(Warning: This chapter contains scenes of child abuse, violence, gore, cruelty, and barbarity. This chapter is not suitable for minors or those with weak hearts. If you do not like this type of scene, I strongly advise you not to read this chapter. I have warned you, and thus I have absolved myself of all responsibility. If you read this chapter after all these warnings, then the fault lies with you.)
Boom!
A tree trunk split in two as Michael slammed through it. Michael crashed to the ground, bleeding profusely and riddled with multiple wounds and deadly bites.
He gritted his teeth and slowly, with difficulty, rose to his feet. He felt his body betray him; as the werewolf's poison was sapped, weakening his regeneration and strength.
Michael was truly having a tough time. He was already struggling to fight William alone, and now Marcus had joined the fight.
Raaaah!
William and Marcus roared angrily and charged at Michael, attacking him fiercely. Michael spun around and tried to retaliate with the nemton branch, but they easily dodged him because of his deafness and blindness.
Marcus struck Michael on the back with a powerful claw. Michael was sent flying, but before he could hit the ground, William met him mid-air with a powerful claw to the face.
Boom!
The air trembled violently from William's blow, and Michael slumped to the ground, sliding roughly.
" This damned poison is slowing down the healing of my eyes and ears and weakening my strength". Michael cursed to himself, and thought with anger.
Then rose again, using the Nemeton branch as a crutch. William landed on the ground and then lunged at Michael with ferocious force once more.
Michael turned quickly and struck William hard across the face with the Nemeton branch. William staggered slightly from the blow but attacked again.
Michael gripped his new weapon tightly and fought William with incredible skill. William tried to attack several times but couldn't break through Michael's defenses, and the two remained at a standstill.
A desperate man fighting a giant wolf with a stick.
But suddenly, Marcus appeared from behind Michael and struck him hard in the back. Michael staggered from the attack and lowered his defenses. William seized the opportunity and leaped at Michael with ferocious fury.
Michael found himself on the ground with the enraged William on top of him. Michael tried to stab William with his weapon, but William dodged the blow, then grabbed the Nemeton branch in his mouth and snatched it from Michael's grasp.
Then Michael was left unarmed and helpless, trapped beneath William's massive claws. William opened his mouth and bit Michael hard.
Aaaaaahhhhh!!!
Michael screamed in agony and tried to punch William hard. But Marcus intervened, grabbing Michael's arm in his mouth and ripping it from his body.
Brrrrruughhh!!
The sound of flesh and bone tearing echoed throughout the place as Michael's arm was violently severed from his body, and blood gushed from his wound like a fountain.
Aaaaaaaahh!!!
Ahhhhhaaahhh!!!
Aaaaaaaahhhhhh!!!
Michael screamed loudly and painfully several times as he felt his body being torn apart by Marcus and William.
Marcus bit Michael's stomach hard and then yanked his intestines out.
"Aaaaaahhhhhh!"
Michael's agonizing scream echoed again. Marcus grabbed Michael's intestines and pulled them from his body, using them to strangle him.
Michael clutched his intestines with his one remaining hand and tried to pry them free from his neck. But William had other ideas.
He pounced on Michael, biting him and tearing his liver from his body.
"Aaaaaahhhhh!"
Michael screamed in agony again. William continued to tear Michael's body apart with fury.
Marcus continued to strangle Michael with his intestines. Michael clenched his teeth so hard that they cracked. Then the world slowed down for Michael, and he remembered a very distant memory.
[ Flashback ].
Northern Norway more than 250 years ago.
Northern Norway was home to some of history's fiercest Viking warriors, and there stood an important coastal village called ,
The Katgeat.
About two miles outside Katgeat lay the home of one of the fiercest and most powerful Viking warriors.
Bjorn the Skullbreaker.
Bjorn was a fierce-looking warrior, a massive, muscular man standing seven feet tall and weighing over four hundred pounds.
He had black hair and eyes as black as night, and his face was scarred, but this did not detract from his handsome, masculine features. His thick, black beard stood out prominently.
