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The air in the Mikaelson compound felt heavy, thick with the scent of old blood and upcoming betrayal. Klaus Mikaelson stood on the balcony, his eyes scanning the quiet streets of New Orleans, but his mind was elsewhere. He could feel the prophecy tightening like a noose.

"He's coming, isn't he?" Rebekah’s voice was a soft whisper behind him. The_Originals_3x21_WEBMux_Ita_Eng_Ac3_Ba79-iCV-...

Across town, Marcel stood at the edge of the Mississippi River. In his hand, he held the serum—the dark alchemy that would transform him into something even the Original vampires would fear. He looked at the city he had built, the city the Mikaelsons had reclaimed, and the city that was now about to bleed. The air in the Mikaelson compound felt heavy,

The brothers looked at each other, seeing a thousand years of shared history in a single glance. They had survived Vikings, ghosts, and gods, but they were now facing a monster of their own making. The King of New Orleans was no longer Klaus; the crown had moved, and it was made of teeth and shadow. Storytelling Resources "He's coming, isn't he

"Always and forever," Marcel muttered, a bitter smile twisting his lips. "It was a beautiful lie while it lasted."