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Grim Reaper's Release

Summary:
When the gruesome murder of a pastor is mysteriously caught on tape, what will happen to the vampire race? Suddenly, the world knows about vampires. The Cullens need to get out of Forks. And fast. But what will happen when the Volturi wants to interfere? Or the Southern Armies? And, more importantly, who are these strange vampire twins? Photobucket


Notes:
...I've been away for a seriously long time, haven't I? O.O

Well, I'm back with a new story and I still haven't decided if I should continue my other stories. A lot's been happening in my life and I'm sure my feelings on all of my other stories have changed drastically. Anyway, this is just an idea that's been floating around my head for probably a year now but I've never really developed it into more than just a smidge of an idea.

Just a few warnings before I continue: This story is seriously...morbid. It's not really a good story at all. There's violence, world domination, chaos, and the world kind of goes insane...but it has a happy ending! Promise!

Also, the chapters are gonna be really long on this. Like, seriously long. It's not that I want to get this done in less chapters or whatever, it's just that in each chapter, a few different character's point of view's on different things need to be included to add other factors of the story. I mean, if I had each new point of view a chapter, we'd probably be up to 50 chapters by the time I get to the middle.

That being said, I guess a few things you should know is that I don't know when I'll be getting new chapters up. I hope, with winter break here, I'll have this story done by the middle of February, maybe? I was planning on having this only 7 chapters at the maximum, but the farther I get into this story, the longer it seems. And, I hope, I'll be getting each chapter up each week. I've already written chapter 2 and 3 but I'm gonna post them weekly.

Next, I seriously need to thank my best mate Kira with this story. She gave me a HUGE idea for it and has been such an amazing supporter of all my stories from the start!

*breathes in relief* Alright, I think that's all for now. Now that I've gotten it all out, go read. I'm sure the story is much more interesting than my babbling. *snort*


1. Eve of Destruction

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"Then rose the seed of Chaos, and of Night,
To blot out order and extinguish light."
- Alexander Pope, The Dunciad



It was at 12:17 p.m. on February 22nd when every single television in the world flashed on, under command of the most top secret worldwide government bureau. The words "Special Report" flashed along the bottom of every television, the blues and reds of the screen illuminating the shocked faces of almost every human being.

Teachers, businessmen, doctors, lawyers, housewives. They all turned to their televisions in wonder as life as they knew it changed. A man came on screen, looking tired and worn out. Purple bags were visible under his beady eyes, looking alert and sharp regardless of his want for sleep. His balding head reflected the lights above him as he shuffled papers.

In schools across the world, teachers grabbed their classroom phones and called each other, wondering if they should allow the children to learn of what ever news was to come. Doctors glanced at each other warily, knowing something odd was up. Important meetings were paused as employees spun their chairs towards the flat screen televisions hung on the walls. Some were even woken up in parts of the world as their television automatically turned on.

One peculiar question rang true in every one's mind; what was going on?

A name popped up on the bottom of the screen, under the strange man no one seemed to recognize. Timothy A. Fitzgerald. Now who was he?

"It is to my great distress that I report to the nations of the world concerning a recent, shocking discovery." In foreign countries, translations appeared on the bottom of the screen, telling the world's population of this Timothy A. Fitzgerald's 'discovery'.

"I wish not to scare any of you, but this news must be shared. A new species has been discovered in effect of the recent killing of a Canadian pastor. Thanks to the local authorities of the area who walked in on the scene of the crime, we have been alerted of this," he paused, wiping his damp forehead with a handkerchief, "spectacle. The leaders of all nations have wished their citizens know the truth, instead of keeping this phenomenon a secret."

Billions of people watched as this man who not only seemed to have great power but who they had never even heard of before strain to get his words out. Timothy's meaty hands shook as he held his numerous papers and straightened his glasses.

"We are still gathering facts and details on this certain discovery, but the world's population must know. We are at great, great risk." A long pause, followed. Many figured the man was giving the world's occupants a moment to take in the news. To accept the truth and prepare themselves for the rest.

People who had predicted the end of the world decades ago silently smirked as others had tears come to their eyes. Caught up in the moment, they were.

"Those of you who think certain...legends are false, need to rethink your beliefs. It seems as if monsters have walked among us for thousands and thousands of years now. Abominations, they are. I give you this grave announcement to aware all of you that none of us are safe." At his words, children in schools got antsy. Mothers felt pangs of fear in the hearts, worrying what this new species just might be.

