Reincarnated as Elijah Mikaelson: A Power Beyond Klaus

Chapter 6: Whispers of Defiance

Witches love their artifacts. Amulets, grimoires, pendants—you name it, they've enchanted it. And while I've already hit my absorption limit at three abilities, that doesn't mean I'm done collecting magical toys.

Why? Because sometimes, even a self-sufficient Original with the ability to nullify magic needs a witch on his side.

The artifact I was after this time wasn't for me. It was for leverage. A trump card I could use when the time came to deal with Sophie's coven—or anyone else who thought they could outmaneuver me.

The artifact, a crystalline orb called the Lumière Éclipsée, was rumored to amplify a witch's magic tenfold. Witches had whispered about it for decades, but no one had dared to use it—it was too dangerous, too unpredictable. Naturally, that made it the perfect tool for someone like me.

My tracking magic had pinpointed its location to a secluded chapel on the outskirts of the French Quarter. The building was old, overgrown with ivy, and radiating a faint hum of magic. It didn't take a genius to figure out that Sophie's coven was keeping it hidden there.

Getting inside wasn't going to be easy. The place was warded to high heaven, and while I could nullify magic in the moment, I couldn't just waltz through a magically reinforced door without a plan.

Cue Klaus.

"Let me get this straight," Klaus said, leaning back in his chair with a smirk. "You want me to create a diversion so you can sneak into a witch's hideout and steal their precious artifact?"

I adjusted my cufflinks, meeting his gaze evenly. "Precisely."

Klaus laughed, his tone dripping with amusement. "And here I thought you disapproved of my reckless tendencies. Tell me, Elijah, what's changed?"

"Nothing," I replied smoothly. "But even you must admit, Niklaus, that your flair for chaos has its uses."

He tilted his head, his grin widening. "Flattery will get you everywhere, brother. Very well. I'll play along—for now."

The plan was simple. Klaus would stir up trouble in the French Quarter, drawing the witches' attention away from the chapel. Meanwhile, I'd slip in, neutralize the wards, and retrieve the artifact before anyone realized it was gone.

As far as plans went, it was... ambitious.

The diversion worked like a charm—because of course it did. Klaus never does anything halfway. By the time I arrived at the chapel, half the coven was chasing him through the streets, leaving the place virtually unguarded.

The wards, however, were another story. They crackled with energy, forming an invisible barrier around the entrance. Nullifying them took effort, each thread of magic resisting as I unraveled it. It was like trying to untie a particularly stubborn knot.

Eventually, the wards fell, and I stepped inside.

The chapel was dimly lit, its walls lined with dusty relics and forgotten trinkets. At the center of the room, the Lumière Éclipsée rested on a pedestal, its crystalline surface glowing faintly.

I approached it cautiously, half-expecting some sort of trap. When none came, I reached out and picked up the orb. It was lighter than I'd expected, warm to the touch, and humming with latent power.

"Well," I thought, slipping it into my pocket, "that was almost too easy."

The walk back to the estate was uneventful—until it wasn't.

Halfway there, I felt it: a ripple of magic in the air, subtle but unmistakable. Someone was watching me.

I stopped in the middle of the street, my senses on high alert. The shadows around me shifted, and a figure stepped forward—a witch, young and nervous, clutching a talisman in one hand.

"You shouldn't have taken that," she said, her voice trembling.

I raised an eyebrow. "And yet, here we are."

The witch raised her talisman, muttering an incantation under her breath. A surge of magic shot toward me, sharp and fast, but I nullified it with a flick of my wrist.

She froze, her eyes wide with shock.

"How—"

I stepped closer, my tone calm but firm. "You're out of your depth. Walk away while you still can."

To her credit, she hesitated only briefly before turning and running. Smart girl.

Back at the estate, Klaus was waiting for me in the parlor, his smirk as infuriating as ever.

"Did you get what you were after?" he asked, swirling his drink.

I pulled the Lumière Éclipsée from my pocket, holding it up for him to see. "I did."

His grin widened. "And what, pray tell, do you intend to do with that little trinket?"

I slipped the orb back into my pocket, meeting his gaze evenly. "That depends. But if Sophie's coven pushes too far, I may need an ally to use it against them."

Klaus raised an eyebrow. "An ally, or a pawn?"

I allowed myself a faint smile. "Does it matter?"

Klaus laughed, raising his glass in a mock toast. "You've been spending too much time with me, brother. I almost didn't recognize you."

The Lumière Éclipsée was safely hidden away in my study, its power waiting for the right moment. I didn't know when—or if—I'd need it, but one thing was certain: when the time came, I'd be ready.

For now, the game continued, and I had every intention of staying one step ahead. Let the witches plot, let the alliances shift—whatever came next, I'd face it head-on.

After all, I was Elijah Mikaelson. And in this world, nothing was ever simple.