Madara Uchiha in Twilight?

Nara Appearance

The halls of Volterra had never truly known silence.

Even when quiet, the air was filled with whispers — ancient secrets. Schemes passed through marble columns like ghosts. 

Deep in the stone citadel beneath the city, in a vast hall carved with centuries of vampire history, Aro stood before a towering stained-glass window, its colors muted by the dim underground light.

In one hand, a crystal goblet filled with rich human blood swirled lazily — until it didn't.

Until his other hand hovered, unmoving, over a sealed letter. Waxed in gold. Crest unmistakable.

Denali.

He hadn't moved in a long time.

Beside him, Caius paced. Always restless. Always burning.

"They allowed them into their home?" he spat, disbelief curling his lip. "It?"

"Yes." Aro murmured — his voice light, but his eyes heavy. "And not only that… something even more…" He smiled, faint and thin. "Fascinating. Like Uchiha… and that man."

He thought of Madara Uchiha, and the glass in his hand shattered — crimson wine of human blood spilling down the stone, sharp pieces glinting in the room.

But Aro's tone didn't shift. Didn't rise. As if he hadn't destroyed the last of a royal vintage.

"A hybrid," he whispered.

Marcus stirred, slowly, his voice an echo from across the centuries.

"You said the last ones died… in infancy."

"This one lived," Aro replied. "More than lived. She has control, perhaps even reason. She is being guided. Raised. By someone of that fascinating clan."

"Uchiha."

The name struck the stone like acid.

Caius slammed his palm into a marble pillar — a crack jagged down its spine like a vein.

"That surname…" he hissed, "is disgusting."

Aro turned, calmly now, his red eyes glinting with memory.

Caius pressed on, snarling.

"We should eliminate that Uchi—"

"No," Aro cut in — calm, but razor-sharp. His gaze locked on his brother.

"We tried that. Many times. Across many centuries. Their bloodline never faltered. Not once. Every member born of that clan... exceeded expectations."

He stepped forward, slowly, like a teacher explaining inevitability.

"What do you think would happen," he asked softly, "if we sent our guards to face him?"

He gestured slightly, as if illustrating a concept in the air.

"Death."

Caius's lip curled with fury.

"But what if he is weaker? Not like the one from the 1500s. Not like the Red Armored Yokai or the Masked One a hundred years ago or that Wicked Eye. What if this one — this Itachi — what if he is flawed?"

"If he were flawed," Aro said, "he'd be dead already."

"And if he can nurture a hybrid… and he can stabilize it fully… then he is more than a Uchiha. He is a monument."

The hall fell silent again — thick with tension.

Then Aro whispered — almost reverently

"Hybrids are potential incarnate. But that potential is volatile. Unstable. Wild. Born malformed, uncontrollable, mutated. They burn out like meteors."

He stepped toward the letter again, tracing its edges with reverence.

"But this one lived. She is breathing. Moving. Thinking."

His voice dropped lower.

"What happens when that wild potential… is perfected?"

Marcus's voice,cold, broke through again.

"She could be the next threat to our rule."

Aro turned his head slightly, just enough for the candlelight to catch the smile curving on his lips.

The words hung heavy in the chamber:

More than prophecy.

Less than warning.

A truth.

Aro did not respond at first.

He walked slowly, glass shards cracking beneath his feet, each step deliberate as if savoring the pain.

Crimson smears trailed him like a priest walking through a battlefield.

"She could be. Or will be," he whispered.

"But what if she is not a threat?"

He turned to face them — Caius, seething and bitter.

Marcus, neutral, his eyes gleaming like a scholar or a lunatic.

"What if she is a solution?"

Caius laughed a sharp bark, ugly and humorless.

"To what? Evolution?"

He stepped forward, his voice iron wrapped in disgust.

"To centuries of law? To the order we bled for?"

Aro raised a single finger.

"No," he said softly.

"To stagnation."

Even Marcus again stirred at that.

Aro stepped back to the stained glass. His fingers ghosted across its cold surface.

"Our kind has lived too long without change," he murmured.

"Too long in the rot of repetition. Cull the newborns. Enforce the masquerade. Punish. Judge. Rule. Repeat."

His gaze lifted, and for a moment there was something terrible in it

Hope.

"But a hybrid… born of accident… one raised with reason, discipline, vision… what might she become?"

Caius spat at the ground.

"What might she destroy?"

The silence that followed felt thick, but Aro's voice cut through it.

"We will not strike—not that I don't want—but we can't…" He paused and continued.

"Remember. Uchiha is accompanying her. We will strike the moment she is alone, unprotected, and left to her own life. That will give us chance. And Uchiha personalities are always… cold, proud, reserved. If she will die, then that will be her weakness and he will judge it like that and that's something we can use."

He extended his hand.

A flicker in the corner, and then Demetri stood in the room.

Like a shadow that had always been there.

"You will go," Aro said.

"To the girl?"

"To the guardian," Aro corrected.

"To the man they call Itachi."

Demetri's lips curled just slightly.

He did not fear that name... rather the surname.

For now... soon he will fear both.

"And if he sees me?"

Aro smiled kindly.

"Then bow. And run."

Caius snarled in annoyance in the background like a child, but Aro ignored him.

His eyes were distant now, already imagining something far away.

"Observe. Learn. Follow the hybrid's path… and if you see her power bloom…"

His hand curled again slowly into a fist.

"Tell me how bright the fire is… and whether it burns gold… or red."

Demetri bowed and left as the heavy doors groaned shut behind him, sealing the council chamber in silence once more.

The scent of crushed blood and old stone lingered.

Caius said, "Then why hesitate? Why send a hunter to observe instead of strike?"

Aro sighed secretly at his naivety and stupid questions as he repeated himself.

"Because fear makes monsters of us all, brother. We have hunted the Uchiha bloodline for centuries and each time, we lost—and in the end, we give up. No ordinary vampire can match their power, not even us."

"Uchiha clan… full of warriors that command fire, darkness, and mind… if anyone can tame a hybrid like this, it is them."

Marcus's voice was calm.

"A hybrid raised by an Uchiha could change the balance of power—not like it hasn't changed already because of that clan—but it doesn't need to be changed even more. Not just for us, but for the human world… and the supernatural one."