"Some of you may think I've lost my mind," Timothy harshly laughed. His eyes looked wild and hectic under his thick-framed glasses and maybe, just maybe, he really had. "But I feel like this world must know the danger it contains. The monstrosity in which may come. They are among us and always have been and we must fight back!" People were taken by surprise at his sudden intensity. He had come on looking uncertain and small and now here he was, fists pumping and words flying.

"Vampires," he spat the word.

And that was when the world as all humans knew it spun down in a spiral of chaos.



***

February 20nd
48 Hours Earlier
Carlisle's Point of View

"Now, what happened exactly?" I asked into the telephone. On the other line, Tanya exhaled sharply. I stood at the window in my office at the hospital, gazing out at the familiar green. When my pager had gone off and Tanya's number had flashed up quickly, I had known something must have been off. Usually, family members or friends would call the house first if there was an emergency and then someone at the house would call me.

I couldn't even remember the last time Tanya called me directly at work.

"It happened in Canada last night, right in Dawson." I nodded my head, recognizing the name. Dawson was in Yukon territory and very close to Alaska. "A newborn killed a man. I doubt he was older that just a few days by the sound of the police report. Oh, Carlisle, this is bad. Seriously bad. He was caught during feeding. Locals next to a church heard a loud sound and sent the police over. They walked in on him on top of the pastor. They saw the blood spilling out all over him and into his mouth! Have you ever heard of such a thing? The newborn quickly attacked one of the officers, breaking his neck but too roughly. When the blood leaked out, he was too distracted by that to pay any attention to the other officer. Listen to me, Carlisle, the other officer got away."

The breath seemed to be knocked from my lungs. Got away? How could that be?

"And? What's the officer up to now?"

Tanya barked out a dark laugh. "He went around the town yelling 'vampire'! But that's not the worst part. They caught the whole thing on tape. They're sending some sort of specialist up to Dawson right as we speak to do tests and dissect the video. Apparently, even churches now have security cameras. Can you believe that?" She seemed to get more and more outraged as she went on. I couldn't help but feel a bit anxious myself.

What exactly did this mean?

"Tanya, slow down. Where's the newborn now?" I asked.

"Gone! He got out of there as soon as the one officer had left to get back-up and he was done feeding! The bodies were found completely torn apart and blood was covering the whole inside of the church. Currently, there's practically a lock down on the town. People are scared to death to go in and the locals are scared to leave their houses! They all think some madman is on the loose but when this specialist comes up, who knows what will happen." I ran my fingers through my hair with my free hand, trying to come up with some logical solution.

Approaching footsteps came down the hallway and by the time one of the newer nurses knocked on my door, I had turned around completely, trying not to crunch the phone in my concerned grasp.

"Come in," I called out. "Can you hold on for just a second, Tanya?" Tanya's muffled 'mmhmm' could be heard from the other line.

The nurse, a young girl with her sandy brown hair pulled back in a tight ponytail, poked her blushing face inside. "Er, Ms. White is in her exam room and she's a bit...antsy. She insisted that I tell you that she has to be at Bingo in 20 minutes." I bit back a laugh as I remembered poor Ms. White and her addiction to bingo.

"Of course. Tell her I'll be there as soon as I can," I responded as her youthful face grew brighter in color. She nodded quickly and ducked back out of the room.

"What do you think this could mean?" Tanya snapped not even seconds after I had the phone back to my ear. I sighed and rubbed my temples. That was exactly what I had been wondering. What exactly did this mean?

"I'm not sure. Is there any possible way to get the tape? I mean, you can't be too far from Dawson, can you?" I was grasping for straws here and we both knew it. She exhaled an exasperated sigh.

"Well, I wouldn't say 14 hours is close, but no matter. I already sent Carmen and Eleazer but that was only two hours ago and I think this specialist is landing in the next hour or two. There's no way they can get in, steal it, and get out by the time he goes to look at it! Plus, they may have several copies!" I murmured my agreement as I sat down at the chair at my desk. After centuries of keeping ourselves under cover, how had we let one newborn be caught?

"Do you think we should alarm the Volturi?" I replied.

"The Volturi!? Oh, I would guess they already know! Or at least, I would like to think they know. I'm not about to go to them for help after what happened just weeks ago and I doubt they'll want to help any of us."

