Chapter 2: Awakening In Divinity

### Chapter 2: Awakening in Divinity

The blinding light that had enveloped him faded, and he felt a sudden jolt, as if his soul had been anchored into a new vessel. His eyes snapped open, and he found himself lying in a soft bed, the room cloaked in the stillness of midnight. The faint glow of moonlight filtered through a window, casting silver streaks across the wooden floor. He sat up slowly, his senses sharp and alert, taking in his surroundings. The air smelled faintly of pine and rain—a scent he instinctively knew belonged to Forks, Washington. It was four days before the events of *Twilight* would begin, four days before Bella Swan would arrive in this small, misty town.

He swung his legs over the edge of the bed, his movements fluid and effortless, as if his body already knew its own strength. A strange warmth pulsed within him, a fiery undercurrent laced with a serene, celestial energy—his Phoenix and angelic heritage intertwining in perfect harmony. He stood, his bare feet silent against the floor, and made his way to a full-length mirror in the corner of the room. The moonlight illuminated his reflection, and for the first time, he saw the form he now inhabited.

He was breathtaking. His features were a masterpiece of divine craftsmanship—sharp cheekbones, a strong jawline, and piercing eyes that shimmered with an otherworldly light, a blend of fiery gold and celestial blue. His hair, a cascade of golden curls, seemed to glow faintly, as if kissed by both sunlight and starlight. His skin was flawless, radiating a subtle luminescence that made him look like a living embodiment of heaven and flame. He was tall, his frame both powerful and graceful, every inch of him exuding an ethereal beauty that could rival even the most stunning of the Cullens. The half-angel, half-Phoenix nature had sculpted him into something beyond human, beyond vampire—a being of unparalleled allure.

He tilted his head, studying himself with a calm detachment. He wasn't shocked by his appearance, though he knew he should have been. Perhaps it was the lingering serenity from the field of grass, or maybe it was the innate confidence of his new existence, but he felt… right. This was who he was meant to be. The true son of an archangel and the Phoenix, a hybrid of celestial light and fiery rebirth, now standing in the quiet bedroom of Charlie and Renée's house as their adopted son.

He ran a hand through his curls, noting the way they seemed to shimmer with a faint, fiery glow, and then glanced down at his body. He was dressed in simple sleepwear—a loose white shirt and pants—but even in such plain clothing, he looked regal, as if the fabric itself couldn't diminish his radiance. Around his neck, he noticed a thin silver chain, a small pendant in the shape of a feather resting against his chest. It felt significant, though he didn't know why.

His thoughts drifted to the wheel, to the voice, and to the unwanted bonds it had thrust upon him. Alice Cullen and Rosalie Hale. The names stirred a flicker of irritation in his chest, the same anger he'd felt in that ethereal field. He didn't want to be tied to them, not when they already had their own soulmates in the *Twilight* story he knew so well. He clenched his jaw, his reflection in the mirror showing a brief flash of fire in his eyes—a reminder of the Phoenix within him. He would deal with that later. For now, he needed to understand his place in this world, his powers, and how he could shape the events to come.

He turned away from the mirror, his gaze settling on the window. The night outside was quiet, the town of Forks asleep under a blanket of stars. He could feel the power coursing through him, a blend of angelic grace and Phoenix fire waiting to be unleashed. He didn't know the full extent of his abilities yet, but he knew they were vast—chosen by him to be perfect, to ensure he would never be at the mercy of this world's dangers.

As he stood there, a faint memory of his previous life flickered in his mind—a life of struggles, of reading stories like *Twilight* and wishing for something more. Now, he had it. He was more than human, more than vampire or werewolf. He was a being of divinity and flame, a force that could bend this world to his will. And as the older brother to Bella Swan, he would be there when she arrived, a guardian of celestial fire, ready to rewrite the story in his own image.

A small smirk tugged at his lips. Let the Cullens and the wolves come. Let the events of *Twilight* unfold. He was ready—and he would be unstoppable.