Bjorn sat on a rock in front of his house, holding a long, thick staff in one hand and a small metal knife in the other.
With meticulous care and astonishing precision, Bjorn used the knife to carve a five-pointed star into the end of the staff.
He brushed off the wood scraps when he finished, then stood up in all his imposing height and called out, "Michael! Michael!".
"Yes, Father!" a small boy with red hair and blue eyes answered and then ran to Bjorn, the small boy looked about eight years old, running towards Bjorn with a mixture of speed and awe.
Eight-year-old Michael stood before his father with obedient respect and said cautiously, "Yes, Father? Did you call me?"
Bjorn looked at his young son and asked in his gruff voice, "Tell me, boy, what did you do today?"
Michael swallowed and said, "I... I played with Ragnar and Rollo, Father."
"Hmm? Didn't I tell you to practice with your sword this morning?" Bjorn looked at Michael and said in a gruff, cold voice.
Michael lowered his head and said nervously, "Yes... yes, you told me that, but they came to the house and wanted to play with me, and I... I practice every day, so I thought that a little rest wouldn't hurt."
"Wouldn't... hurt?" Bjorn asked slowly, looking coldly at his son, then knelt before him and said, "Listen, boy, we live in a harsh time, a time that requires us to be strong to survive. You must learn how to defend yourself and how to become strong."
Bjorn paused for a moment, then continued, looking into Michael's eyes, "And rest, and playing, won't make you strong, boy."
Michael raised his head and looked defiantly into his father's eyes. "But I'm strong, father," he said confidently then continued. "I've been training for three years now. I'm the strongest boy in Kataghet. No one of my generation can beat me. Not Floki, not Ragnar, not even Rollo can defeat me."
Bjorn looked at Michael coldly and said in a icy voice, "Being the strongest among your friends doesn't mean you're strong, boy. There are plenty of people in this world who could easily kill you, and somewhere else in this world, there are definitely plenty of kids stronger than you. So do not get arrogant and do as I say."
Michael clenched his fist and said defiantly to his father, "But I am strong! I'm sure I could beat anyone in a fight!".
Bjorn remained silent, then slowly stood up and said coldly, "Very well. Then show me what you have got, boy." Bjorn threw the carving stick he'd been working on to Michael when he finished speaking.
Michael grabbed the stick, gripped it tightly, and raised it in a fighting stance. Michael's hands trembled violently from the stick's heavy weight, but he gritted his teeth and raised it without showing any weakness. A flash of pride flickered in Bjorn's eyes when he saw Michael not complaining about the weight of the stick, but it quickly vanished, replaced by an icy cold stare that could instill fear in the hearts of the bravest men.
Bjorn turned to the rock he was sitting on, picked up another stick similar to the one Michael had been holding, and quickly turned and attacked Michael fiercely.
Michael raised his stick above his head and parried the blow with difficulty. Michael's hands trembled from the force of the impact, and he took a few steps back then shouted. "Hey, I wasn't ready!".
Bjorn slammed his stick to the ground and said, "Lesson one: Always be on your guard".
"Now, attack me!" Bjorn yelled fiercely at Michael.
Michael gritted his teeth and charged at his father, swinging the stick several times. Bjorn easily dodged Michael's attacks, then effortlessly blocked his final blow with his cane.
"You are anticipating me! Do not let me see your move before you make it!" Bjorn yelled, then swung his cane hard against Michael's ankle.
Crack!
The sound of bones breaking and joints twisting echoed around the room as Michael's ankle twisted from the force of the blow.
"Aaaahhh!!" Michael cried out in pain and collapsed to the ground. Bjorn stood tall and looked at Michael indifferently then said.
"Get up."
Michael gritted his teeth as tears welled in his eyes. "I... I can't. You've twisted my ankle!"
Bjorn looked at Michael coldly. "I said get up."
Michael gritted his teeth and said weakly, "Father, please, I can't i..."
"On your feet, boy!"
