Y/N is a witch on the run from Viktor and his Death Dealers... for conspicuous reasons. Along the way she makes a vital yet crucial decision that leads her to the Volturi. Aro Volturi had no intention falling in love with a mortal, let alone a witch...
In the hallowed halls of the Volturi, where justice and power intertwined, Aro entered the hallowed trial room. His presence cast an eerie silence upon the assembled guests, their eyes fixed upon his every move.
The loudness has become silent.
With the grace and agility of a predator, Aro bypassed watchful faces, his crimson eyes scanning the room. His long, flowing cloak billowed behind him, a testament to his regal authority.
As he approached the grand chair reserved for him, the air grew heavy with anticipation. Aro's pale features were set in a mask of impassive judgment, his thoughts concealed behind an impenetrable veil.
With a swift movement, he ascended the steps and took his seat, his gaze resting upon his unannounced guests. The room was bathed in a dim, flickering light, casting long shadows that danced upon the ancient stone walls.
Natural light entering from the windows fixed upon the ceiling.
Aro's slender fingers clasped together, forming a steeple as he leaned forward. His lips parted slightly, and his voice, soft yet commanding, filled the room. "Sedrick" he greeted a tall pale man with golden hair, his eyes a thick black ink and his hands behind his back.
He is the leader of the eastern covens, and he has come to volturi to seek Aro.
The atmosphere was thick with tension. A mere silence leaking the air.
"Aro" the man greeted.
"Why are you here?" Aro asked with a low growl.
"I have come to see this witch everyone is gossiping about." The man gave a sadistic smile.
"There is nothing to see here" Aro stated in a serious tone.
"Come one, don't be hiding her out, we all want to see this bitch of yours." the man stated, now in an irritated demeanor.
Aro narrowed his eyes.
"Who informed you of a witch being in Volterra?" he questioned. Aro always knew gossip espied these fortresses. Especially between the servants and maid girls. But this time he was genuinely curious.
"I believe one of your men were drunk at the whorehouse and mentioned there being a witch." The man sarcastically stated
If there was any truth to this, Aro could not sense it.
Aro listened intently, his eyes piercing through the layers of deception and truth.
The man kept pressing Aro, Aro's expression remained inscrutable. He was a master of control, his emotions hidden behind a cold and calculating exterior. Yet, beneath his composed facade, a storm of thoughts raged, weighing the complexities of how he was going to sed Sedrick off his back.
"Aro, my friend, if the far covens hear of you keeping a witch in Volturi all to yourself, they may conspire to vote you off" the man gestured his hands with a sly smile displayed across his features.
"She is not here for me" Aro was beginning to lose his patience
The room fell silent once more. Aro rose from his chair, his eyes scanning the faces of his guests as he stepped closer to Sedrick. He began speaking in almost a whisper so no one else in the room could hear them.
"If you want to discuss the witch further, may we do so in privacy." Aro indicated.
"Aro, there is no sense hiding her. I heard a rumor you maybe trading her to the north, is this correct? for those ridiculous tomes." The man gave a low chuckle.
"Yes, we were." Aro stated
"Good, don't trade her. She is worth far more than the tomes you keep going on and on about." The man making his point clear.
"Just keep her here. She can be useful to our covens. We can always use a witch. think about it. Change her Aro, change her and have her join the Volturi." The man spoke his mind.
"Change her? she is a witch." Aro stated hesitantly.
"Yes Aro! change the witch, keep her here in Volturi. She can be the Volturi's rare gem to win the upcoming battles. change her into one of us." The man commanded.
Aro was the Volturi leader and national law and order of the covens. However, Sedrick was a high council member of the surrounding covens. His family crest upholding loyalty to the Volturi. One word of disapproval from Sedrick and Volturi could crumble.
The words started to haunt Aro. He could not change her. She is a mortal, she is a witch, she has tainted blood. He would not wish immortality on his worst enemy. Let alone could he give this nightmare to his mate.
Yet, she did not know this.
tainted blood
"Her blood is tainted" Aro stated to the man. His features changing as the words left his throat.
"Have someone else bleed her." the man stated in a command.
"I will be returning, and when I do" the man inched closer to Aro's ear."I expect a changed witch among the Volturi." the man continued in a threat.
The man turned and rounded his men as he left the grand trial hall.
Aro still stagnate where he stood.
The grand trial room now empty and full of eerie silence. Aro stirred uneasily at the man's words. A profound sense of disquiet gnawed at his immortal core.
For centuries, he had ruled over his coven with an iron fist, his every thought and action a calculated move. But now, a strange and inexplicable unease permeated his being.
As he paced the grand hall, his crimson eyes scanned the shadows. The walls seemed to close in on him, suffocating him with an invisible weight. The usual tranquility of his surroundings had been shattered, replaced by a growing sense of foreboding.
He had always prided himself on his unwavering control, but now, his emotions threatened to overwhelm him. A flicker of fear ignited within him, a sensation he had not felt since the dawn of his existence.
Aro's keen senses detected a subtle shift in the air. It was a scent, faint but unmistakable - the scent of danger. It filled him with a primal unease.
The disquiet grew stronger. Aro found himself pacing restlessly, his heart pounding in his ancient chest. He had always been the hunter, the predator, but now, it felt as if he was being hunted.
His mate being hunted.
Suddenly, a noise from the shadows broke the silence. Aro's body tensed, his senses on high alert. He cautiously approached the source of the sound, his eyes narrowed.
There, in the flickering candlelight, he saw a figure cloaked in darkness. It was tall and slender, with eyes that glowed an unnatural red. Aro's breath caught in his throat.
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"Who are you?" he demanded, his voice trembling slightly.
The figure remained silent, its gaze fixed upon him. Aro felt a surge of terror as he realized that this unknown entity possessed a power that rivaled his own.
With a swift movement, the figure stepped out of the shadows, revealing a face that was both beautiful and terrifying. It was a face that Aro could recognize anywhere, but it filled him with an inexplicable dread.
"I am your doom," the figure whispered, its voice cold and unforgiving.
The figure which Aro's gaze was fixed upon, was himself. A cruel reflection of the monster he has become. The monster he had to protect Y/N from. A monster he could not burden Y/N with. Especially he could not make her a duplicate of himself. He could not give her this immortal burden, a monster to stare back at in the mirror.
That is when Aro snapped out of his cruel delusion and concluded he could not change her. He needed to figure out a plan and he needed to do it now.
