Elysium || Angela Weber

"ʸᵒᵘʳ ˢᵏⁱⁿ ⁱˢ ᵖᵉᵉˡⁱⁿᵍ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵇᵒⁿᵉˢ, ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵉʸᵉˢ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ˢʷᵒˡˡᵉⁿ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ʸᵒᵘʳ ˢᵏᵘˡˡ, ʸᵒᵘ ᶜᵃⁿ ᶜᵒᵛᵉʳ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵐᵉˡˡ ʷⁱᵗʰ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵖᵉʳᶠᵘᵐᵉ ᵇᵘᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ʳᵒᵗ ʷⁱˡˡ ᵃˡʷᵃʸˢ ᵇᵉ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ, ʲᵘˢᵗ ᵘⁿᵈᵉʳ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵘʳᶠᵃᶜᵉ, ʷᵃⁱᵗⁱⁿᵍ ᶠᵒʳ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵗʰⁱⁿ ᵐᵃˢᵏ ᵗᵒ ᵈᵉᶜᵃʸ,"

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The Volturi was a solace for monsters. Aro took in beasts, used the fear they inspired as a blade he wielded with a millennium of practice. He made monsters of men and perhaps that was why she was his favorite. He didn't need to make her into a beast. She was already a demon when the devil found her.

Typically, a freshly turned vampire could remember flashes of their human lives. Strong bonds and formative memories played like low-quality movies. But Melyna was one of the rare ones. A clean slate. Her very first memory was waking up in a desolate shed alone in 13th century Scotland. She wasn't even a year old when the Volturi found her, following her carnage. Aro found value in her gift and offered her a position in their ranks for her life.

It wasn't hard to make a choice.

A member of the Volturi from the moment she could remember, Melyna had always lived in the lap of luxury. She got away with skirting laws and punishing those who did the same. Her malicious games made her infamous and her gift made her unstoppable. She was a natural disaster, ruining herself in her very own carnage.