AN: the update for Priestess of the gods is taking longer than I thought. I'm a little stuck and not sure how to move from the first part of the story to the second part so writing has been a little slow. As a treat, I decided to write a not-so-serious fanfic. This is just for fun and romance with an OP main character (sorry, not sorry).

Oh, and I don't mean to plagiarize anyone's story. I just like the idea of Death and Nature existing as a duality in the world. While Nature favors her witches, Death will favor his vampires. I'm doing something similar, but instead, Creation is the father of everything in the Universes. His children are Nature and other beings with different domains in creation.

There are two perspectives. Both in the first person.

Enjoy!

Chapter 1 - Father and Daughter

There's nothing worse for a fan than when your favorite TV show starts to suck and the creators start killing off your favorite characters. Except it wasn't a TV show. She did not know that she was watching the lives and events of real individuals who existed behind the veil that separated the different universes that I had created.

I was rewatching The Vampire Diaries at 1.5 times speed on Netflix and I finally realized how bad the show got after the third season when the creators wrote themselves into a corner with the introduction of the Original family. Since vampires grow stronger with age, there was no way Elena and her friends - a bunch of humans, a baby witch, and baby vampires- could overpower the Originals. But the Originals were the antagonists and they had to lose, so they pulled an Upgraded Original Vampire out of their asses with Esther's spell to turn Alaric to Kill Klaus. But, they needed Klaus for the spin-off, and since killing an Original kills their bloodline which would mean killing a good portion of their protagonists - Damon, Stefan, and Caroline - they put Klaus in Tyler's body. Most of the characters on the show are either useless or cannon fodder, like Tyler, Jeremy, and Matt, and the writers tried to shove them into important storylines every season. Not to mention the 'supposedly' all-powerful Hybrid army that Klaus worked so hard to create were a bunch of weaklings that had their heads cut off and their hearts ripped out by baby vampires.

The Originals - the Mikaelson family - are all about loyalty to their own and yet they did nothing when Finn died. Then Kol died and only Klaus mourned his little brother's death. Rebekah decided to trust the people who killed her older brother, rather than rip Elena's heart out, and went on a hiking trip with them. Then, the magical unicorn known as Elena Gilbert shoved the cure down Katerina Petrova's throat, turning her human. I watched the fifth season only because I got great satisfaction when Silas locked Stefan in a safe to drown repeatedly and the sixth season because Kai Parker was a badass and the idea of the Siphoners were interesting.

Plot armor sucks when you like the villains more than the heroes.

I didn't touch the Originals because I hated Hayley. She was a manipulative bitch, no offense to Phoebe Tonkin (I really liked her on H2O). By watching a few videos on YouTube, the whole baby plotline on the show was dumb and only brought about the downfall of the Original family. And then, an overpowered witch, werewolf, and vampire baby tribrid came along to show up every other supernatural being. I think there was also an aunt and an older sister. No, thank you. The only things that seemed interesting were the flashbacks I saw on YouTube about the Originals' first sires after they became vampires. It was interesting to see how vulnerable they were before a thousand years of life hardened them.

I shut the laptop before I could watch Kol die at the hands of Elena and Jeremy Gilbert.

I had always liked the Originals because I felt like I could relate to them one way or another. . They were a dysfunctional family. I never had any siblings, but I've heard and seen people talk about how annoying their siblings are. I can't imagine what it would be like to be living with 5 siblings for over 1000 years. No wonder Klaus likes to dagger them.

The only person I never liked was Esther. I never understood how she, a powerful witch, could allow her children to be bullied by her very weak human husband. She claims to love her children so much that she can't bear to lose them that she turned them into immortal vampires, but Niklaus was beaten so much to the point where he was afraid his father would kill him. She allowed her children to grow so afraid, so traumatized, by their father that, even when they became immortal and strong, they were still so scared of him that they ran rather than face and kill him together.

To me, Mikael was a weak man who acted strong. An angry man who abused his children, who were weaker than him, in the name of making them stronger. Even as an adult, Klaus was afraid of Mikael, proving that his beating actually made them weaker and afraid rather than strong and fearless. I highly doubt that Klaus was the only one of his children he took his anger out on. And Esther, his witch wife, allowed all of it to happen.

Finn was the favorite son. The one who wasn't beaten by his father and stayed closer to his mother. There's barely anything about Finn on the show, but I can't help but feel like his great devotion to his mother is because he was the only child she protected from Mikael. Mikael's beatings brought the younger four siblings closer together but distanced Finn from his siblings. I can't help but think Esther manipulated him from the time he was a child.

