Volturi's Epitome
I open my eyes. My transformation is complete. In this world where devils such as I are shunned, I am truly accepted. King of all kings, I rule now as an absolute, indestructible vampire.
Rumours had flown, that I had been ill for a long while; the Emperor might not live. While my kingdom feared for my death, my brother and I rejoiced in our torment. The pain was worth it. Now truly invincible, we would return from The Foreign Land, "healed from our illness," looking even more godly. We would now BE gods, in this ancient world, as ancient as time, never changing, forever immortal.
I am God. I am Aro.
When I returned, I looked over my window, and I saw my subjects. The sun was setting, and all my people bowed down before me. Before God, before absolute power. I felt truly complete, truly safe. The ancient castle walls crumbled at my will, in my fist. The people were puppets on my fingers, their necks snapping easily at my will and amusement. Nature was now no more controlling of me. I controlled all, and as the sunset played before me, the feeling of my power became overwhelming.
My eyes flashed open, and I realized not even a second had passed. I came rushing back to the moment before me and now I'm back to the 21st century. Thousands of years ahead, to the strange times when women wear pants, and work for a living. But I've accepted these changes, for I am a kind god. I am Almighty, but not cruel. I am just. But these times, along with changing women, have brought times when my subjects are fool enough to defy me. They disobey my laws, they question my authority. I come back in particular, to the oddest phenomenon I've ever witnessed. I come back to Edward and Bella.
I've shown them my true power. I've tortured and killed Renesmee in front of their eyes. Bewitched them to join my army, I've used my godly authority wisely. Crazed with grief, they accepted their fate, leaving their vegetarian clan behind. Now their eyes are bloody, they are robed in Volturi uniform, and they belong to me. They are dead puppets, MY puppets.
Another second has passed by.
As we approached Forks, Edward and Bella's faces show no emotion. Dead, absolutely dead. Like we expected, little Alice had seen us and had gathered all of their witnesses once more. The Nomads, the Children of the Moon, the Romanians, the Denali clan, all of them. As we stopped regally before them, all of their passive faces cracked to stone disbelief.
"Edward? Bella?" Carlisle's mate, Esme whispered. The sound came clear into my ears as if she'd breathed it right beside me.
Jane glanced at our new additions' faces; stone. No emotion seeped through, and as I grasped their hands no emotion was being felt inside either. Their only thought was kill.
Kill, kill, kill, kill.
Satisfied, I let go, and turned to the strange enemy.
"Well my friends, we meet again. But this time, we are at advantage. Edward and Bella have graciously joined us. Won't any of you do the same?" I spoke pleasantly, keeping my regal bearings.
Little Alice hissed, and snarled, "Traitors," while her scarred mate, Jasper, pulled her back.
"We were all grieving over her. Why did you resort to this?" the exquisite Rosalie questioned. What an excellent fisher she'd make. Too bad that their deaths were destined.
And still, Edward and Bella were emotionless.
"Now what's happened has happened. No use crying over spilt milk," I chided gently, as a father would.
"I am generous. I am offering you one last chance. Join us, or die," I spoke with more venom in my voice than they had ever heard from me before.
"Die," Alice whispered. The Cullens echoed her, followed by all the vampires present on their side. The Children of the Moon growled in agreement, and the vampires hissed again in response. All but two. The Romanians. They only sneered. How brave, I mocked in my mind. As I pleasantly smiled at them, I motioned swiftly with my hand, and the attack began.