"Yes, but this could potentially put them in danger, too. I would think they would want to stop this before anything else happens," I argued. I could hear a distressed Ms. White causing a scene down the hall and took a deep breath. "Look, Tanya, I'm going to have to call you back. Keep your eyes and ears open, though. If anything new happens, I want to know about it."

I could hear the worry in her voice as she softly responded, "Will do, Carlisle. And, one more thing?"

I was pulling the door to my office open as I replied. "Of course. What is it?"

"Stay safe. For some reason, I have a feeling things in our world are about to get real ugly."



***

"Wait! Stop there, what was that?" An assistant leaned over the shoulder of video specialist, Gabriel Woodson, as he trailed his finger over an area on the television screen. Gabriel, with narrowed eyes, rewound the tape and hit play.

Inside the police department, tension hung like a cloak. Some officers were busy creating funeral plans for their lost comrade while others were sneaking glances at the big-shot video specialist, Gabriel Woodson, with his long, thick black hair and trustworthy blue eyes. He had been sent up to Dawson by the Canadian government, though neighboring country, the United States of America, was sending someone up the very next day to have a second look at the haunting video.

On the screen, a pale figure moved too fast for any human as he pushed into the unsuspected pastor. Gabriel's eyes scanned the screen curiously. So far, he had noted no man made changes to the tape. No one had messed with it or sped it up or anything. The person on screen really was moving this fast. And that was what worried him.

In a town like Dawson, it wasn't usual for the government to send big shots like Gabriel Woodson up. But, of course, in a town like Dawson, it also wasn't usual for such a gruesome murder.

"Nothing's been changed on this tape," he concluded, watching the video as it continued with the grisly murder. The mysterious figure clutched the body of the unfortunate pastor in his arms as his mouth was bent towards its neck. Gabriel scowled in disgust.

This could just be some freak who thinks he's a vampire, he thought to himself. Just some sicko, nothing special.

The church door crept open, revealing two police officers with hand guns raised. The one on the left fired a shot at the mysterious figure, now draped over the old pastor's torn body territorially. Gabriel watched as the bullet ricocheted off the figure and flew in a separate direction. The creature looked up, and with the volume working properly, Gabriel heard a loud, guttural growl echo from the man's chest.

How incredibly odd, he thought.

The creature ran forward, a blur on the tape, and suddenly the officer with the gun was lying on the floor dead as blood spurted out from a wound in his neck. Several officers had gathered around Gabriel, watching the tape play as he was, too. But both were looking for different things.

The officers were watching the deaths of one of their friends while Gabriel was simply here on business. He had taught himself years ago that as a crime video specialist, he was not to get caught up in his cases. He was just there to tell the officers whether what they saw was exactly how it happened or not. And then, his job was done.

The whole department watched as on the screen, the creature lapped up the blood spilled on the floor. He was drinking it. A young officer, just weeks on the job, ran to the bathroom holding his mouth. Others watched in disgust as this creature grabbed their friend and dug his teeth into the exposed skin on his neck.

"Would you turn it off, already? You got what you needed," the Chief harshly barked out. Gabriel glanced up, shaking his head.

"You want me to do my job? Then let me do it." The truth was, Gabriel was fixated by the images on the screen. He had seen some pretty bloody crimes on tape before but never such a thing like this. He had seen burglaries, gang fights, rapings, and murders but...he didn't even know what to call this.

The actions of the attacker seemed like they had been sped up, but there was no way. The video showed absolutely no signs of being tampered with. Shivers ran up Gabriel Woodon's spine as, at the end, the creature looked up right at the camera for the first time during the whole video. He looked like he knew the camera was watching his every move.

He smiled, blood red teeth gleaming under stained lips, as his cold, ruby eyes sparkled.

An officer pushed the pause button, grimacing immensely. The video froze on the hideous scene of predator hunched over prey.

"Now you can't tell me that those eyes are naturally red that way. Ain't no way." Gabriel glanced up to gaze at the older officer who spoke up and sneered.

"Oh, they're natural, alright. I've already zoomed in far enough to check for any sign of contacts. You're looking at the eyes of a killer, gentlemen." Gabriel stood up and pushed the power button on the screen. He had already run all sorts of tests and diagnostics on the video on his heavy duty laptop. There was no one better at the job then Gabriel and whatever Gabriel said was always right.