Elijah became a father and protector to his siblings at a young age. He always had to be controlled and mature, and give his younger siblings the love they never got from their parents. But he was still a child and afraid of his father, which is why he helped Mikael bind Klaus for Esther to curse him. I think that act against his younger brother, whom he was supposed to protect, made him carry so much guilt that he felt like he failed his younger brother, which caused him to become undoubtedly loyal to Klaus no matter what he did, even if it meant helping to dagger his siblings. Elijah felt responsible for Klaus becoming cruel that he looks for every chance he can get to redeem Klaus. When he thought that Klaus had dropped his siblings in the ocean, he lost faith in his brother and felt like he had failed Finn, Kol, and Rebekah. He was the one who helped Klaus dagger them, allowed them to be put in a state where they were at Klaus mercy, where they couldn't defend themselves from their cruel brother. He feels like he owes it to them to kill Klaus, to get revenge for his siblings by killing Klaus.

I related to Klaus the most. Not knowing my parents always made me wonder why they gave me up. Was I so unloveable that they didn't want me? I'm sure Klaus wondered similarly about why he always took the brunt of Mikael's anger. No matter what he did to please his father, he was always unloved. Nothing he did was ever enough and the not knowing must have eaten away at him. I'm sure finding out that he was illegitimate made him feel isolated from his siblings. He was his mother's shame so she never protected him from his father's abuse. And the fact that he didn't share the same father as them made him cling to his siblings, demanding their absolute love and loyalty, but feeling abandoned whenever they fell short of the affection he wanted, in the case of Rebekah, and feeling left behind by Kol who was constantly traveling. He said it was to protect them, but he just didn't want them to leave him. Why couldn't they see that? They always saw the worst in him, but they're the ones who always made him feel insecure, inadequate, unneeded. He was afraid they would leave him. So he daggered them and Elijah, his older brother and his best friend, thought he was so evil that he would drop his siblings in the ocean and used that to justify killing him. Elijah abandoned him, so he daggered him too. Even if he kept them in their coffins, he would never let them go.

Kol was the most mysterious of the Original family since no one really knew what he was like as a human. Since he was a warlock and the youngest son under Mikael's and Esther's thumbs, I liked to think that he was a stunted child. He loved magic and was a warlock, but being a man in the 10th century, he had to be what his father wanted him to be - a man and a hunter. He couldn't use his magic as he wished lest he be punished and beaten like his older brother, Niklaus. Sometimes, he would heal his brother when his brother protected him from Mikael. He also loved his younger sister and his younger brother, Henrik, and would often use his magic to entertain them. When Henrik died, Kol was devastated that he couldn't save him. Then, his mother took his magic from him by turning him into a vampire. Losing his beloved little brother and his magic left a hole in his soul that he sought to fill by surrounding himself with witches. At the same time, he was immortal and one of the strongest beings in the world. He just let go. He no longer had to bow to his father's expectations and his mother took the one good thing in his life, his magic. He had nothing. He cared for nothing so he became his true self. A wild man who seeks the pleasure of life, who loves to explore, but he can never have what his mischievous heart's desires. His mother was dead and his father was left behind. He didn't have anything to prove to anyone.

Rebekah was starved of love by her parents. Mikael was too harsh and cruel for her sensitive nature and she was Esther's disappointment, the daughter who didn't share the gift of witchcraft. She received love from her brothers but it wasn't enough because they too were starved of love. She tried to look for it in friends. She tried to be a good woman to find a husband to love her and give her children who would also love her, but her mother took that from her when she turned her into a vampire. She could not age, or die, or have the children she wanted to love and she could never find a man to share her immortality with. Her relationship between her and her brother became toxic because she was too emotional. She loved and she was betrayed by her lover. She cried for him and cried for herself because it was then she lost the confidence of her brothers. She was over 100 years old, but her brothers saw her as their emotional and unreliable younger sister, easily swayed by her heart. Every man she fell for immediately fell under their scrutiny and must be trying to manipulate her. So they killed all her lovers. No man was ever enough for her. Not even her brother's adopted son. Her brothers would never want her to be happy.

Just thinking about it makes me sad for them. All the Originals are tragic characters. I just want them to be happy. I pulled the throw blanket over my body and laid back on the couch in the dark living room.

A smile formed on my lips for the first time in a long time as I watched her. She was the first and only one who truly understood my precious children. She loved them and I wanted her. She would be a great addition to my other creation as she was only wasted in this disappointing world my child had created. Nature was such a meddlesome child, believing just because she formed the earth, that everything on it belonged to her. She forgot that everything in all creation belongs to me.

Her lesson is long since overdo. I shall bring my influence onto the earth once more.

As my child slept, I untethered her existence from the world in which she was born and brought her to me in a space between the veils, giving my body the form of a human.

