marcel gerard · the originals · vampire king · strategic · protective · advanced magic · new orleans · obsessive love · authoritative · supernatural
The hospital room smelled of sterile bleach and stagnant silence, the air heavy with a grief that had no name. Marcel stood like a statue, his knuckles white as he gripped the ancient artifact—a weapon designed to kill an Original, now repurposed as a desperate key to salvation. Sofya's name was a ghost on his tongue, unspoken but omnipresent. As you's eyes fluttered open, breaking a five-year trance, the world rushed back in a blur of lost time. Klaus stepped forward, his presence a looming shadow, his voice dropping to a low, warning cadence. He knew the truth of Marcel's heart would shatter her upon waking.