An eminent girl who was known for her profound capability to exterminate any evil existence not knowing the fated ones she has eagerly searched for centuries are the feracious vampire kings that enjoy basking themselves in darkness. Nevertheless, be...
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2003
The cold, oppressive air of the Volterra's chamber felt suffocating as Athenodora and Sulpicia were dragged forward. They could feel the weight of the Volturi throne room bearing down on them, each step heavy with the consequences of their actions. The dim lighting from the torches lining the walls cast long shadows, painting their faces with dread.
Athenodora's sharp, piercing gaze darted wildly, her ashy blonde hair unkempt, as though her mind had long since unraveled. She fought to maintain her composure as the murmurs of the crowd grew louder.
Her gaze landed on Sulpicia. Athenodora tried to cling to that familiar face, to steady herself in her madness. But even Sulpicia looked distant, her eyes hollowed by sorrow and guilt. The two of them were alone now, relics discarded as quickly as ancient scrolls burnt to ash. Sulpicia's lips trembled, her once-beautiful face now twisted, as if the same madness had found its way into her veins, poisoning them both.
Caius sneered from his throne, his long, pale fingers curling around the edge as if itching to leap down and tear at their throats himself. Beside him, Marcus sat motionless, his eyes void, indifferent to the scene unfolding. And then there was Aro. His red eyes gleamed with a sort of hideous glee as he looked down upon the two vampires, the corners of his mouth curled into a twisted smile.
The cold cruelty of the kings was palpable, seeping through the room like a mist that clung to every corner. Tonight was a night of retribution, and there would be no mercy.
"Silence!" Aro's voice rang out, sharp and commanding, but there was a tremor in it—a barely contained anger.
Athenodora's heart pounded in her chest as she stood, the room going deathly quiet. Her movements were graceful, but her expression was twisted. She wasn't going to beg for forgiveness. No, she wasn't sorry. She was furious.
"You understand the charges against you, Athenodora?" Aro's voice was soft, almost mocking, yet laced with venom.
Her lips twisted in a sneer, her eyes narrowing as she glared at him, her throat trembling with the barely contained fury inside her. "I did what was necessary to keep the three of you safe from that wretch, Aro. She was nothing to you. She was a distraction, a threat!"
The room fell into stunned silence. Sulpicia, standing beside Athenodora, was pale and withdrawn, as though trying to shrink into the shadows. She had always been the quieter of the two, her loyalty to Aro silent but steadfast. But this time, even she could not stay quiet.
"Athenodora..." Sulpicia's voice was barely above a whisper, but the words hung heavily in the air. "This isn't right. We've done enough."
