DEMETRI
of the Volturi Coven
independent & private
multiship & multiverse
oc, au & crossover friendly
mun and muse are 20+
please read rules
before interacting
written by FAY
“ i don’ eva’ wanna die.” a simplistic statement. “ ‘cause tha’ means i gotta deal with MUMMY && PA. && i’m not gonna take wha’s yours. tha’s CHEATING.”
the hand that grasps the neck of a wicker basket is bloodstained. the witch has been out. ingredients && a shriveled up liver rest, nestled between the two walls of the carrier.
‘ good girl. ’ a smile twisted his lips. his eyes, black as obsidian, narrow at the sight & smell of blood on the basket. the core of his throat started to burn - it had been weeks since he last fed. the girl might be a treat but the young corrupted soul has yet to grow darker, a potential accessory for aro’s growing coven. ‘ such a beautiful basket you have ! what are you called, little girl ?’
‘ a predator approaching a predator. uncommon but not impossible —- as long as you do not steal what is mine but for personal purposes —– what kind of death do you desire, young one ?’