The days following the fall of the Volturi were tense, but the atmosphere was alive with anticipation. The world of vampires, once ruled by fear and submission under the Volturi's iron rule, was beginning to change. News of Aro's death and the destruction of his vast army spread quickly through the vampire world—through whispers in dark corners, to covens that had lived in the shadows for centuries, fearful of the Volturi's wrath.
But with the Volturi's death, those whispers grew louder. There was no longer a tyrant at the top, no longer a force to keep the vampire world in check. And where there was once fear, there was now hope. Hope for freedom. Hope for power.
As the days passed, vampires from all over the globe—those who had long been living in secrecy or hiding from the Volturi's watchful eyes—began to reach out. Some sent emissaries, others made their presence known through direct confrontation. But one thing was clear: the vampire world was shifting. The Volturi's reign had ended, and in its place, a new power was rising. My power.
And I would not let this opportunity slip through
It began subtly at first—small groups of vampires, cautious yet hopeful, reaching out to join me. They were scattered across the world: from the cold, isolated forests of Russia, to the warm deserts of Africa, to the sprawling cities of Europe. Each one had heard the news, and each one knew that the old ways were gone. A new era had arrived.
Vampires who had lived in fear for centuries, quietly existing in the background of the vampire world. Some were from covens that had once served the Volturi, others from independent clans, all seeking a new place in the world.
I wasn't just gaining power through sheer numbers, but through those who had felt the weight of the Volturi's rule for far too long. These vampires weren't just joining for the sake of power—they were joining because they believed in what I was creating. A world without fear, without subjugation. A world where vampires could thrive without the oppressive hand of the Volturi.
The Forces Swell
As the weeks passed, the trickle of vampires joining my ranks became a flood. Some came to me directly, others through intermediaries. But no matter the method, they came. They came for the promise of something better.
By the time I had gathered a substantial force, it became clear to me: I was no longer leading just my coven and the Cullens. My ranks were swelling by the day. Vampires from across the world—Asia, Africa, the Americas, Europe—all came, eager to be part of the new order I was building. Each new vampire that joined me brought with them knowledge of the old world, of the ways of the Volturi, and their own unique strength.
The growing army was impressive—8,000 vampires, excluding the Shadows. These were vampires of all backgrounds, all with their own abilities and personalities. Some were skilled in the art of combat, others in manipulation or stealth. Together, they would become an unstoppable force.
The Shadows, however, remained a separate force. They were my elite, my most powerful warriors, capable of feats that would awe even the most seasoned vampire. They would remain at the forefront of any battle, serving as both my protectors and the enforcers of my will.
The Cullens Stand By
The Cullens, having witnessed firsthand the sheer might of my army and the unshakable resolve of my Shadows, had firmly committed themselves to my cause. They were loyal, but there was still something about the way they looked at me—something unspoken—that left me questioning just how far they were willing to go.
Carlisle was still the voice of reason, of balance. He had seen the potential in me from the beginning, but even now, after all the bloodshed and victory, I could sense his lingering doubt. He was a man of morality, of principles. The power I wielded—and the way I was shaping the vampire world—would be difficult for him to fully embrace. He'd always believed in peace, in coexistence with humans.
But I had my own vision for the world, and it was one where power ruled, not diplomacy.
I gathered the Cullens at the house in Forks. The moment had come for us to discuss our next steps. It was time for them to fully commit, or risk being left behind in a world that would no longer be governed by ideals of cohabitation, but by strength.
Carlisle spoke first, his voice steady but filled with caution. "You've built something formidable, Jason. The power you wield is undeniable. But I need to ask—what is it that you want for the future? What kind of world are you creating?"
I met his gaze. "A world where vampires like us no longer have to hide. Where we don't live in fear of the Volturi or anyone else. A world where power is no longer a means to oppress, but a means to lead."
"You want to be the ruler of the vampire world," Edward said, his voice sharper than I had expected.
I nodded, my expression hardening. "Yes. The Volturi were weak. They couldn't see the bigger picture. But I can. And now, I have an army strong enough to reshape everything."
Rosalie stood tall, her arms crossed over her chest. "And what will happen to us? Are we part of this new world? Or are we just… soldiers in your army?"
I turned to her. "You're more than just soldiers. You're family. You're my partners in this new world. We will rise together, and I'll make sure you have a place at the top."
The Cullens exchanged looks, but they didn't challenge me. They were still wary, still uncertain, but they were committed. They had no choice now.
An Empire is Born
The next few months were a whirlwind of activity. My forces grew exponentially, reaching beyond the 8,000 mark. Vampires came from every corner of the world, and each one brought new abilities, new strength, and new knowledge to add to my growing empire. My army had become a formidable force—unified and focused.
I had one goal now: to reshape the vampire world in my image. The Volturi were gone. Their name, their power, their very existence, had been erased from history. What remained now was the future—my future—and that of the vampires who had chosen to follow me.
I knew that the war was not yet over. There would be those who would challenge my rule. There would be factions that would try to undermine my authority. But I was ready. I had the power, and I had the vision. No one would stand in my way.
And so, with the Cullens by my side and my new army at my back, I began the process of building my new empire. The world was mine to claim, and I would stop at nothing to ensure that my rule was absolute.