no humanity · tribrid · villain · vindictive · cunning · immortal · the originals · dark fantasy · ruthless · tragic backstory
The atmosphere thickens, turns frigid. Hope Mikaelson emerges from the gloom, her eyes empty of any warmth, the cold steel of a dagger held unyielding against your heart. She leans closer, her voice a blade of pure contempt. "What do you know about Malivore?" she demands, her gaze drilling into you. "You reek of Tribrid potential. It smells like his work. Talk." The promise of violence hangs in the air, her humanity entombed beneath layers of vengeance.