Twilight: blood & brimstone

The world cracked at Bella's command.

It wasn't just the sky that shattered—it was something deeper, something that had been sleeping for too long.

Something that had been waiting for her.

She could feel it.

Power uncoiling inside her, stretching, expanding, bleeding into the air like ink into water.

This place—the demon's domain—was no longer just his.

It was hers.

She had taken the throne.

She had shattered the sky.

And now?

Now it was time to remake the world.

The demon stood beside her, watching her power bloom. The look in his eyes was beyond satisfaction—it was recognition.

He had known.

He had always known what she would become.

And yet, even he seemed amused by how quickly she was claiming her birthright.

Bella tilted her head, testing the weight of the power humming in her bones.

It wasn't just darkness.

It wasn't just control.

It was sin itself.

Lust. Greed. Wrath. Envy. Sloth. Gluttony. Pride.

The seven great vices, their essence slumbering within her, now stirring.

Bella inhaled, and she felt them wake.

Each one a part of her.

Each one bending to her will.

She smiled.

This was who she was meant to be.

The First Move

The demon stepped forward, his gaze never leaving hers.

"You feel it now, don't you?"

Bella exhaled slowly. "Yes."

His smirk deepened. "Then it's time."

Bella lifted a brow. "Time for what?"

The demon chuckled. "For you to show them."

Bella stilled.

She knew exactly who he meant.

The Cullens.

Edward.

Alice.

The family she had left behind.

They thought they had lost her.

They thought she was gone.

But they didn't understand.

She wasn't lost.

She was becoming.

Bella took a step forward, and the realm bent to her will.

The shadows thickened, the air trembled, the very foundation of this place answering her call.

She wasn't just going back to Forks.

She was returning as something new.

Something they had no defense against.

Forks: The Calm Before the Storm

The Cullens' house was silent.

Tense.

The air inside was thick with grief, with disbelief, with something close to fear.

Edward hadn't moved from where he sat, his hands curled into fists, his body rigid.

Alice hadn't spoken in hours.

Jasper kept his distance, sensing the storm that was brewing inside the family.

Rosalie paced. Emmett scowled. Carlisle and Esme exchanged worried glances.

No one knew what to say.

Because they all knew—

Bella was gone.

And not just in the way they had feared.

She hadn't been taken.

She had chosen.

She had left them behind.

And now, none of them knew what to do.

Edward's fingers tightened against the arms of the chair.

"We have to get her back."

Alice flinched. "Edward—"

"No." His voice was sharp. Hard. Desperate. "She's still Bella. We can save her."

Jasper's expression darkened. "You saw what she did, Edward. You felt it. That wasn't just power—" His voice lowered, edged with something close to dread. "That was something else."

Edward's jaw clenched. "I don't care."

Alice finally spoke, voice thin, uncertain.

"She's coming back."

Silence.

Edward's head snapped up.

Alice's hands trembled.

"I saw it," she whispered. "She's coming back to Forks."

Edward shot to his feet. "When?"

Alice exhaled, her fingers tightening at her sides.

"…Now."

The room froze.

And then—

The air shattered.

A pulse of darkness, thick and suffocating, rippled through the house, sending the lights flickering, shaking the very foundation beneath them.

The Cullens barely had time to react—

Before the shadows split—

And Bella stepped through.

The Return

She was no longer just Bella Swan.

No longer just a girl caught between monsters.

She was something far worse.

The moment she entered the room, the temperature dropped. The air shifted, bending to her presence, thick with something unnatural.

She was different.

Stronger.

Unrecognizable.

Her eyes, once so familiar, were darker than night itself—bottomless, filled with something ancient, something inhuman.

She took a step forward, and the floor creaked beneath her heels.

Edward stared at her, disbelief and longing warring in his expression. "Bella—"

Her lips curled.

"Hello, Edward."

His breath caught.

She sounded the same.

And yet—

She was nothing like the girl he had loved.

She tilted her head, the air around her humming with power.

"I hope you haven't forgotten about me."

Edward swallowed. "You—"

Bella smirked.

And then, in a voice laced with something both sweet and deadly—

"I missed you."

The room shook.

And the Cullens finally understood.

Bella hadn't come back to be saved.

She had come back to rule.