"So? Are you trying to tell us there's this killing machine out there with red eyes and super reflexes who is drinking the blood of locals? What am I supposed to do? Send out a report for a wanted freaking vampire?" The Chief questioned him sharply, arms crossed over his broad chest.

"Oh, I wouldn't say that. That isn't my job here, fellas. My job is to tell you whether what you see on this video is real or not and I'm telling you all, it's real. Now, I'll tell you this, I'm going to call up my boss in Ottawa and tell him that we've got a serious problem on our hands. He'll alert the government and they'll most likely send up some agents and they'll take a peak at this and tell you what the hell you've got on your hands. But as for me? I'm going back to my hotel and I'm going to get a good night's sleep." Gabriel grabbed his coat from the back of his chair, picked up his laptop, and sauntered his way out of the police department.

Like he always said, it was best not to get too attached to his cases.



***



"Hey, boss! Wait up, would you? We just got this in from Ottawa, Canada. It looks like they've got a real unique situation on their hands." Timothy Fitzgerald, a balding man with a protruding stomach, stopped in mid-step as he walked towards his office. He turned to one of his agents who held a paper in their shaking hands.

"What's the situation?" Timothy asked, his rough voice shocked at the sudden outburst from his agent. It wasn't often that the government came to him for help. Timothy Fitzgerald was, proudly, in charge of a secret branch of worldwide government. Some would say his power when it came to the government was endless while some would say it hardly even existed. His specialty was in the unknown.

Kind of like the X-Files, his wife always joked.

"There was a murder there three nights ago," the agent dropped his voice, his brown eyes flickering around him like this was the most coveted secret to be shared. Timothy grunted, stuffing his hands in his pockets.

"And? Murders happen all the time, son. That doesn't mean you have to contact me about it." He turned, about to walk away, when the agent put his hand on his shoulder.

"I wasn't the one to contact you, boss. The President was the one who called the main office and told me to get you on the phone right away," he whispered in a grave voice. Timothy turned back towards him, half of him was in shock while the other half was curious. Now, really, what could have happened in a simple murder that called to the attention of Timothy A. Fitzgerald, commander of the Unknown Defense?

Timothy opened his mouth but when he realized there was nothing to say, he closed it.

"Give me that paper," he finally snapped, yanking the paperwork out of the stunned agent's hand. His beady eyes scanned the words on the paper, stopping on certain words like 'drinking blood', 'ruby eyes', 'sped up reflexes'.

"What do you think of it, boss? I've never heard of anything like this in my whole career of working for you." The agent had peeked over Timothy's shoulder to gaze at the papers once more, even though he had secretly read them all about three times each before finding his boss.

"What are you talking about, Hutchins? You've only been working for me for eight months and in that time, I can't say we've had even one serious case!" The agent shrank back, blinking more times than necessary as he pushed up the glasses perched on the end of his nose. Timothy knew his type, gangling know-it-alls who felt the need to suck up to their boss every now and then to get a raise. Well, he wasn't pushing another penny out of him.

"Sorry, boss. I was just thinking, it's odd, don't you think?"

"Of course it's odd, but that's what I deal with every day of my god damned life. Now, tell me, do you think this seems real to you?" Timothy glanced up from his papers, his eyes as cold as ice. The agent stuttered, not knowing how to respond. His boss was a tough guy to work for, especially when he always questioned you on your morals and beliefs on a case.

"I - I think it is, sir. Yes, I think it is," he mumbled honestly. Timothy snorted as he shuffled the papers up into a more organized manner.

"You know what I think, boy? I think it's a farce. This ain't real. I'll tell you what, this is just some sick psychopath who thinks he's some sort of monster, like a vampire, and thinks he can go around killing people and drinking their blood. You march back into that office of yours and you call the President and you tell him Canada only has a wack-job on their hands, not a freakin' vampire. You got that?" His voice cracked like a whip as the agent jumped.

"But...sir," he paused as Timothy practically threw the papers at him and turned to walk away in a heated manner. The agent sighed and pushed his glasses back up as he sniffed, grabbing for a tissue in his pocket. He always had hated going to work when he had a cold. The worst days were the days he should have been spending at home.

