Chapter 114 [Vault]

Title - The Tribrid of Many Lives | Chapter 1 | Male MC

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Death, an embrace that I had grown…very used to, to a rather intimate level. For I had lived three lives, three lives of great importance. I suppose I could have more…but I had yet to remember any of them, so who knows.  

Everytime I had died so far, I had remembered my previous lives just before death, as I was succumbing to its embrace. 

In one life, I had died in the arms of my son. In the second, I had died in the sands of a planet I had come to call home. And in the third, I had died all alone. 

One life was shackled by rage, one by fate, and the last by betrayal and manipulation. Each of my lives had ended in a less than…fun way, all of them before I had accomplished all that I had wanted to. 

There was one thing that I had in common in each of my lives, and that was that I was “The Chosen One” destined to change things, to save my world or universe from the great enemies that plagued it. And in each of my lives, this supposed “Chosen One” and “Prophecy” ended in an eventual death. 

But this time, this time things would be different, for even at birth, I remembered and more than that, I could utilize the power of my previous lives, albeit weakened in…certain aspects. I am not sure if this was a blessing from Death itself, but…I would not waste this chance. 

For my names are Anakin Skywalker, Lord of the Sith, and the one chosen by the force. Paul Atreides, Emperor of the Atreides Empire, and the Lisan Al Gaib. And Harry Potter, the Master of Death, and the Chosen one. 

But now…now my name is Magnus Mikaelson, Son of Niklaus Mikaelson, and this, this is my story. 

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[New Orleans, Louisiana] [Date: May 2nd, 2012]

Within a Church, screams of pain echoed through its sacred halls, the screams of a woman. A beautiful dark brown haired woman, the woman known as Hayley Marshall. 

She was being held down to a table, one woman and two teens holding her down as she screeched in pain, for she was pregnant, and was in the process of giving birth. Not just any birth, but the birth of the Child of the Hybrid, Klaus Mikaelson. 

“Let go of me you bitch!” She screamed, trying to pry herself free from their hold. The woman known as “Genevieve” , a witch, held her by the shoulder, keeping her down as she struggled to do so. Even as a Werewolf like she was, Hayley couldn’t pry herself free from their grips, too weak from the labor she was currently going through. 

Soon the front doors to the church flew open, as a man marched in, blood trickling down his mouth and rage in his eyes. One of the guards watching over the labor, walked towards him to stop him, only for his head to fly to the side, as the man known as Niklaus Mikaelson, the Original Hybrid, and the man that had impregnated Hayley. 

Before Klaus could reach them, he was lifted off the ground, as Genevieve, Monque Deveraux and Abigail lifted the man with magic, before launching him into the wall behind them, and holding him there as he groaned in pain, using all the strength he had to try and pry himself free from their magic, only to fail. 

Hayley moaned and groaned in pain as Genevieve walked to her side, a dagger in hand.

“You should know this brings me no joy. I promise I’ll make it quick” Genevieve said, looking at Klaus before a blanket was put over Hayley. 

“Let’s begin, shall we?” Genevieve said as she looked to her fellow witches, and other helpers. 

“No, No!” Hayley screamed, as she tried to kick Genevieve in the face, only for her to be held down, a scream of pain echoing from her again. 

“I will bring hell to your doorstep!” “One last push, the babies almost here!” “I will bathe in rivers of your blood!” Klaus roared as Genevieve coached Hayley, as Hayley tried to hold it back, for she could not allow her baby to be born. 

The witches of New Orleans wanted the child for one thing and one thing only, a sacrifice, one that would grant them immense power. 

“I can see the baby!” Monique said at Genevieve’s side. “Ok now push! Gently, Gently” “You will die screaming!” Klaus screamed in rage, as Hayley let out one last scream as Genevieve spoke. 

“There, there” Genevieve said, as the sound of a baby cooing entered Hayley and Klaus’s ears. 

The cries of the child brought Klaus to silence, as he looked down upon his daughter, as Genevieve held her in her hands. 

