wake up, ghost.

i am your new god, and you will worship me. i have killed you and turned you into something great.

wake up, ghost.

wake up.

⚜ PRE-ACT: DISCIPLE CONVICTED ⚜

Greece is thick with the scent of rain and blood and crucifixion.

Mischa inches back from his prey, grin wide as he admires his handiwork, clutching the decapitated arm of the mortal splayed across the burial grounds between his white-washed fingers. He sets down the limb near Amun's feet, chuckling whenever the Egyptian leader clinches his jaw, tense. Dark eyes snaking back to his meal, the blonde God gives in to the temptation and leans forwards, glands secreting with venom as he pounces.

Mouth feral and full of teeth as he bites down onto the jugular of his newest disciple, blood spurting from the wound and smearing across the shell of his lower lip; rich and crimson, like communion wine. Gravity intervenes and their chests collide, cruel stone against the soft, rattling bones of the boy's ribcage.

Mischa's fingers curl around the Demetri's throat like second skin, tightening, watching as the human writes underneath his touch, desperate for relief. Behind the hood of his cloak, the blonde God grins at Amun, voice a sultry hiss of silk whenever he murmurs his accomplishment aloud, softly:

"Disciple convicted."

⚜

( i. so this is how you died. )

BENJAMIN JARVIS AS MISCHA ARES VOLTURI.

"no one with a crown to their name comes in the name of peace."

( ii. in whispers that you did not hear. )

CHARLEY BEWLEY AS DEMETRI VOLTURI

"these are monsters who did not die when they should have died."

( iii. but it's time to wake up, ghost. so wake up. )

⚜

COPYRIGHT DISCLAIMER:

Obviously, I don't own Twilight nor any of it's characters; those belong to Stephenie Meyer. I only own Mischa Volturi and any other character I add further into this plot, and so on.

Sorry if this seems rushed, I am tired as fuck and haven't bothered proofreading what I've written, lmao. However, big thank you to wegottheavocados and youre_a_sunflower for helping me come up with an apporpate theme for this story.

Also, let me add this warning before I begin this story: this plot line focuses on a very dark, borderline unhealthy relationship. Mischa is very obsessive, with albeit questionable morals, so I don't recommend this for the faint heart. Not in the slightest.

This is not a love story, it is a tragedy.

That's all. Let's get started!