"But, sir, they have it all on tape!" Timothy froze in his steps at the sound of the agent's distressed voice. They had it on tape? This 'creature' had been filmed? Timothy slowly turned, the temptation to see this video stronger than ever. Not once in his 35 years of being in command of this branch of government had he been presented with such potential in a case.

He waddled back to his agent, who stood in the middle of the busy hallway, juggling papers in his arms while trying to pick his briefcase off the floor. He waddled right past Hutchins, mumbling under his breath.

"You get me that god damned tape, boy. You hear me? You get me that tape."



***



Carlisle's Point of View

"Dr. Cullen, line one. Dr. Cullen, line one." I looked up from my paperwork on a middle-aged man who had gone into cardiac arrest the other day and sighed. The muffled static from the overhead speaker was increasingly loud as I picked up my office phone and hit 'line one'.

"Hello?" I placed my pen down as I spun around, turning towards the window.

"When you told me to keep you updated, I thought that meant you would have your cell phone on, Carlisle," Tanya's low voice snapped on the other end. I glanced down at my cell phone as I pulled it out of my pocket.

"Ah, I'm sorry, Tanya. I was just in surgery and I had it turned off." I swiftly pushed the power button on the small phone and sighed as it said I had 17 voicemails - all from Tanya.

"Yeah, well, I wish I had gotten a hold of you sooner, Carlisle. Things are bad up here. Really, really bad." I stiffened at the sound of her voice.

"What are you talking about? Have their been more developments in the case?" Her breath was shaky on the other line and if I was still human, I knew my pulse would have been racing.

"Carlisle, they know," she simply stated.

I stood straight up in shock, too fast for human eyes. I quickly checked to make sure my office door was close in case a nurse or patient had seen me. I was pacing before I knew it.

"Who is 'they'?" I whispered softly.

"The humans. Look, I don't have much time. Kate wants to get out of Denali as soon as we can. We're busy packing and hunting. We don't know how bad things are going to get and-" I stopped her. Was she trying to tell me that...our existence was now known? That the human population now knew about vampires? I cursed under my breath, something I hadn't done in ages.

"Calm down, Tanya. Start at the beginning. I want to know everything," I demanded.

"Alright, alright. The specialist, some big shot from Ottawa, got to Dawson before Carmen and Eleazer were even half way there. He said the tape was original, or in other words, it hadn't been tampered with. He called his boss, some head in security in Ottawa, and told him the story. They immediately sent some agents up to look at the tape and decide what in the world the newborn was. Then, they decide to bring in the United States in on it since, apparently, there's a whole branch of government called Unknown Defense who deals with scares like this all the time. They sent the tape to the main office and their commander, Timothy Fitzgerald, looked at it. Carlisle, our cover is blown. They're sending out reports across the globe, alerting all leaders that we exist. They've decided the world needs to know." My breathing quickened; no. It wasn't possible. How had one newborn blown away centuries of secrets and lies?

"Tanya, this doesn't make sense. How could just one video make a whole world decide we're real?" It seemed so far-fetched. With the firm belief that we didn't exist, it seemed hard to imagine that one video had changed the minds of middle-aged humans.

"I'm not sure. Maybe this Timothy guy has something to do with it? I don't know. Oh God, I just don't know. I hear they're going to have a report on about it. This is insane! I would have never guessed that...that...that this could happen! I mean, not once have we, as a species, been in such danger!" She was on the verge of crying, I could tell. I blinked and gulped, thinking of the family.

"Look, I suggest you leave Forks. I'm sure if details get out to the public about the newborn, people are going to say you and your family follow the qualifications. Things aren't going to be getting any better, Carlisle. Right now, I think things are about to get a whole lot worse than anything we've ever dealt with." I ground my teeth in response.

"Tanya, how are you sure of these things? Where are you hearing this from?" I asked, wondering who could possibly be giving her such inside details. If most terrorists couldn't hack into the government's system, how was she doing this?

"It doesn't matter right now, Carlisle. I'm not proud of all I've done, but if it means getting information that could save my family, I'm willing to do it. Now, look, if I were you, I would cancel all hours for the rest of the day, grab your family and run. Get out of there. I don't know when they're releasing the news to the public but I'm sure that when they do, you're all going to be in danger. Look, we're about to leave and if you want, you guys can meet us at Fort Nelso-" she stopped.