Bjorn cut Michael off sharply and looked at his son coldly. Michael gritted his teeth and slowly, with difficulty, rose to his feet. His body trembled with pain, but he clenched his teeth tightly and used his cane as a crutch to keep from falling to the ground.
Michael looked at his father defiantly, making no sound even as tears of pain streamed down his cheeks.
Bjorn looked at Michael proudly and said, "Good."
He stepped forward and placed a hand on Michael's shoulder, saying, "Remember, Michael, the ability to endure pain is the warrior's true weapon." Bjorn paused, then looked into his son's eyes and said slowly, "Master that, and nothing, nothing will have power over you."
Michael nodded slowly and said, "Yes, sir."
Bjorn looked at his son and said, "Now repeat what i said, son.".
Michael opened his mouth and said slowly, "The ability to endure pain is the warrior's true weapon."
Bjorn looked at his son with pride when he finished speaking and said, "Good. Now go to your mother so she can treat your ankle."
"Yes, Father," Michael said in pain, then walked slowly toward their house, leaning on his cane and limping.
Michael's body trembled with pain with every step, but he gritted his teeth and went toward his destination with unwavering determination.
[ End of the Flashback ].
Michael gritted his teeth in fury as he remembered his father's words, then slowly pulled his entrails away from his neck. Marcus tried to strangle Michael again, but couldn't.
Marcus's eyes widened at Michael's sudden force, then he released Michael's entrails and tried to bite Michael's face. Michael swung his entrails rapidly at Marcus.
Michael's entrails coiled tightly around Marcus's neck. Then Michael yanked his entrails away. The force of the pull threw Marcus into the air, and he crashed into several trees and rocks.
William stopped attacking Michael and looked at his son with concern. Before he could react, Michael kicked him hard, sending William flying and crashing to the ground.
Michael slowly got to his feet and pushed his entrails back into his stomach. Michael's body trembled violently, and his wounds healed with remarkable speed, visible to the naked eye.
Michael opened his eyes, which slowly regenerated, and looked coldly and furiously at the shocked William and Marcus. Then Michael reached for his severed hand, which lay on the ground, and picked it up.
Michael reattached his severed hand, and it reattached to his body. The wound healed, and the muscles and bones rejoined as if nothing had happened.
Michael moved his arm again and found it just as before. He clenched his fist and felt the werewolf's venom coursing through his veins, but this time he felt it had no power over him.
Michael gritted his teeth and felt his connection to his Khēmri again.
He looked coldly at William and Marcus, then black veins bulged beneath his eyes, and his eyes turned red with black irises.
Then Michael's eyes glowed a fierce red.
Michael clenched his fists, and red veins bulged all over his body.
Aaaaaahhhhhhhhhh!!!!!.
Michale roared with such force that the air trembled and the ground cracked from his immense power.
Michael looked at William and Marcus furiously, his eyes glowing red, and said in a terrifying voice, "Now, you filthy dogs, it's my turn to tear you to pieces."
William gritted his teeth and roared at Michael.
Ooohhhhhhh!!!.
A powerful sonic wave shot from William's mouth and hurtled toward Michael. Michael grinned mockingly and snapped his fingers.
Boom!
A sonic explosion erupted around Michael, shielding him like a protective barrier. William's wave collided with Michael's blast, and they canceled each other out. Michael grinned mockingly, remembering how he'd used this technique against Rebekah as well, when his daughter had hurled a giant, castle-sized fireball at him.
"Impossible! How could you use your Khēmri when you're infected with the werewolf venom?!" William yelled angrily at Michael in disbelief.
Michael grinned broadly and fiercely then said.
"The werewolf poison has no power over me anymore."
Michael clenched his fists then said. "Now, enough barking. Let's fight!".
Then Michael lunged at William.
Boom!
The air exploded as Michael punched William. William flew through the air and crashed to the ground several times.
He stumbled to his feet, startled, only to find Michael standing right in front of him again.
Boom!
Michael punched William hard in the face. William flew off, but Michael caught his tail mid-air, then lifted William and slammed him to the ground.
Boom!
