The Boy King's Journey in TVD/TO As A Mikaelson

Mael activated his first protection as Vali's darkness surged toward him - divine light making his form impervious to shadow.

The Dragon's attack passed through him harmlessly, though maintaining the shield made his muscles strain.

"Impressive trick," Vali's draconic voice rumbled as he circled his opponent. "But how many can you maintain at once?"

Mael didn't respond. He added a second protection - immunity to physical force - just as Vali's tail whipped toward him with devastating speed.

The impact should have shattered mountains, but Mael stood unmoved.

"Two already," Vali observed. "Feeling the strain yet?"

The crater around them deepened as they clashed. Vali's darkness met Mael's light in explosions that made reality shudder.

Each time the Dragon seemed to land a hit, Mael's protections shifted to counter the specific threat.

But Vali noticed something interesting - Mael couldn't maintain more than three protections at once, and each change left a brief moment of vulnerability.

The mark pulsed as Vali launched simultaneous attacks - darkness from above, physical force from the side, and something else, rising from below.

Mael's protections flickered as he tried to counter all three. For just a moment, his divine shield wavered.

The Dragon's claws found flesh.

Celestial blood painted the crater's walls as Mael stumbled back, his armor finally breached. His remaining protection prevented death, but pain was another matter entirely.

"You sacrificed your army," Vali's voice carried cold fury. "Your own brothers and sisters. For what? To free Silas? To challenge me?"

"To restore order," Mael spat blood that burned like stars. "To end the abomination that dares claim kingship over-"

The mark blazed crimson as Vali struck again, faster this time. Mael's protections shifted desperately, but the Dragon had found his rhythm now.

Each attack forced another change, another strain, another moment of vulnerability. Mael's divine power began to flicker like a dying star.

But then something changed. The angel's eyes blazed with borrowed light as he drew on the power of his sacrificed brothers. His form grew larger, brighter, terrible in its borrowed majesty.

"You're not the only one who can transform," Mael's voice echoed with thousands of dead angels' voices.

Divine light poured from Mael's wounds like liquid starfire as he rose, his form blazing with the power of countless sacrificed angels. "Look at what you've become," he snarled. "A creature of darkness sitting on creation's throne."

Vali's draconic form shifted, darkness coiling around him as the mark pulsed steadily. "Is that what this is about? Your wounded pride?"

"Pride?" Mael's laugh carried echoes of his dead brothers. "This is about order. About right. In His absence, you've become creation's default authority. You - a being born of evil, who treats reality itself like clay to be molded."

Another clash, their powers making the earth beneath them crack. Mael's protections shifted rapidly now, drawing on his borrowed strength.

"The universe needs proper guidance," Mael continued, divine light burning brighter. "Not some self-proclaimed king who collects souls like trinkets. Once you're gone, I'll remake everything. Restore proper hierarchy."

"Ah," Vali's voice carried dark understanding. "So that's why you needed Silas free. You're not strong enough to seal me alone, even with your brothers' power."

"The first immortal has his uses," Mael admitted, launching another assault. "And unlike you, he understands his place in the proper order of things."

The mark blazed as Vali countered, his darkness meeting Mael's borrowed light. "And what order would that be? Yours?"

"Better mine than yours," Mael's wings spread impossibly wide, borrowed power making reality strain.

"I've watched you for centuries. Watched you bend laws that should be absolute, corrupt souls that should be pure. You're a cancer in creation's flesh."

Their powers clashed again, but this time something was different. The mark's crimson light began to eat through Mael's divine protections like acid through paper.

"You speak of order," Vali's voice rumbled with ancient certainty.

"Of proper authority. Yet here you stand, having murdered your own brothers, allied with Satan himself, all because you cannot bear to kneel before power greater than your own."

Blood continued to paint the crater as they continued their dance of destruction, each blow carrying more power. Carrying their wills - order versus power.

The universe itself seemed to hold its breath, waiting to see which vision of creation would prevail.

Suddenly, Smokeless fire erupted from beneath as Satan bit into Vali's leg. Vali's darkness barely shifted to counter, the attack more an irritation than a genuine threat.

"Did you forget about me?" Satan's hissed. The ground split open as gates to Jinnistan and Hell tore through dimensions.

Armies of corrupted djinn and demons poured forth - their forms twisted by infernal power.

Vali clicked his tongue, the sound oddly human coming from his draconic form. The mark pulsed once as he tore open his own realm.

His family emerged first - the Originals moving with lethal grace, followed by his children, each carrying different aspects of his power.

Elena and Stefan appeared transformed, white light and golden fire coming with them. Damon, Caroline, Tyler, and Bonnie followed, alongside legions of vampires, hybrids, werewolves, and witches loyal to the King.

The crater that was once Mystic Falls became a battlefield. Djinn wielding smokeless fire clashed with vampires moving faster than thought.

Demons faced werewolves whose savagery matched their corruption. Witches and warlocks painted the air with competing magics.

Klaus led a charge of hybrids, their dual magical nature making them particularly effective against Satan's forces.

Elijah moved through the battlefield with lethal precision, cutting all to pieces like the wind - as is the elemental power he has authority over, while Kol's knowledge of the weaknesses of the djinn proved devastating against them with his authority over water.

Victoria's healing magic kept their forces fighting while Roderick's hateful power turned his scars into weapons.

The twins moved in perfect sync, cutting through demon ranks like a dance of death.

Marcus's illusions made them uncertain, while Cassandra's magic found kindred spirits in the destruction.

Above it all, three beings of impossible power continued their own battle - dragon, angel, and devil locked in combat that made the world strain.

But even as armies clashed below, Vali's attention remained fixed on Mael. Satan was an annoyance, the armies a distraction.

The true threat was the angel who dared to attempt to remake creation in his own image.

