The moment my eyes fluttered open, the first thing I saw was Ayana , the Bennett witch, handing a baby to his father, Mikael. As Ayana began delivering the second child, her gaze swept over me. She must have seen my surprisingly athletic build, visible even as a newborn.
Mikael, whose expression was usually grumpy, suddenly smiled. "Finally," he declared, "a son with the makings of a warrior!" He lifted me, beaming. "Thank Odin, your name will be Viktor Mikaelson, and you will be a warrior"!
He then glanced at Ayana, who had just delivered the second baby—one who didn't show the same potential as me. He picked us both up, naming my twin brother Niklaus Mikaelson
Viktor, I thought, adjusting to my new identity. I could sense the magic in the air, a comforting presence. At least I'll have something to protect me until I turn. The thought prompted me to start siphoning the ambient magic, but I stopped instantly. Witches viewed siphoners as abominations. Ayana or Esther might target me if they found out.
Mikael gently laid us on our mother's chest. That's when I first saw Esther Mikaelson, exhausted from childbirth—the woman who, in the show, led to the destruction of the Mikaelson family. But this wasn't a show; this was real. I vowed that I wouldn't let that happen this time.
Lying beside me was my new twin, Niklaus—the man who would one day dagger our siblings, kill our mother, and leave our future sister Rebekah in Mikael's custody. A profound sense of hatred for both my parents and my brother already began to stir within me.