Chapter 6 - Chapter 6 : TITLE AT THE END

As Kol and Rebekah walked together, Kol glanced at his sister with a mischievous smile."So, Bekah, who's caught your eye this time?" Kol asked, his tone playful but edged with something darker.Rebekah rolled her eyes. "Oh, come on, Kol, it's not like that.""Isn't it?" Kol's grin widened. "You know, Bekah, I don't mind you having your fun. But you always fall in love with your playthings, and that's where the trouble starts. One day, you'll let it ruin you—for all eternity."His smile remained, but the warning was clear in his voice. He leaned closer, his tone shifting, dangerous. "Perhaps I should feast on your latest toy, hmm? Maybe then you'll see them for what they are."Rebekah's eyes narrowed. "If you touch them, Kol, I'll make sure you don't have a proper meal or proper clothes for the next ten centuries."Kol chuckled softly. "Oh, darling, why do you threaten your big brother when all he does is dote on you?"As they left the house, the rest of the Mikaelson family remained behind, lingering in the waiting room of the mansion.Esther sat pale and silent, her eyes distant. Klaus, meanwhile, wore an expression that mixed amusement with the slightest edge of fear as he glanced at his mother. Finn, their oldest brother, glared at Kol's retreating figure, his fury barely contained, while Elijah sipped his tea, his gaze drifting over their dysfunctional gathering."So, Mother," Klaus spoke, his voice uncharacteristically vulnerable. "Have you come to kill me?"The question hung in the air, shocking in its softness. All the Mikaelson siblings seemed to tense, their attention suddenly on Esther.Esther shook her head slowly. "No, Niklaus. I've come to make us a family again. You, Kol, Rebekah, Elijah... and my darling Finn."At her words, four pairs of eyes rolled in unison, though Finn's gaze softened, full of adoration for their mother.Klaus sighed, pushing himself up from his seat. "Alright, Mother. Let's all get some rest. We'll talk tomorrow."With that, he strode towards his studio. Elijah followed suit, making his way to the library, while Finn wandered off in search of his room, marked with his name in Old Norse, just like the others.---Kol and Rebekah arrived at a bar, where Kol slid onto a stool at the counter."Your finest bottle of whiskey and two glasses," Kol ordered.Rebekah sat beside him, glancing around the bar. "Let's get a private booth, Kol."Kol smirked. "Fine, sister. Let's see if there's any entertainment tonight."As they settled in, a blonde woman with red-rimmed eyes and a distraught expression entered the bar and sat nearby. Kol poured two glasses, sliding one across the counter to her."So, darling, why are you crying?" he asked with mock concern.The woman shot him a glare. "Didn't your parents teach you not to be rude?"Kol's smile sharpened. "Darling, you're a baby vampire, and I'm an Original. Yet you speak with such gall. It's almost... endearing."Rebekah rolled her eyes as she recognized the woman. "Caroline, your friends got themselves into trouble again, didn't they?"Caroline flinched at the truth behind Rebekah's words. "Oh god, what did they do now?""Ah, Bekah, always so direct," Kol teased. "So, darling, care to introduce yourself?""Caroline Forbes.""Caroline... A name full of melody and joy," Kol mused, then his tone shifted to something more commanding. "Join us, Caroline."It wasn't a request.Caroline, still lost in her thoughts and unfamiliar with the Originals' ways, agreed without thinking. "Okay."Kol grinned and called over the bartender, compelling him effortlessly. "A private room, the best whiskey, rum, and whatever else we need. Put it on Niklaus Mikaelson's tab."The bartender nodded, leading them to a private lounge.As Rebekah and Caroline drank and danced, Kol sipped his whiskey and let his mind wander. His thoughts drifted to his past, back to when he was known as Rudra.In the early 1300s, during a time of desperation, he had performed a dark ritual on Samhain—sacrificing a man, a warlock, and a werewolf, among others—to reconnect with his lost magic. The veil between life and death had been thin, and he'd been wild then, his soul aching from the absence of his powers.The ritual hadn't gone as expected. Instead of boosting his strength, it had created a new soul, sending it into reincarnation. That soul had lived a life and returned, merging back with him, its creator. Now, Kol was beginning to feel his magic returning, slowly linking to him again. And with that power came clarity.The ritual had given him perspective on his life and choices. Perhaps, in the future, he'd research dimensional travel—new realms, new challenges. There were always more worlds to conquer.For now, though, Kol was content to enjoy the night. As the music played and his sister danced, he sat back, already planning his next move.THE TRUTH OF TRANSMIGRATIONI am always available for conversations about the storyIf you like the story please do support me on Patpatreon.com/LUCIFER482