Klaus tore through a line of djinn, their smokeless fire useless against his power. "Just like old times, brother?" he called to Elijah, who was systematically dismantling a group of demons.

"Though the company has declined somewhat," Elijah replied, adjusting his cuffs between kills.

Above them, Vali's draconic form moved, the mark's crimson light cutting through Mael's protections while simultaneously deflecting Satan's attacks.

The devil's presence was becoming more irritating and more irritating by the minute, like a gnat buzzing around a storm.

Elena's white light carved paths through the demon ranks, while Stefan's golden fire turned hell-spawned flesh to ash.

"Father's holding back," Adrian observed from his strategic position, analyzing the battle patterns. "He's letting them think they have a chance."

Cassandra's dark magic danced with demon fire as she laughed. "When doesn't he? Everything's always a lesson with him."

The twins moved in perfect sync, their combined power creating zones of absolute death where nothing corrupted could exist. "The real question," Diana began, with Dante finishing: "is what lesson this is meant to teach."

Bonnie, channeling power from both her ancestors and the Bennett line, turned dozens of djinn to stone with a single gesture.

"Fascinating," Damon commented as he snapped a demon's neck, "how family reunions escalate these days."

But something was changing in the battle above.

Mael's borrowed power began to show more and more strain - using his brothers' strength while maintaining multiple protections was taking its toll. Satan, noticing this, increased his attacks, trying to compensate.

The mark pulsed once, and suddenly everyone felt it - that same vast, ancient presence they'd glimpsed before, but stronger now. Building.

Vali wasn't just fighting.

He was waiting.

"Something's wrong," Marcus called out, his illusions revealing patterns in the chaos. "Satan's attacks... they're not random. They're-"

"Herding," Adrian finished, his tactical mind seeing it now. "They're trying to position Father for something."

The air above crackled with divine energy as Mael's form blazed brighter, drawing deeper on his borrowed power. Satan's armies began to move with more purpose, forming specific configurations across the battlefield.

"A ritual circle," Bonnie realized, her witch senses screaming warnings. "They're turning the entire battlefield into-"

Vali's roar cut through her words as chains of pure fiery light suddenly erupted from the ground formed from Heaven and Hell's power.

"Finally," Mael's voice carried triumphant exhaustion. "Silas sends his regards."

The first immortal's power, combined with Heaven's might and Hell's corruption, formed bonds that even the mark struggled against. The world itself seemed to crack as ancient magics collided.

But then something unexpected happened.

Vali laughed.

The sound carried such genuine amusement that even Satan paused his assault. 

"Brother?" Klaus called up, recognizing that tone. "Care to share the joke?"

"Did you really think," Vali's draconic voice rumbled with dark pleasure, "that I didn't know exactly what you were planning? That every move, every position, every supposed victory wasn't precisely where I needed you to be?"

The mark's crimson light spread across the battlefield in precise patterns - patterns that had been forming since the first clash, hidden beneath the chaos of combat.

"You see," Vali's voice carried casual pleasure despite the chains binding him, "while you were so focused on positioning me, you failed to notice how I was positioning you."

Mael's borrowed light flickered as understanding dawned. Every retreat, every seemingly defensive move from Vali's forces had been deliberate.

The entire battlefield had become a vast sigil, with Heaven's commander and Hell's lord as unwitting components.

"Impossible," Satan snarled, trying to retreat as crimson light began to rise around him. "The power required to trap beings of our level-"

"Would be immense," Vali agreed pleasantly. "Almost as immense as, say, the combined might of Heaven's sacrificed Host? The power you so kindly gathered for me?"

Mael's wings spread in desperate attempt to flee, but the mark's light had already begun its work. "You can't possibly control this much divine energy-"

"Control?" Vali's laugh echoed as his draconic form began to shift, the chains shattering like glass. "Who said anything about control?"

The mark blazed like a newborn sun as reality itself began to bend around them. All the power Mael had stolen from his brothers, all the corruption Satan had gathered - it was being redirected, reshaped.

"After all," Vali's voice carried perfect satisfaction as darkness began to spread across the sky, "someone once told me that proper authority requires proper sacrifice."

Before the mark's power could complete its pattern, two figures materialized on the battlefield with impossible speed.

Silas's hand plunged into Stefan's chest while Amara's fingers wrapped around Elena's throat - both drinking deep from their doppelgangers before anyone could react.

Stefan and Elena collapsed, their transformed bodies crumbling as their souls fled to Vali's realm. Golden fire and white light extinguished in an instant.

"My, my," Silas's voice carried playful arrogance as he stretched, "Almost had them there, didn't you, old friend?"

Vali's draconic form shifted slightly, the mark pulsing with something almost like amusement. "Silas. Still making dramatic entrances, I see."

"Well, you know me," Silas smiled, power rolling off him in waves as Amara took her place beside him. "I do love a good show. Though I must say, your setup was quite impressive. Using their own power against them?" He slow-clapped. "Classic you."

"And drinking from your doppelgangers? Classic you." Vali's response carried dark entertainment rather than fury. "Still thinking three steps ahead while missing the bigger picture."

"Oh?" Silas's eyes gleamed as he jumped and punched at Vali, nearly sending the Dragon flying in the sky.

"And what picture would that be? The one where you bind us all with stolen divine might?" He gestured to Mael and Satan as Vali caught himself.

"Four against one now, old friend. Care to recalculate your odds?" the immortal finished with a grin filled with teeth.

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(Author note: Hello everyone! I hope you all enjoyed the chapter! 

As you can see, this is the finale battle. The climax of it all, the ending of this fic.

Wow, I'm actually finishing this...

It's awesome thinking about it.

So yeah, do please comment and review if you haven't and I hope to see you all later,

Bye!)