My hearing picked up something I had never heard in the whole time of my existence. Televisions. Not just one, surely I had heard that, but every single television in the whole hospital, in the whole local vicinity, had somehow turned on and the same exact thing was playing.

"Carlisle? Do you hear that?" She whispered, horrified. I clutched the phone to my ear as I walked to the door and opened it, gazing at the television screen located at the nurse's station across the hallway from my office.

"Yes, Tanya. I do," I mumbled back. The words 'Special Report' appeared at the bottom of the screen and then an older man, looking quite shaken, was on screen. Timothy A. Fitzgerald, the name read located on the bottom of the screen.

"This is it," Tanya breathed softly on the other end, "this is the end, isn't it?"

If I had been human with a beating heart and flowing blood, I know tears would have sprung to my eyes as the words I had forever dreaded reached my ears from the television. A curious nurse stepped forward and turned the volume up as I stood there, frozen in the doorway.

"I hope not, Tanya, I really hope not."



***



Aro's Point of View

"Aro! Aro! Come quick!" I glanced up from my desk at the sound of Gianna's frightened voice drifting down the hallway from her office. A sigh escaped my lips, would I never be given peace and quiet? In all my ages, I could not recall one moment in which I had been granted such a great reward.

I strode out of the room, closing the door behind me. Marcus was already standing outside, his stiff face revealing nothing on the situation. He reached out, gazing at my hand.

We're in trouble, he told me once our hands had connected. I looked at him strangely, now who could possibly endanger us, the Volturi? What an odd statement for Marcus to say.

I ignored his warning and briskly walked past, noticing how he immediately turned and followed me. I really wished he would brighten up one day. His morbid moods were getting on my nerves more and more by the centuries.

"Yes, Gianna? What is it?" I stood in the broad doorway, clasping my hands before me. She glanced at me from her position by her desk, a television remote in hand. I had never understood that invention, really. Such an odd contraption.

She motioned towards the big metal box that hung on the wall and pressed a tiny button on the remote. Immediately, the soft buzzing sound I had heard before blurred into a louder, staticy sound in which voices came from. I stared at the television curiously.

"Did you call me down here just to simply watch television with you?" I asked sharply, gazing at an older man who appeared on the screen. Gianna opened her mouth, her eyes wide in fear, but snapped it shut. I felt Marcus's cold touch reach my shoulder.

Just watch, Aro. Watch and listen, he thought. I agitatedly hummed and came closer to the screen, reluctantly listening to the guttural sounds coming from the man's mouth.

"Those of you who think certain...legends are false, need to rethink your beliefs. It seems as if monsters have walked among us for thousands and thousands of years now. Abominations, they are," he hoarsely said. I widened my eyes.

Was he talking about...us?

Gianna grabbed a tissue from a box located on her desk and noisily blew her nose and dabbed her eyes. I turned my head a fraction of an inch and stared at her. How strange. Teardrops. I hadn't seen someone cry in years.

My attention was immediately pulled back to the silver box as the man, an insignificant Timothy A. Fitzgerald, hissed out a word I had never expected to hear on the world news, of all things. Vampire.

"What do we do? There's got to be something!" Gianna cried, staring at the television in clear horror. I gaped at it uncertainly. This had to be some joke, I told myself. Clearly, this is just a foolish prank. Humans simply did not know about us. They couldn't. I mean, what vampire in their right mind would willingly tell them about us, knowing the full force of the Volturi would follow him as a swift blow of death?

I turned to Marcus, not even masking my surprise as Caius appeared next to him.

"Most of this is occurring in the United States of America. I suggest we go and kill this pathetic weasel, Fitzgerald, before the world actually starts to believe the lunatic," he absentmindedly murmured. I furrowed my brow, straining to understand the meaning behind the words.

Never had our existence been revealed. Never had humans learned about us. Never did the government believe we existed. How had this happened?

"No. I will tell you what we do, Caius," I snapped harshly. He glanced up, his white bushy eyebrows raising. "We find out who did this! Who revealed us! And then we kill them. And, after the stupid little prosecutor has been executed, we take care of this crisis." I pushed Marcus and Caius aside, striding past them and back into the hall.

"And how do you propose we take care of this, brother? What? You plan to savagely execute the whole world?" Caius called out, smirking. I paused, a hiss forming in the back of my throat.

"No, brother. We rise as we were destined to do and we take back this world, regardless of who gets in our way."