Thomas had never been what you would call someone special. Fat, without real friends, he had spent most of his life in the shadows, living through the adventures of the characters from his favorite series, "The Vampire Diaries" and "The Originals". He did not expect his life to change radically the day he died, a decade after the end of the series he loved so much.
Thomas' death was as banal as his life. A silent heart attack, without fanfare, in his small apartment, he did not even have time to think about his poor mother, who tonight would discover his body, dirty, due to the relaxation of the organs of her body, she never recovered. Also, he did not know, that death would not be the end.
The moment his heart stopped beating, Thomas found himself in a space between two worlds, a kind of purgatory where he met a being, the famous "Rob". Rob was not an angel, nor a demon, but an entity that seemed to exist outside the rules of life and death. Impossible to describe him, except as a soft, warm energy.
"Thomas, I'm giving you a chance to live a life you never dared to dream of," Rob said with an enigmatic smile. "You can live again in your favorite universe, with certain advantages, of course."
Thomas' eyes lit up at this proposition. "The Vampire Diaries? The Mikaelsons? I'm really going to be able to go, am I dreaming?" he asked, incredulous and starting to cry pure tears of hope and joy.
"Yes, and this without conditions, I am not an evil spirit who expects to harvest your soul or I know only other nonsense. This world is for you, I simply take a show from it. But you will be the master of your destiny, I will not encroach on this world. Whatever happens good or bad for you, we will not dream of each other.
Thomas chose to be reborn in his skin color, Mikael would have gone to an unknown country and would have returned with several people of color. Thomas, who would later rename himself, would have come with his mother, a kind of shaman. The latter got along well with the mother of the Mikaelson tribe and on several occasions she was able to take a look at her secret grimoire. She created her own version of the vampirism spell, with her as a sacrifice. She would take the backlash on herself to save her son from the new overpowered creatures that were going to be born... which would allow him to become a tribrid perfect, a being combining the traits of vampire, werewolf and sorcerer.
Fifteen hours after Mikael and the Mikaelsons left their home, following their transformation into vampires. Thomas opened his eyes in a young and powerful body. It was both familiar and foreign, dressed in clothes from the time, but with a power he had never known.
The surprise was immense when he saw his face, no longer that of a man who had struggled with weight and loneliness all his life, but those of Shemar Moore, the actor whose presence and beauty he had always admired. He rushed to a nearby stream to observe his reflection.
"Shit, I hope I'm not bald" he said to himself with a smile, touching his non-existent hair, his face, each feature reflecting the perfection of his new body captivated him. He was wearing clothes from the time, placed there by Rob, they fit him perfectly, as if they had always been meant for this man he had become. After undressing to see himself in more detail, crying with joy over his muscular body and doing things that would make prudish girls blush (screaming with joy after jerking off standing in front of the river)
His first instinct was to check his new abilities. He discovered he was able to manipulate magic, although with some difficulty, he understood that he had more success in the soul magic that his mother practiced. He then tested his vampire speed, and saw that he had no problem. He was very eager to control people, he who was not sociable before.
And at the end he tested his transformation into a werewolf, he kept it for the end obviously because it is the most difficult. But in the end nothing happened, no pain. He was surprised so he went to see himself in the water, and what was his surprise to see red eyes instead of orange eyes tinged with black orbits. Holy shit!
After a few minutes, oscillating between panic and ecstasy, Thomas calmed down and confirmed that it would be ultra positive for him, if he still had the advantage of hurting vampires by biting, but that he became stronger with a pack, and maybe even that he will not be restricted to making hybrids who were already wolves! No, it was even sure, Rob said that he will have a good life to start with... (he didn't say it like that)
Once the little tests were done he wondered what he should do, he knew the originals had gone somewhere, but he didn't remember where exactly. He could try to follow in their footsteps, but since their father took forever to find them, what's the point of bothering. No, he'll follow his own path, anyway with the original narcissist, too much hassle to come. He quickly realized that he was starting to get hungry, for blood of course, but also that if he wanted to survive and thrive in this world, he couldn't just follow in the footsteps of others but make his own place, create his own name.
"I will be the Red-Eyed King," he declared to no one but himself, his voice resonating with a new authority. "And I will also be known as the Thief of Virtue, for I will take what I want from this world, women will fall under my spell, willingly or by force" more famous than Casanova. More terrifying than the big bad wolf.
"I feel so good, and I have the future ahead of me, at least 1000 years of life, ahead"
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