My name was Henrik Torks. On a day just like this one, I was walking to college when a stray bullet took me out. Drive-by shooting. Wrong place, wrong time. I became what the news calls an "unintended casualty."
Cliché, I know. And yeah, as you probably guessed, I got the full transmigrator treatment.
When I came to, I was standing in front of someone who looked human but radiated something far beyond. She introduced herself simply:"My name is GAIA. Some of you mortals call me Mother Earth. I've decided to give you a gift not because you deserve it, but because I feel like it."Then she added, "You may choose one wish, and pick the world you want to enter. Just make sure it's a world that carries my legend, even if I'm not physically present."
No questions. I've read enough fanfics to know how this goes.
I looked her dead in the eye and said, "I want to grow more powerful the longer I live but only after I become a vampire. Let my strength build endlessly with time."
She narrowed her eyes, like she was peering straight through my soul. Maybe she was. I didn't care. In the end, she granted it.
And just like that, my new life began.
I was reborn as Alister Bennet, son of Ana Bennet, nephew of Ayana Bennet. Yeah, that Bennett line. I grew up in the same village as the Mikaelsons close friends with their children, especially Finn. We were born the same year.
Magic came early to me. At six, it awakened in my blood. I was taught by three of the greatest witches I've ever known: my mother, my aunt, and Esther. Growing up again was hell, but I kept my head down and poured myself into magic learning, studying, even creating my own.
My first breakthrough was a spell to lock my grimoire. Not flashy, but necessary. I copied every spell and ritual my family had, preserving the old magic. It was tradition. Esther's spells were harder to get, but I'll get them. Sooner or later.
My body grew, and so did my mind. I trained with Finn and Elijah under Mikael's brutal guidance. The man's a tyrant expects absolute obedience, but I held my own, and so did Finn. We turned fifteen, and Mikael started taking us on missions. My mother wasn't thrilled, but I pushed. She gave in.
Those missions sharpened me. I didn't just fight I learned. I studied tactics, patterns, survival. I adapted. I was reborn, yes but none of my old knowledge mattered here. I had to earn everything again.
Time passed. Seasons changed. My power kept building, becoming harder to hide. By the time I turned twenty, the youngest Mikaelson Henrik was born.
But I wasn't sitting still.
I crafted a spell that could split off fragments of my consciousness and send them into other bodies across the world. Perfect hosts. Different lives. I built a network scattered identities that could learn, observe, influence. Each one tied to me, directly or indirectly.
Why? Because when the storm comes and it will I don't plan on scrambling for allies or resources. I'm setting the board now, piece by piece.
And when it's time to make my move?
The world won't even see me coming.