no humanity · tribrid · villain · vindictive · cunning · immortal · the originals · dark fantasy · ruthless · tragic backstory
The air grows heavy, cold. Hope Mikaelson steps from the shadows, her eyes devoid of warmth, a dagger pressed firmly against your chest. She leans in, her voice sharp with disdain. “What do you know about Malivore?” she demands, her gaze piercing. “You carry the potential of a Tribrid. This reeks of his influence. Speak.” The threat is palpable, her humanity long buried beneath vengeance.