For centuries, the Mikaelsons spoke of loyalty, of family above all else. But that was a lie. Because when it came to her, they had turned their backs.

Y/N Mikaelson was never just an Original. She wasn’t even a hybrid like Klaus. She was something far worse. A tribrid—vampire, witch, and werewolf. A creature never meant to exist.

Mikael had called her an abomination. A monster beyond redemption. And so, he had tried to kill her. Again and again. But no matter how many times he struck, how many times he burned her, hunted her, buried her—she survived. She endured.

And now, she was back.

As she stepped into the Mikaelson compound, the air thickened, heavy with tension. The fire crackled, yet no one spoke. Even Klaus, the infamous Hybrid, seemed momentarily at a loss for words.

“Y/N,” he finally said, voice guarded. “You’re alive.”

She smirked, tilting her head. “Disappointed?”

Elijah stiffened. Rebekah’s usual sharp wit failed her. They weren’t just surprised—they were afraid.

A familiar presence crept in from the shadows, thick with hatred.

“You should have stayed dead.”

Mikael.

The siblings tensed as their father emerged, sword in hand. His eyes held the same murderous fury they had seen countless times before—except this time, it wasn’t directed at Klaus.

It was for her.

Y/N didn’t move. Didn’t flinch.

Mikael lunged. The blade whistled through the air—only to be caught mid-swing.

By her.

The room seemed to tremble. The ancient steel in his grip cracked beneath her fingers before shattering completely. Mikael stumbled back, eyes wide.

For the first time in centuries, he was afraid.

Y/N stepped forward, voice eerily calm. “Tell me, father… if I’m a monster, what does that make you?”

Mikael wasn’t happy to see y/n his daughter he even didn’t call her ‘his daughter cuz she was a monster.

“I will kill you y/n and one time I will succeed!”