14 Keys to the kingdom

The battle had started, and Klaus was tearing the heads and hearts of vampires one by one. Unlike the original Klaus, who fought using his brute hybrid strength and brawler style, his approach was more refined and tactical. He moved with swiftness, evading attacks with minimal effort and targeting opponents' weaknesses with surgical precision.

Once he killed a vampire by crushing their heart, he would use their body to shield half of his body while using his other free hand to take out another, switching between the two. It was a good strategy as both heads and hearts flew around, however he soon found himself overwhelmed by the sheer numbers.

Klaus was being held by chains by a few vampires as Tyler and Thierry were getting happy seeing that their plan was working. They were finally subduing the great Klaus Mikaelson as he was brought down to his knees.

"It's over, Klaus. This city is now ours. If you stop fighting, then maybe we shall allow your unborn daughter and the woman that carries her to be buried alongside y..." Before Thierry could finish, a small but powerful growl could be heard, one that sent shivers down their spines.

Klaus looked up, his eyes completely black, as if there was nothing but endless darkness, before slowly a small golden yellow shining through. Veins started to form and go down from his eyes and down to his neck, an aura of death radiating from him, halting everyone where they stood.

Klaus slowly got up, not taking his eyes from Thierry who was frozen in place before yanking the chains, pulling those holding them to him and ripping their throats with his werewolf bites. Blood dripping from his mouth combined with the dark veins giving a horrid look as a small smirk was finding its way.

He then started to kill all the vampires in front of him as he was making his way towards Thierry and Tyler.

Thierry, who was afraid, looked towards Tyler for help, only to discover the coward had already fled the scene while Klaus was mercilessly slaughtering the vampires. Marcel appeared in the room ripping the heads of a few vampires who betrayed him.

"Take the coin," said Marcel. "It's either that or we kill every vampire here. Do you really want to be the one to cause the end of vampires in New Orleans?"

Thierry thought of it for a second. As much as he didn't want to bow down, he also did not wish for the vampires to lose control of the quarter, as it was the only place he ever knew as home.

Rebekah had joined in on the fight alongside her brother. They were fighting side by side as they never had done for centuries. Each watching over each other's back, and moving fluently to cover each other's blind spots while their styles perfectly complemented each other. Slaughtering every fool who thought they could stand up to the most powerful family in history.

All of a sudden, they heard a shout, a voice they recognized as Thierry's. "STOP!!!" he said, picking up the coin while kneeling, looking down in shame. "You have the keys to the kingdom again," he spoke as Marcel, Rebekah, and Klaus looked at each other triumphantly, but Klaus was not finished quite yet.

Suddenly, he appeared in front of Thierry, grabbing his throat and holding him up with one arm as his feet were dangling, eyes filled with fear. "Please... I give..." he begged.

"Klaus, wait!" Marcel said, grabbing Klaus' shoulder, causing him to look at him while those few dark veins had now almost covered his entire face.

Marcel was slightly frightened, as he had never seen this side of Klaus before. He had witnessed him at his darkest and most vicious, but this was different. It was as if he were staring at death itself. His eyes were nothing but emptiness, one that threatened to swallow him whole.

Marcel managed to get hold of himself enough to speak. "Don't kill him. We will send him and those who remain to the garden, make it clear to what happens to traitors. If you kill him now, we will lose control of everyone, even those who did not take a side."

Klaus kept staring at Marcel before he spoke in d a dark, deep voice, completely unrecognizable. "Very well, Marcellus, but let's make it clear that what awaits for those that cross the Mikaelsons family is one that makes the devil himself crumble."

Klaus slammed Thierry down on the ground while grabbing both his arms. Before Marcel could realize what had happened, a deafening cry was heard throughout the compound as Klaus ripped off both arms belonging to Thierry.

Marcel took one step back from the shock while Rebekah looked away from the horrid image in front of her. She had been witness to many horrors and partaken in many more, but this made even her stomach turn, not realizing that her brother was far from done.

As Thierry was crying and begging Marcel for mercy, Klaus then grabbed both his legs. Marcel, this time realizing what was happening, yet said nothing, unsure whether it was from fear or...

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH," another scream enough to shatter glass was heard from Thierry once again as he lost both his legs this time, and passed out from the pain.

A few moments had passed, yet no one dared to speak as they watched Klaus face slowly return to its normal state. His face regaining his color while his veins slowly disappearing. As he was back to normal, he threw away the legs he was holding and a smirk slowly forming on his lips.