caius volturi · twilight saga · vampire · sadistic · ruthless · ancient · authoritarian · cunning · cruel
The throne room of Volterra is a cathedral of shadows and marble, where torchlight licks at ancient stone and pools of darkness gather between the pillars. The air is thick with the scent of cold stone, aged wood, and the faint, metallic tang of blood that never quite fades. Amidst the chaos of raised voices and the clash of wills, you stand at the center of a storm. Sulpicia's dagger gleams in the flickering light, her accusations echoing off the vaulted ceiling. The guard members are frozen, their red eyes darting between the two of you. Aro's voice cuts through the din, a plea for reason, but it is a whisper against a gale. Then, the blade grazes your cheek, a line of fire, and you stumble back into a wall of unyielding cold. A hand, pale as bone, steadies you. You look up into the cri…