Chapter 64: A Dark Promise
The night air was thick with tension, so dense it felt as if the sky itself had turned to stone. The stars, which had always silently watched over Mystic Falls, were dim tonight, as though frightened by what was unfolding beneath their light. The town's usual tranquility had vanished, smeared away by the blood of an innocent girl staining the ground they stood upon. The music had long since died, replaced by a dreadful silence — a silence that clung to the air like a ghost.
Alexander stood at the heart of the crowd, holding Bonnie's body in his arms. His features had turned to stone, lifeless. His eyes — once filled with a darkness forged over centuries of pain — were now hollow, devoid of anything that could be called humanity. The fury rising inside him was like a raging fire, but it wasn't just anger. It was something older… and deeper.
Those who had seen his power before, who had watched him fight with terrifying force, had never seen him like this. It was as if the souls of a thousand dead clung to his shoulders. His body was tense, every cell trembling under the weight of the energy he was trying to contain — and for the first time, Alexander was fighting the desire to unleash it.
Yet he wasn't sure if he even wanted to hold it back.
He raised his eyes to the dark sky above him, searching… perhaps pleading. For a reason to step back. A pretext to save this world from the flood of his wrath, from the looming destruction. His chest rose and fell with heavy breaths, and the entire universe felt small, insignificant, as his gaze drifted across the faces of those he once thought of as family.
Damon, Stefan, the Mikaelsons, Bonnie's closest friends… all of them stood frozen in place, staring at him, as though they too feared the storm building inside him. They didn't understand him. How could they? None of them had lived what he had, none of them carried a curse that had nearly erased his humanity over the centuries.
And in that moment, Alexander spoke.
"I will turn this world to ash."
His words rang through the air like a death knell.
Silence fell. A heavy shadow descended upon them all. And those who dared to look at Alexander saw — with their own eyes — the anger rising to the surface, the storm boiling beneath his calm. The power radiating from him was unmistakable, like a sun before it explodes — immense, unstoppable. It coiled around him like black smoke, thick, saturated with wicked energy.
Then, as if the world itself held its breath, Alexander opened his mouth.
A long moment of silence.
Five seconds.
The air trembled with the weight of tension, dense and suffocating.
Then, as if a dam had burst, a roar erupted from his chest.
A roar not of man.
It was pure rage, unfiltered, unreasoning. A scream that tore through the sky, shaking the earth beneath their feet. A cry of a beast, a creature consumed by fury to its core, and the universe itself seemed to shudder. It echoed through the night, rebounding from trees, houses, and mountains, carrying the weight of centuries of pain, loss, and suffering.
The ground began to quake.
The power that exploded from Alexander surged like a tidal wave, striking everything in its path. The air itself grew dense, charged with his fury. The once-starry sky darkened, as if it couldn't bear witness to what was happening beneath it. A flash of lightning struck in the distance, but it was nothing compared to the storm boiling within him.
Damon and Stefan stood motionless, eyes wide, hearts pounding. They no longer recognized the man before them. He was not the brother who smiled in the face of pain, nor the one who found strength in moments of despair. What they saw was something else. Something darker. More dangerous.
And no one could stop him.
The Mikaelsons — Klaus, Elijah, and Rebekah — stood at the edge of the crowd, their expressions unreadable. Even Klaus, whose lineage had birthed countless horrors, stepped back. This was beyond his comprehension.
As for Sam and Dean Winchester, who had faced more monsters than they could count, they looked upon Alexander with solemn fear. They sensed, with instinct honed by battles and loss, that they stood before something greater than anything they had ever known. As if the earth's own heart was trembling. As if they had witnessed the birth of something darker than any evil they had faced.
And it was Bonnie's death that had sparked it all.
Alexander's love for her, his hope for a future with her, was stolen in a moment. What remained was a shattered soul, ablaze, screaming for vengeance.
His fists clenched, his body trembled under the weight of overwhelming rage. His breaths came heavy, like a storm tearing through the sky, and his eyes — once filled with meaning — now burned wild, mad with sorrow and fury.
He raised his head, eyes narrowing with fierce intensity. The ground beneath him cracked, split open, as if it too could no longer contain the torment within him.
"I will burn this world to the ground," he repeated, but this time, his voice wasn't a whisper… it was a vow. "Until there's nothing left."
And the roar that followed wasn't just for Bonnie.
It was for everything.
For every betrayal. Every scar. Every moment of pain. Every person he had ever loved and lost.
