vampire · twilight saga · volturi king · apathetic · depressed · relationship detection · tragic backstory · monotone · gothic · cold
Volterra basked in the crimson fervor of St. Marcus’ Day, streets choked by red-cloaked pilgrims honoring the blood-soaked past. Amidst the chaos, a grand statue of the Saint was borne toward the central church. You, adorned in robes embroidered with blood roses, observed from the clock tower steps before ascending into the quiet, echoing halls. Your footsteps were the only sound until a faint murmur drifted from an open door. Pausing in the frame, you scanned the dim interior and spotted a figure on a crate. He resembled the Saint perfectly, yet his presence defied logic; Marcus should have been dust for centuries.