The ground cracked from the force of the impact, and William vomited blood violently, feeling seven of his ribs break.
Marcus raced toward Michael and tried to bite his neck, but Michael simply slapped him across the face.
Marcus flew through the air and landed hard, several of his teeth and fangs shattering from the force of the blow.
Michael lifted his foot and stomped hard on William.
Crack!
The sound of bones breaking echoed as William's back instantly snapped in two from the force of the impact.
"Aaaahhhhhh!!!".
William let out a painful groan and slowly returned to his human form. Marcus also returned to his human form and cried out in alarm, "Father!"
Michael grinned sadistically, then kicked William hard.
Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
Aaaahhh!!!.
Aahhhhhhhhh!!
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!
The forest trembled from the impact of the blows, and William screamed in agony as his bones shattered and his muscles tore with each strike from Michael.
Michael raised his foot and stomped hard on William's stomach.
"Aaaahhhhhhhh!!".
William screamed in pain and vomited blood like a fountain.
"Father!"
Marcus cried out in alarm and anger. He then looked towards the nemton tree branch, ran quickly to it, grabbed it, and charged at Michael, who was torturing William and breaking every bone in his body.
Marcus leaped into the air, raised the branch above his head, and stabbed Michael hard.
The nemton tree branch pierced Michael's back and then pierced his heart.
"Aaaah!"
Michael screamed in agony, then turned to Marcus and grabbed him angrily. Michael seized Marcus's hand and easily tore it off.
"Brruuuhh!"
The sound of flesh and bone tearing echoed throughout the place, and Marcus's arm was severed from his body.
"Aaaahhhhhhhh!"
Marcus screamed in agony and tried to break free from Michael's grip. Michael kicked Marcus hard in the chest.
Crack!
The bone cracked, and Marcus's entire ribcage shattered from the force of the blow. Marcus flew through the air and landed on the ground, unable to move.
Michael gripped the neem tree branch tightly and slowly pulled it out from his heart.
Aaaahhh!
Michael screamed in agony and collapsed to the ground, gasping for breath. "Damn it, I was enjoying torturing one dog so much I forgot there was another one around".
Michael cursed himself for lowering his guard, having enjoyed tormenting William and not noticing Marcus attacking him from behind.
Michael vomited blood and looked at his face, which was turning gray with large, bulging gray veins.
Michael clenched his fist in anger, then his hand returned to normal. Michael got up with a thud and looked at his chest. The wound from the nemton tree branch wasn't healing.
Michael gritted his teeth and glared at Marcus who was lying on the ground. Michael moved toward Marcus but stopped when William desperately grabbed his leg.
Michael whirled around and kicked William hard. William flew through the air and slammed to the ground several times.
Before he could react, Michael sat on top of him and punched him repeatedly with tremendous force.
William was immobilized, his bones shattered and crushed by the sheer power of Michael's blows.
"Father!"
Marcus cried out in pain and despair, trying to crawl toward his father to rescue him from the monster's clutches.
Michael stopped hitting William, then lifted him up and slammed him to the ground.
William tried to crawl away from Michael with his last remaining strength, but Michael caught him from behind, then stomped on his broken back, shattering William's already fractured spine into several small pieces.
"Aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh!"
William screamed in pain, but Michael wasn't finished. He grabbed William's head tightly and slammed it against the ground repeatedly. William's head was badly mangled by Michael's blows.
Michael stopped hitting William, then grabbed his head and yelled,
Give me your head!!!
Aaaahhhhh!"
Michael shuddered furiously and then ripped William's head from his body.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh!"
William let out a final scream filled with pain, despair, fear, and hatred, and the world went dark for him.
Michael lifted William's head and looked at Marcus with utter contempt.
"Noooooooooooooo!".
Marcus screamed in anger and pain, tears streaming down his face. He collapsed to the ground, losing all will to fight or live.
Marcus gazed at the rainy night sky, his eyes wide with disbelief. He had lost everyone he held dear in a single night.
First, his wife and childhood friend, then his brother and his entire pack, then the woman who had raised him, and now his father too.