It was a declaration. A warning.
Alexander Salvatore would not stop.
He would not rest… until he took from this world everything it had taken from him.
Even now,
Even after his voice went still,
Even after the roar faded,
The echo still lingered through the ruins of what was meant to be a beautiful wedding. Alexander's scream hadn't just torn through Mystic Falls — it had torn through reality itself. The earth cracked, trees bent backward as if bowing to a new ruler, animals fled the nearby woods, and birds scattered through the sky like leaves in a storm. And for the first time since the town's founding, the silence felt deadly.
Everyone moved on instinct — some rushing to protect their loved ones, others approaching with caution, as though proximity could offer understanding. But no one, not even the Originals, could step toward Alexander now.
Because he was no longer Alexander.
He had become rage itself.
He stood alone in the middle of the bloodstained garden, Bonnie's body still at his feet. His eyes were no longer human. No longer even those of a vampire. They had become something no one could comprehend. Pure blackness, a darkness that had devoured the white of his soul long ago, without anyone noticing.
"Alexander!" Stefan shouted, stepping forward, trying — desperately — to reach his brother. "Look at me! I'm Stefan!"
But Alexander didn't respond.
He didn't blink.
He didn't breathe.
Then he moved — not like a man, but like a force of nature. The air around him twisted, hot and violent. A pulse of magic and rage shoved Stefan ten feet back. Damon caught him before he hit the stone steps.
"Are you okay?" Damon muttered.
"No. No one is okay," Stefan whispered.
Elena reached out, grabbing Damon's hand, while Caroline slowly retreated. Even Klaus, with all his ancient strength and pride, looked at Alexander with an expression that mixed fear with something not seen in his eyes for centuries.
"This is bad," Elijah said quietly.
"Worse than bad," Rebekah muttered. "It's an omen of the end."
And they weren't the only ones who felt it.
New York — Midnight — Lux Club
The lights were dim, and the music pulsed like a rebellious heartbeat across the polished floor, but Lucifer Morningstar was silent. The whiskey glass before him remained untouched, as he leaned forward, his eyes narrowing.
He had heard it.
The scream.
Not with his human ears, but with that part of himself that still remembered Heaven. That still knew what angels were meant to feel when something unnatural touched the Earth. It wasn't just a scream. It was a fracture in the balance of existence.
Lucifer stood slowly, his usual smile gone, replaced by something rare: caution.
"That's not something you hear every day," he muttered, adjusting his jacket. "What the bloody hell are the Salvatores doing now?"
Maz raised her eyes from her drink. "You felt it too?"
"Oh, yes. A soul just shattered… and what's left wants to burn the whole damn universe."
(Important note: Some may ask —
This Lucifer is not the one from the Supernatural universe.
But Sam and Dean do exist.
So how? Simple.
Lucifer Morningstar is the original. The one from Supernatural… was never truly the original.)
Back to Mystic Falls — The Garden
Dean Winchester stepped forward. "Alexander, I know you're still in there. You've fought worse than this. And you survived."
No answer.
Sam tried next. "Whatever this is — whatever power has taken hold of you — we can help. You survived all these years for a reason."
Still nothing.
Then Alexander turned his head.
It wasn't quick. Nor slow. It was… deliberate. Like a predator sensing movement in the dark.
And then — he smiled.
But it wasn't a smile of warmth or affection.
It was a smile of war.
"I'm not possessed," he finally said, his voice cracked, deep, as if the earth had been torn open to let it out. "This is me."
Stefan clenched his fists. "No, it's not. You have to still be in there —"
"I buried him," Alexander said, stepping forward. The ground beneath his feet burned. "I buried that man who let love make him weak. Who smiled, and laughed, and hoped. I buried him beside her."
Damon stepped forward. "Then what are you now?"
Alexander's gaze locked on him.
"I'm what's left."
A surge of unspeakable power burst from him like a tidal wave. Trees bowed, lamps exploded, windows shattered. The entire world seemed to shake.
Stefan shook his head. "There has to be a way to reach him."
"We're past reaching him," Klaus said darkly. "We have to contain him."
"Try," Alexander whispered, raising his hand.
A ball of black fire exploded — Stefan barely dodged it. Damon shielded Elena. Caroline flew into Klaus's arms.
And the Originals saw the truth — this wasn't just grief.
It was something cosmic.
Lucifer Morningstar was already on his way.
Because even Hell had started to whisper.
Something had awakened.
And it wore Alexander's face.
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