“You have a beautiful baby daughter” Genevieve said, before stopping as the yell of Monique broke the silence. 

“Another! There’s another baby!” Monique said, as Genevieve turned to her with wide eyes. 

“What? That-that can’t be possible, the ancestors-” “The baby is almost here already! You have to push!” Monique said, as Genevieve handed the baby girl to the nearest person, before moving over as Hayley screamed in pain again, one long scream retching itself from her lips as yet another Mikaelson was brought into the world. 

“A-a son. You-you have twins” Genevieve said in shock, as the younger twins' umbilical cord was cut. Unlike his sister, this twin was dead silent, as it silently looked around slightly. It was alive, and well, but it was…silent.

“Tw-twins” Hayley whispered, as Klaus looked down upon his son, wide eyed. 

“We-we must start the sacrifice as soon as the moon sets with the morning sky” Genevieve said, as she held the daughter in her hands, the son being held by Monique. 

“Please, please can I hold them?” Hayley begged, as she looked at her newborn twins, her son and her daughter. 

Hearing this, Genevieve glanced down to the babies, before walking forward and handing them to Hayley, who was brought to tears as she held her children. Getting a better look at his son and daughter, Klaus fought tears down, only for his eyes to widen. 

Holding her neck, Hayley gurgled blood as Monique walked up behind her and slit her throat, all while she held her children. 

“NOOOO!” Klaus roared in fury, as he fought against the constraints, screams of rage and pain echoed through the halls of the church, as the group walked off, but not before snapping the man’s neck, as he thudded to the ground. He would awake, but it would be too late to stop the sacrifice by the time he did.

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[3rd POV] [???????]

‘It would seem every life I live, always has an awful childhood’ The baby boy thought, his gaze traveling to the face of the teen that was holding him. 

The child who had lived thrice inwardly frowned, as he attempted to call upon the force, only to find that it was…weakened, massively so. Not only that, but his magic wasn’t responding to his call, and his “Sight” was not working. 

‘...It seems I need to reach an appropriate age before I can access the full extent of my sight and magic. And the Force…simply needs retraining, at least, that is what I hope’ The child thought, not liking the sensation of being weak. 

In his life as Anakin Skywalker, he was one of the most powerful force users to ever live, if not the most powerful. Only a handful could contend against him, such as his Son, Luke, and the bastard that had brought him all the pain in that life, Palpatine.  

In his life as Harry Potter, he had lived to over 80 and had mastered many spells, especially once his wife Hermione had passed, leaving him all alone to grow and learn, as his wife had insisted. 

In his life as Paul Atreides, his “Sight” or “Prescience” let him clearly see the future, and remember every minute detail, even if he could do nothing to overcome it. 

‘But now that I have all my memories, or at least, three of them, perhaps this will be my last life? Or perhaps me being the Master of Death had some sort of effect on my reincarnation? I know that the Wand, Cloak, and Stone are still bound to me, even now. I can feel them, the damned tattoo that holds them on my wrist’ The child thought the tattoo was a marker, one that identified him as the Master of Death, and the true wielder of the Deathly Hallows. On his right shoulder was also the marker of the Crescent birthmark, a marker that those who were born into the Labonair pack. 

Inwardly frowning, the son of Klaus felt as exhaustion soon began to overwhelm him, for he had just been born, and it seemed his body was already pushed to its limit. 

Slowly his baby eyes began to flutter to a close, as like his sister, he began to fall asleep, all the while, he had one thought on his mind. 

‘Curse…this…baby…body’

____________________________________________________________________________________That’s the end of the chapter!

Basically just an introduction chapter and that is about it. 

Magnus, the Mc, is the reincarnation of Anakin Skywalker, Paul Atreides, and Harry Potter. But he will have to grow and gain access to those powers first before he can use them again. 

Love interest will be Hope, as people seemed to agree that it was okay and it worked. Which means this is an Inc*st fic, so if you don’t like that sort of thing, then you probably won’t like this vault fic. 

Anyways, have a good day!