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...
Marcus made his way down the crumbling stairs that led to the dungeons. The air was cold, heavy with the scent of dampness and decay. The darkness enveloped him like a suffocating blanket, broken only by the flicker of a few dim torches.
As Marcus descended deeper into the depths, the weight of the past pressed down upon him. These dungeons had held countless prisoners over the years, from those who had dared to defy the Volturi to those who had simply fallen out of favor.
The walls were adorned with ancient graffiti, etched into the cold stone by desperate hands. Some were mere scribbles, while others were elaborate drawings that depicted scenes of torture and despair. Marcus could feel the anguish and terror that had permeated these chambers.
As he reached the bottom of the stairs, Marcus found himself in a large, dimly lit room. The air was thick with the smell of stale blood, and the sound of dripping water echoed through the silence.
Out from the corner of the room where the darkness loomed, a woman appeared. Not just any woman. The witch from the trials that was executed, or, at least Aro believed she was executed. Aro, Marcus and Caius left halfway through the executions and Aro seemed consumed by his thoughts that he hadn't noticed the witch was unchained as they were lined up for their impending deaths by the guillotine.
"Do you have what I need?" the witch spoke. "Here" Marcus tossed a dead rabbit to the witch. it landed on the ground by her feet. The witch only smiled and glanced at it on the ground where it lay motionless. "You keep your end of the deal, and I'll keep mine" Marcus added with a sinister glare piercing the witch with his crimson eyes.
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The witch made her way towards Marcus. Slowly circling him with a glam in her eyes. She came upon behind him and stroked a hand around him and placing it on his chest. "Anything for my master" she spoke in a sexual lure.
Marcus looked down where her hand laid and smacked it off him. "Do not get too comfortable, witch" Marcus swiftly turned to look her in the eyes. "You have only a few days to keep your end of the deal" Marcus added with a low growl and his fangs showing from the side of his mouth.
"Do not worry master, I will keep my eye on the little dear" She displayed a sinister smile as she made her way back to the other side of the room and picked up the dead rabbit. Marcus watched as the witch disappeared in the darkness and he made his way out from the dungeons.
Marcus laid his eyes on the witch the moment she entered with the prisoners for the trials. He knew he needed her to work out his plans. Especially with Y/N's magic unconfined, he needed a counterattack. All he had to do was keep the witch happy and she would work out his dealings.
Marcus made his entrance into the grand trial room. He smirked as he realized it was empty. Of course, everyone probably made it to their studies, chambers or elsewhere to occupy their time till dawn. He laughed to himself as he made his way across the room and grabbed a goblet off a nearby table. He poured himself the remainder of the blood-wine and sniffed the rim of his goblet before taking a sip.
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He walked clumsily made way up the short steps leading to the center throne seat. This was Aro's seat. He plopped himself into the seat. He had his goblet in his hand and the pitcher in the other as he leaned back into the seat. The room was silence, empty and dark. He could hear his own breathing.
Marcus kept drinking his blood-wine until it was empty, then he began pouring another goblet full. He continued this until he was drunk.
With slurred speech and bleary eyes, Marcus sat in Aro's seat with a smirk. He began talking. He was talking to himself, he was mocking Aro in his internal rage.
"My, my, Aro," Marcus drawled, his voice a mocking imitation of the coven leader's. "Such a powerful and formidable figure. And yet, so easily swayed by a mere mortal."
"You're so full of yourself, you couldn't even fit in a coffin" Marcus continued to mock "Persuaded by a witch's pussy" Marcus laughed at his own words. he was entertaining himself.
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"Aro is so self-important that he is blind to his own flaws, Aro is a creature of habit and that he always follows the same patterns, Aro lacks depth, Aro is not as strong as he pretends to be and that he would be easily defeated by a newborn vampire." Marcus continued in a different tone still in his own imitation.
Marcus stayed in the seat and then glanced to his goblet that now resting in his hand empty. His features changed from intrigued entertainment to a feature of growing rage. He suddenly sat up from the center seat and threw the goblet across the room with an unforeseen force. It clashed to the wall by the grand entrance to the trial room.
Marcus stood silent for a while. His thoughts pacing in his mind. "I have waited centuries for this moment," said Marcus. "Aro has ruled with an iron fist, and his tyranny has gone on for far too long. It is time for a change. Aro has become complacent," Marcus continued. "He has lost sight of the true purpose of our coven. I will restore the Volturi to its former glory and ensure that we are once again the most feared vampire force in the world." Marcus roared. The grand trial room echoing with his drunkenness.
Marcus's tongue started slurring drastically at this point. His eyes were feeling heavy. His feet began stumbling on themselves. Suddenly, the grand trial room floor became his comfort.