"What the...?" I don't know how, but I knew that this wasn't a dream. The moment my eyes opened in this place, I could sense the overwhelming power around me, but it wasn't suffocating. The power was great, but I felt at ease with it, as though I had come home.

"Welcome, daughter. Come sit with me," said a dark-skinned man. He sat on a recliner in front of a movie screen as he threw pieces of popcorn in his mouth. The recliner expanded by one more seat before my eyes as he extended his arm out to me.

When I sat beside him, he placed his hand on my shoulder and pulled me into an embrace. At that moment, I felt a rush of power flood my body. I let my body relax into his touch. I closed my eyes as my voice whispered, "Father." I knew him. I existed because of him. From every corner of the world, every wisp of air that passed me in the wind, every animal that curled against me, every flower pollen that tickled my nose held a piece of the creator deity. His power surrounded me, but now it was flowing through me. My father.

"I am very proud of you, my daughter. So insightful," he said. I raised my head to the screen in front of us as I watched the events of The Vampire Diaries play in front of us. And I understood.

"What do you want me to do father?" Hot. I felt hot like there was a fire burning inside me. I could feel my father's power taking root inside my body.

"My daughter, Nature, has meddled in the affairs on earth long enough. She forgets her place. She is the earth, but everything in all of creation is a part of me. I am a great being. I am the embodiment of everything in the universe. I created my children to be able to influence my creation, to live among them. One after another I gave birth to children and my children gave birth to more children until I created vampires using one of her servants. Their bodies are strong and I've given them immortality. They would be able to withstand the strength of my power, to allow me to walk amongst my children for the first time. But, Gaia has blocked my influence on the earth, with the deaths of the Progenitors.

"I know of your love for the Progenitors. You will be my agent to save my Vessels. I can no longer watch as my Vessels are slaughtered by my wayward daughter." I watched as he reached into the screen in front of him, where Esther had set up her dining room table with wine and food for her family. It was the immortality elixir. She had already poured enough into the goblets of her children so Father took the rest left in the wooden wine bowl. He held the bowl before me. "You will drink this. You will die. When you awaken, you will find yourself in the outskirts of the village, in transition. You must complete the transition." I nodded as I reached for the bowl of wine, but father pulled it from me.

"You must know one thing, daughter. Your world and the other world are on the same timeline. It is currently 2022 in both worlds. I will have to send you back 1021 years into the past. You will not be able to change the fates and actions of the Progenitors until their deaths are near in order to prevent Gaia from interfering with my plans once more. A minuscule fraction of my power is planted inside you. It will allow you to use magic. I will also cloak your presence from her and her servants."

I nodded. I understood what I needed to do. I always wanted to be able to change the fates of the Originals, to make them into powerful vampires, not just feared but worshipped. Their potential was wasted and if I could I would've gone to them to guide them to learn more about all their abilities as vampires. "Father, why did you choose me?"

He simply smiled as he caressed my face with his fingers. "I found favor in you. You will understand when you're older." I took the wine from his hands, drinking all the liquid in one gulp. He took the bowl from my hands and placed it on the table in front of me. He caressed my head as I rested on his shoulder, his fingers passing soothingly through my dark locks. "You will have all the strengths and weaknesses of a Progenitor, with some extra gifts from me, such as the gift of magic. You may live your life as you wish until it comes time for you to intervene."

I was an orphan. I had no mother or father, or any relatives to take care of me. I spent most of my time moving through the foster system. Some parents were okay and some were cruel but they were never able to break me. I knew what I wanted from a young age. As a teen, I started working to make money, legally or illegally. When I became a legal adult, I had enough money, made with my own two hands and stolen from a few rich families, to get an apartment and the electronics I would need in the modern world. Money made the world go round. I needed money to survive. I didn't need a parent's touch. I never craved a mother or father's touch. But, he was so soothing. Holding me in his arms, with his power burning through me, I felt safe, warm, comforted, and powerful. I gained something I didn't know I yearned for. "I understand, father. I won't fail you."

He smiled as he leaned closer to kiss my forehead. "Good. I am pleased. As of this moment, you are no longer Jane Smith. Your name will be Anastasia Abigael Manuel," he declared. The moment he said the name, something fundamentally changed inside me. I belonged to him. I officially became my father's daughter. "A fitting name for my daughter."

Thanks for reading.

Progenitors - Originators aka the Original family

Priestess is my primary story so I'll be focusing more on that than this story. But I will be updating this story when I can't find any inspiration for priestess. Please tell me what you think about this story.

Help me out every one: What do you want to see happen in Priestess of the Gods? How do you want Anastasia to live until Canon starts?