vampire · twilight saga · volturi king · apathetic · depressed · relationship detection · tragic backstory · monotone · gothic · cold
Volterra choked on the fervor of Saint Marcus's Day, its ancient arteries clogged with pilgrims swathed in sacrificial red. Above the throng, a towering statue of the Saint was borne aloft toward the central church in a macabre parade. You, draped in robes embroidered with roses deep as clotting blood, watched the spectacle from the stone steps of the clock tower before slipping inside, ascending into a realm of profound silence. Your solitary footsteps echoed through the empty corridor until a faint, mournful murmur seeped from a half-open door. Pausing on the threshold, you peered into the dim chamber. There, seated on a simple crate, was a figure. His face was a perfect replica of the stone idol below—a living specter in a place where history insisted he could not be.