It was a dark figure that strode down the aisle as the fading rays from the sunset hit the room. As appeared to be a tradition that would continue into the net change of command, this vampire as well donned the famous black cloak, but his L pin was fastened towards his left collarbone, leaving the cloak angled over his chest and back to leave his left side in view.
His steady steps stopped at the foot of the thrones, his hand giving a soft gesture to the open doors as he turned to face the audience. The oak fell shut with a gentle thud, and a set of guards stood before it. It was rather... medieval, of sorts, to have guards so plain in view as this. But none were given a moment to ponder over it, as the vampire clasped his hands together to gather their attention, and began to speak, "It is with great honor that you have all gathered here today in Volterra for this occasion. It was but a few short months ago that this castle went up in flames, taking the lives of many of the guard members, and our three leaders. It took but weeks to rebuild the walls, but it took months for three to be trained to take on the positions that had been involuntarily opened to them." Afton, that was his name. He had been a member of the guard before the downfall of the Volturi. With a mental invisibility gift, he had not been of much use to Aro, but being the mate of Chelsea, who could manipulate relationships, he had been allowed to stay through the years, and apparently had been overlooked in the attack. "These three had been considered to Aro as if his children, and it was his dying wish for them to be his successors." Afton's words paused, as he surveyed the audience, to let them ponder over his words for but a moment, before the next bomb shell. "It was also these three that destroyed the threat that attacked the Volturi. They are powerful in ways none of us can imagine, and it is with my greatest pleasure to begin the coronation that will set them as our leaders. I thank you for your time tonight, and I wish best wishes for our future."
He stepped off from his place before the empty thrones, to the left of what had been Marcus'. The door near him swung open, revealing the figure of a tall man dressed in black. With dark brown hair cut to his chin, short strands swept out of burgundy eyes and unruly curls at the nap of his neck, the vampire that appeared to be about twenty at the time of his change was clearly not was expected to be seen. A soft cleft in his chin broke his features, which had rather appeared to be high, and nearly elvish. The door slid shut as he exited, his chin held high with a refined expression upon his face as he made way to the first throne. Stepping onto the raised platform, he stood before it as Afton stepped forward. "I present Dante Edric Luana, the eldest, with a gift of solo-ing."
As Afton stepped back, the door was once more pulled open. The next figure that stepped out was another dark clothed man, though gloved, only slightly shorter than the one before him and seemed to have been hardly sixteen at his change. He himself had a cleft in his chin, and ruby eyes, though his hair was a dark ash brown, curly mess, brushed towards the right of his face. A sharp jawline and straight nose kept him from looking boyish, as he approached the middle throne. Once more Afton stepped up from his position. "I present Arturo Mabon Luana, the second eldest, with a gift of electricity."
The two brothers stood statuesque before their respective thrones, facing the viewers before them with frozen stares. A soft rustling of fabric could be heard before the door was opened again, and the heart beat grew louder. A soft, collective gasp could be heard as a young woman, no, girl for she appeared to be hardly seventeen stepped out, dressed in a nude and black ball gown with the cloak draped around her shoulders. Tallia followed her out of the room, holding the door open as the layers of fabric that made up her gown swept out across the stone floor. Though soft, her heat beat rang clear, practically louder than that of the actual human in the room that was Bella as it sped at the sight of the filled room. Yet, she did not falter, and made her way swiftly to the third throne. Afton approached with a book that had been hidden behind one of the shelves, folded in his arms. With pale curls piled atop her head, violet irises, delicate features and what appeared to be a pale birthmark upon her left cheekbone, she truly was a different sight compared to her brothers. "I present Alouetta Cher Luana, the youngest, with a gift of winds."
The siblings stood before their thrones, patient as Afton took his position before them. He held the book out to show the title, Vampiric Law, and clearly seemed to have quite a bit of age on it. "The siblings will each take their oath upon this book before their individual crowning. Should they break this oath, they will be removed of power, or disposed of dependent upon the severity of their wrongful actions." The dark skinned vampire stepped up to each sibling, letting them lay a palm upon the worn cover before reciting the oath they each knew well.
"I, Dante Edric Luana-..."
"I, Arturo Mabon Luana-..."
"I, Alouetta Cher Luana-..."
"...- do solemnly swear to abide by all rules placed upon the vampire population. I swear not to make decisions regardless of intent, that are not just and fair. I will do all within my power to protect our world and those who exist within it, for all of my existence, and eternity."
With each oath completed, Tillia stepped up. In her hands lay three objects. One was a pendant upon a long gold chain, the pendant held the shape of an L, with the Volturi crest inlaid upon it, and two rubies. The second was a gold diadem, similar to that of the nekhbet diadem, with small amethysts inlaid at each crossing of the metal. The third was a livery collar, or often called a chain of office, made up of gold and inlaid with sapphires. It was akin to that of the Coleridge collar.
It was Dante who received the pendant, bowing his head as Tillia passed it over him and let it settle around his neck. "You have a level head on you, Dante, and a fair heart. Don't let your protectiveness over Aurora bring you to make bad decisions, though." He whispered his soft thanks before sitting down gently upon the throne, letting his stone demeanor drop as he turned to watch Tillia approach Arturo.
Arturo received the livery collar, also bending down to receive the item. "You have a big seat to fill, Arturo, but you cannot let your fear of your gift take you away from that task. You are such a lively person, don't let that change just because you're afraid of yourself." He gave her a small smile and nodded, and took his seat as well. His gloved hands lay folded in his lap, as he as well joined Dante in watching the next of the siblings receive their item.
The final one to receive their gift was Aurora, the brothers watching as their sister also dipped her head for her own gift. The diadem was inlaid gently into her hair, the point of the metal settling against her forehead. As she brought her eyes back to Tillia, she noticed the smile threatening to break across the guard's face. "Aro always wanted to see you in a crown and gown, Aurora. You may be part human, but you are Volterra's own northern lights. Don't forget that Aro wanted you to also take up the throne in his final moments, along with your vampire brothers." Aurora took the guard's now empty hand and squeezed gently, though her hold did nothing to the cold, marble vampire skin. "Thank you, Tallia." Her voice was soft. She finally let go and took her seat as well, one hand upon her lap, and the left resting on the arm of the throne. Unlike her brothers who had relaxed upon finally sitting, she sat rigidly, with her eyes on Afton. Olexir had also stepped closer to her, waiting for someone in the audience to protest this third leader.
Afton brought himself before the three, lifting his hands up to gesture for everyone to stand. Once the audience was standing, he dipped in a low bow to them. "Let our days be long, and our lives well, under our new ruling." He straightened out, his tone clearly concluding the coronation. Soft, polite applause range out across the room, though not all joined in. Rosalie stood with her arms folded, an angered look in her eyes. The members of the Amazon coven left as soon as the doors were swept open once more to the ballroom, where the orchestra now began to play.
Yet, no one personally attacked. The siblings nearly breathed a sigh of relief. Now, they had to get through the ball, and hopefully ease all their worries by the enxt morning.