.
And the TV show? It didn't do me or my family justice. The carnage we caused… well, that's going to be fun.
The ringing in my ears finally stopped. The burning pain—that's my magic. How the hell did Kol not figure this out before?
Ah, it's not that he couldn't figure it out. He just couldn't feel the connection, since one part of me never had magic in his life. But I can feel it now, clear as day. He was essentially disconnected.
Maybe I could become a vampire-witch hybrid. Oh, the possibilities…
"Kol, are you alright, brother?" Elijah's voice cut through my thoughts.
I smirked, standing up from the coffin. "Why don't you tell me, brother?"
I searched for a mirror, glancing at my reflection. Everything felt different, sharper, more alive.
'Yeah,' I thought, 'let's get this show on the road.'
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