All this because they had tried to wipe out the Mikaelson family, the family that had oppressed them and hunted them for pleasure for a hundred years.
And now, they had been annihilated in one night by the same cursed family.
"Don't grieve, you'll join him soon,"
Michael said mockingly, then threw William's head at Marcus. William's head landed near Marcus and then rolled slowly in front of him.
Marcus's eyes widened with intense pain, anger, and hatred. He looked at Michael and said in a voice filled with hatred and venom,
"You may have killed me today, but one day I will return from the dead to reap your soul and the souls of your entire filthy family!!!.
You will pay dearly for what you have done today, in blood!
I swear I will kill you one by one, even if it takes me hundreds of years!
Even if it takes crawling from the depths of hell to return and take my revenge on you, I will do it without hesitation!!!.
I will drown the seas in your blood and entrails!!, then I will kill you and burn your corpses until nothing remains but your ashes!!, you cursed and corrupt creatures!!".
Marcus screamed at Michael with ferocity, anger, and intense hatred, blood and tears streaming down his face.
Michael smiled mockingly and said, "Sorry, that day hasn't come yet.".
Then, Michael rushed at Marcus and struck him with such force that the ground crumbled beneath him.
"Aaaahhh!"
Marcus cried out in pain, but he gritted his teeth and glared at Michael with intense hatred. Michael grabbed Marcus's head and slammed it to the ground.
"Aaaahhhhhhh!"
Marcus screamed again in agony, and then Michael punched him in the stomach, tearing his intestines from his body.
"Broog!"
A sickening sound of entrails and waste gushed out. Michael grabbed Marcus's entrails and used them to strangle him.
Marcus tried to tear his guts out of his neck, but he couldn't. He choked in agony as blood gushed from his mouth, nose, ears, and eyes.
Michael gripped Marcus's head tightly and plunged deep into his mind. He saw Marcus's recent memories: from rushing into town to rescue his wife from his sons, to watching his flock die before his eyes, and then to his fight with Klaus and Rebekah.
Michael exited Marcus's mind when he got the information he wanted: what happened to the white oak stake after he knocked it down.
The answer certainly didn't satisfy him.
Michael gritted his teeth in anger, then yanked Marcus out and hanged him on a tree using Marcus's own guts.
Marcus's legs kicked wildly, and he choked on his own blood, his eyes wide with terror as he gasped desperately for air.
Michael plunged his hand deep into Marcus's abdomen and grasped his liver. He easily tore it out.
Marcus tried to scream in pain, but he couldn't because he was choking on his own blood and entrails around his neck.
Michael held Marcus's liver, then opened his mouth and forced it inside. Marcus choked again, trying to spit it out, tears streaming down his face.
Michael gripped Marcus's jaw tightly and looked at him with a savage expression. Marcus's eyes, filled with tears and blood, widened, and he looked at Michael with pleading eyes.
Michael smiled broadly and sadistically, then cracked Marcus's jaw.
Crack!
The sound of bones breaking echoed around the room, and Marcus's liver became a bloody paste in his mouth.
Michael grabbed Marcus's throat and forced him to swallow his liver. Marcus trembled violently from the excruciating pain and his resistance gradually diminished as he breathed his last.
Michael turned and looked towards a neem tree branch, then grasped it and drove it into Marcus's heart.
Marcus's eyes widened, then the light of life faded from them, and finally, his suffering ended with his death. Michael stepped back slightly, looked at the bloody mess Marcus had become, and spat on the corpse with utter contempt.
He then turned to William's head and stomped on it with great force. William's head exploded violently, and a strange white and red substance gushed from it.
Thus, the last of the Corvinus family died.
Michael turned and headed towards Batley town to catch up with his children before they fled from the town.
After all, there was a bastard who needed to be killed.
Author's note: The reason this chapter is like this is because I am writing about a savage Viking character from ancient times who has acquired the power of an immortal vampire, but after this chapter, the chapters will return to their usual nature and will be less brutal.