The Originals/Underworld: The Elder Mikaelson

Berlin, 2009

Rain fell in sheets across Berlin's industrial district, drumming against metal and concrete in an endless rhythm. Through the deluge, two figures moved with inhuman grace across the rooftops of abandoned warehouses. Their black clothes melded with the darkness, making them nearly invisible to the untrained eye.

Christian Valentine, once a dying man in a future that would never come, now one of the deadliest assassins in the world, felt the familiar surge of adrenaline as he and his brother in all but blood, Raizo, approached their target. The Ozunu Clan's compound lay ahead, a fortress masquerading as an ordinary industrial complex.

Tonight would end a legacy of pain and suffering. Tonight, the Ozunu Clan would fall.

Christian's heightened senses detected movement in the shadows below. The clan's ninja were positioning themselves, preparing for what they thought would be a simple execution of traitors. He smiled inwardly at their arrogance. They had no idea what was coming.

"They're surrounding us," Raizo whispered, his voice barely audible above the rain.

Christian nodded, his violet eyes scanning the darkness. "Let them come. It's fitting that they witness the end of their empire."

The rain intensified as they reached their position. Lightning flashed across the sky, illuminating dozens of black-clad figures emerging from the shadows. Among them stood Lord Ozunu himself, his presence commanding even at a distance.

"My sons return home," Ozunu's voice carried across the wind. "Though only one shall leave alive."

Christian's hand moved to his kyoketsu-shoge, the familiar weight of the weapon bringing clarity to his mind. He had died once before, lived two lives, and now faced death again. But this time, it would mean something.

"They were never your sons," Christian's voice cut through the rain like steel. "They were your slaves. But tonight, that chain breaks."

The battle erupted with explosive violence. Christian and Raizo moved as one, their years of training together evident in every synchronized movement. The kyoketsu-shoge in Christian's hands became a blur of motion, its chain wrapping around enemies while its blade found vital points with surgical precision.

Christian's fighting style was a perfect fusion of raw power and technical mastery. Each movement flowed into the next, his body moving through the forms ingrained through years of brutal training. But unlike the mindless weapons Ozunu sought to create, Christian fought with purpose and clarity.

Blood mixed with rain as the battle intensified. Christian's enhanced senses registered every movement, every attack. He could hear the whisper of blades through air, feel the vibrations of footsteps across wet concrete. His body responded without conscious thought, dodging and countering with inhuman precision.

Through the chaos, Christian kept track of Raizo. They had planned this attack meticulously, knowing it would likely be their last stand together. As more ninja fell, Ozunu himself entered the fray, his presence changing the dynamics of the battle instantly.

The old master moved with impossible speed, his technique refined by centuries of practice. Christian watched as Ozunu engaged Raizo, their battle becoming a deadly dance of blade and shadow.

Then Christian saw it – the slight shift in Ozunu's stance, the almost imperceptible draw of a concealed bow. Time seemed to slow as his mind calculated trajectory and consequence. The arrow would pierce Raizo's heart before he could react.

In that moment, Christian made his choice. He had lived two lives already, experienced death once before. Raizo had only lived one life, and it had been full of pain. He deserved the chance at something more.

Christian's body moved without hesitation, crossing the space between them in a blur of motion. He saw Raizo's eyes widen in recognition of what was about to happen. The arrow left Ozunu's bow with deadly accuracy.

The impact felt like ice in his chest. Christian's enhanced body tried to heal, to reject the foreign object, but the arrow had been crafted specifically to kill those with their abilities. He could feel the poison spreading through his system.

"No!" Raizo's voice carried equal parts rage and anguish.

Christian smiled, even as blood filled his lungs. "Live, brother," he managed to say. "Live free."

The last thing Christian saw was Raizo's face transform with fury as he turned to face Ozunu. The last thing he heard was the clash of steel on steel. The last thing he felt was satisfaction, knowing his death would fuel the rage needed to end the Ozunu Clan once and for all.

Then darkness claimed him, and Christian Valentine died for the second time.

But death, as he had learned before, was not always the end.

In the infinite white void that followed, a figure waited. Its smile was both welcoming and unsettling, its presence both familiar and alien. Truth had been expecting him.

"Welcome back, mortal," Truth said, its voice echoing with otherworldly resonance. "Shall we discuss your next life?"

[To be continued...]