After walking for thirty minutes, Fia knew a few things about Ettore. He hated fish, he low-key wants to be a farmer, he was thirteen years old same age as her brother and the most fascinating, his father is a centurion. The last one scared Fia, the centurion and his legionaries were the ones who 'took care' of the Christians. Her mother had made it clear thousand of times that if she spots a Roman soldier, she should run the opposite direction. But here she was, holding hands with the son of the man who had the power to wipe her family from existence. "Fia are you listening?" The girl snapped out of her thoughts and smiled sheepishly at Ettore. He returned the smile, exposing his well arranged white teeth. "We are here". He said. "I just need to see someone and then I'll return to you". Fia looked at the large structure in front of her. This house was ten times better than that of Veticia's and hers couldn't even be measured with it. They had long si

Potatoes. Apples. Turnips.These words kept circling through Hagne's head, she let them to. The last thing she wanted to dwell on was her family's impending doom. She was being pessimistic, but she couldn't help it. No one who got caught by the centurion actually escaped.Potatoes. Apples. Turnips.Hagne couldn't sleep. Even after she had exhausted herself with tears, her eyes still wouldn't shut. She had been staring at the ceiling for more than twenty minutes as if a miracle would just suddenly appear. She couldn't find it in her to pray, her spirituality had long since disappeared. Even if she prayed, she felt like God will not answer her. She had been ignoring him for over a year now so why will he?Potatoes. Apples. Turnips.She wondered what her children were doing, especially Fia. She had frightened the little girl but she had no choice, she just hoped that the girl was sound asleep and not crying hysterically like she was.At that mo

Renato sat on one of the soft chairs in the Consul’s chambers as two concubines each walked in with a tray of  food and fruit on one hand and a wine jar on the other. As they set the items on the glass table, the purple transparent linen that they wore stuck to their bodies, showing off their naked skin. The Consul smiled in satisfaction before hitting one of them on her rear end. The lady giggled and ran out of the room with her companion.A sigh escaped Renato’s lips before his eyes took in the  designs of the room to distract himself from the scene that took place s few second ago. A small laugh escaped Consul Cicero’s lips and he reached for the jar of wine before pouring its contents into two golden glasses.“I see you like it”. His deep voice boomed throughout the silent room. Renato nodded and smiled slightly.“It’s impressive”. He responded. Cicero laughed.“Of course it is, I make su

Hagne was slowly regretting her decision of coming here. The stares that the man across her gave was the cause of her regret. She and her husband were seated now, with drinks in front of them. Hagne ordered a cup of water, her husband ordered a beer. As usual.They had been staring at each other for a minute. As awkward as it was, Hagne refused to back down from her glares. She hated him, she had every right to. The fact that he looked even more healthier than her made her hate him more.He now wore expensive robes and clean sandals. She could tell he was fatter and his hair was neatly combed, not as disheveled as it used to be. He actually looked like one of the patricians. She hated it.How dare he be happy? After all the troubles he caused and after he left her to fix her issues on her own. After abandoning his family, for fame and wealth.She hoped he would choke on his beer, or die of liver failure. Any of the two worked for her.After a long

“I’m going to kill her! But I need to find her first”. Abaddon crawled on the rough stairs with a loud groan. His body was injured and one part of his horn was missing, he looked more horrible than he already was.“I am going to kill her!”. He repeated, as if that would alleviate his suffering. Abaddon knew his suffering had just begun and it probably won’t end  anytime soon. He knew he was extremely stupid crawling back here like he had not failed an important mission, he had a lot of guts. A lot of guts to die.“I’m…going to kill her…” He said again, his voice extremely low this time. He had arrived at his own judgement place and he probably would not be scared.A black, high throne was at the centre of the huge pillar that his master once stood on, with demons surrounding it. The more he came closer, the more they snarled like they could read he was now a failure. The throne, luckily for