Rated M for: Violence, Gore, Language, Sexual Themes, Nudity, and Extreme Scenes
Sand. A half a mile of sand. This was the arena. A place of death and glory. A man walked out to the center of it and raised his hands. The crowd suddenly went quiet from their conversations and looked on. The man was middle aged, noticeably well fed and with an uninterested face, he did not seem to enjoy the place nor the company. His hand went up to point up to the people on the Pulvinus. Men and women dressed in royal garments, they sat with bored expressions waiting for the show of blood. The main seat was of a shining Ivory, the head of a lion at the very top and its paws to make the arms of the seat. In it sat a man with a pale complexion and deep blue eyes, his black hair falling around his shoulders as he looked on to the man in the middle of the arena.
"Today!! The City of Eudisyum honors its most honorable guest! We salute him with blood and glory! A display of deep respect from the best Gladiators in Strophya!! Let Eudisyum be remembered for giving this most honorable of guests a grand show! Never to be forgotten!" The man bowed towards the Pulvinus. The man in the Lion Seat waved it off and signaled him to rise. The presentator straightened up at the signal and smiled "Let us honor you Majesty! Our own Emperor! ESPHIRON!!" The crowd went wild with cheers and screams of happiness. "THE NINTH!!" The Emperor looked up as his subjects showered him with adoration. The bored look in his face left in only for a moment and he smiled. He slowly rose and raised his hands, the people once more going quiet.
"My people! It is you who share blood with me! It is you why I am here today!" He leaned on the rail of the Pulvinus and smiled "Let us enjoy this feast of blood and the macabre together! To appease the thirst for violence that fills our hearts! To quench the thirst for death! So that we may live in Peace as we have been!" He made a fist and touched his chest where his heart was with it, pounding it lightly "I feel as you do! That we are good, and brave! We are not intimidated by Demons!" The crowd roared out 'NOOOOO!!!' "We are not frightened by Elves or the Drow!" The crowd once more roared out 'NOOOOO!!!' "We are a Republic united under the banner of bravery and sacrifice! What we have, we have earned!!" The crowded once more rose and cheered "What we have!! It is ours by merit!!" The crowd got wilder and wilder. "What we have, we have because we are THEYSILON!!" The crowd exploded, making the arena shake with their cheers and shouts. The Emperor sat back down and smiled as he looked down at the presentator "Let us begins with the games Bauscus!"
Gannicus stood under the seats, listening to the deafening roar of the crowd. He smiled and shook off the dust that fell on him as they grew wilder and wilder for blood. Blood that he would spill. He looked over at the cages and saw the slaves chained up, waiting for their invitable deaths. His smile grew bigger still as he walked forward and leaned in on the bars "Do you hear their fucking screams!? They crave your blood! Your lives! They crave your hearts and tears!" He laughed as they looked at him. A scared lot. One of the few men allowed to walk free around the arena, and he took good advantage of it.
"GANNICUS!" A Mechanomicon shouted after him and pushed him aside "Do not taunt or speak to the slaves! They are not to be interacted with!" It turned its head and looked into the cell "Besides, they will all fall in due time. You on the other hand, will remain, you fucking cunt." Gannicus laughed and walked away "I apologize Executor, I but warn them of the horrors awaiting them. I will go prepare now. I am to be in the Primus, as always. Bet for me" The Mechanomicon looked at him as he walked away and shook his head "Arrogant cock, your end will come soon also. As soon as I am able to fight..." A slave touched the Mechanomicon's hand through the cell and spoke up "Please sir! I'm not meant to be here! I but took bread for my family! I swear!" The Executor looked down and grabbed the slave's arm and broke it "GET OFF ME! You fucking slave! Touching me with your filthy hands! You will die for the Emperor's entertainment! So get used to it!" The slave cradled his hand and cried as the Executor walked away. There was a long day of games ahead.
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