Chapter: The Lion Started Baring His ClawsLepidus sat alone in the villa's hortus now.There was a white marble bench beside him but he chose to sit on the earth.'Old habits die hard,' he thought bitterly.A warm breeze still lingered from the day.The late afternoon sun should have been hot, but it wasn't.He didn't feel it, too occupied to care.He was half-watching the olive trees sway in the breeze.The familiar marble lion fountain gurgled behind him, but even its sound felt ghostly, like a whisper from another life.Then came the memory, not of Caligula this time—but of Marcus.The night before Lepidus was sent off, wearing military garb that didn't quite fit yet.He heard a whistle, two tones.It was their implicit signal when calling each other.It caught Lepidus off guard.He stopped moving.He was packing the few remaining clean tunics he had.He had never told Marcus and Lucius where he lived or anything about his lineage, even though they had been friends for so long.So Lepidus was quite shocked when he heard th
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Chapter: Wait For MeIn Rome, military service was both duty and a currency.For plebians, it was survival—or a ladder out of obscurity.For the nobility, it was performance: a rite, a stage, proof that their bloodlines still bled for the Roman Republic, now the Roman Empire. Sons of gentes, consuls and senators were expected to serve, often beginning as tribuni militum (military tribunes) posted to the fringes of the known world to earn their scars and their stories.And the plebians? They started as a foot soldiers or miles gregarius.A Roman legion was its own city of war—five to six thousand men, split into cohorts and centuries. At the top stood the legatus legionis, a senator by rank, an emperor's man by appointment.Below him: six tribunes, drawn from both noble and equestrian stock; the praefectus castrorum, a hardened veteran who ran the camp like a machine.And the centurions—grizzled, brutal, relentless—who ruled their men with iron fists and vine staffs.But not all soldiers marched under th
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Chapter: The Making Of A MonsterWarning! This chapter includes disturbing content and may be upsetting to some readers. Please take care while reading.An epigraph:"In the crucible of cruelty, a fragile soul is remade—one scar, one sorrow, each step forging the darkness within."The time was now meridies..Caligula sat atop a high cliff, overlooking the sea.One foot dangled in the air, the other tucked beneath him, propping up his head—like a lost child.The emperor's villa loomed just a few steps behind, a presence he could feel even without turning.His eyes stayed on the cruel waves, though his mind was miles away.The wind was hot, but soft.It tousled his blond hair like fingers that didn't belong to him.He could smell the salt in the air.The sea—strong, clean, already familiar.His face was still. Quiet.But his back ached.His lip was split.One eye swollen.Turning purple.A red hand print lingered on the circle of his neck.It stung when he breathed.He remembered what happened earlier—after everyone in
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Chapter: When The Heart Started To ForgetThe next day...Macro returned to his usual routine—standing guard outside the prince's cubiculum, stone-faced as ever.But something had changed in the air.The door opened.Macro, who wasn't looking directly at Caligula, was waiting for the soft footfall on the marbled floor.Seconds passed.A full minute went by.No sound.No movement.A bead of sweat rolled down his temple.He can swear he even heard it when it hit the marble.Slowly, Macro moved his eyes and peeked from the corner of his vision.Caligula was just standing there, his back resting against the frame of the door.His hands folded on his chest. Crumpling his purple tunic.His other leg was crossed over the other.His posture seemed relaxed, but it felt like a bowstring stretched too tight.One move and it felt like the prince would snap and attack him.Alert. Like a viper.The pretty prince didn't exit his room like he used to.He didn't move at all.He stood motionless, like a statue.Staring at Macro.'Is he measurin
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Chapter: Macro Heard The WhistleSometime around November. The day Sejanus' letter arrived at Capri Island 28 ADA whistle.Two tone.Caligula's been trying to learn it ever since he first heard it five years ago.But he never managed to do it.Not with his mouth. No.Instead, it echoes inside his head.The tune stays, curled up in the back of his brain like something half-alive.It's the only thing keeping his sanity.He tries to hum it, but the sound won't come.His throat is dry.He wishes there was something to drink.But there was none.'Water—anything—!!'Even if it contains something that drives men past reason!........The sun had long since vanished, and the sea had gone black.Capri held its breath.But Caligula didn't know.He can't tell.Because there is no window.He sat on the cold stone floor, bare legs drawn up to his chest.His tunic was ripped and bunched at his waist, leaving his back and chest exposed, streaked with old bruises and new.The oil lamp flickered weakly against the far wall.Just a fl
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Chapter: Revolt Of The FrisiiSometime Around October 28 AD, Germania Inferior, Marshland East of the Rhine"Hmmmmm..."A low thrum stirred the stillness before dawn.It grew.A deep, resonant drone—heavy with numbers, thick with intent.A barritus.The battle-cry of Germania.Then came the tendrils of grey, snaking upward through the thinning branches of the forest—Smoke.Grey. Acrid. Hungry.The Germania tribe had returned.And at their forefront—Arminius.This was no petty rebellion.He did not rally for kingship.It was a reckoning.He rallied for vengeance—raw and untamed, pulsed in the air.A bitter memory surfaced in Arminius's mind, sharp as a shattered glass.Sejanus.The snake.Yes, it had been Arminius who first approached him—believing that Sejanus’ ambition might be bargained with.He had offered something of value, hoping to secure his family’s safety.And in return, once part of the promise was fulfilled, Sejanus would reveal their location.But in the end, the nature of the serpent does not change
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Chapter: Side Story 7: On The Run (End)One Week Later..Tony was grumpy.It was his first official day as the Don of the Santa De Leones.The office?It was one of their family’s legal front businesses—design and furniture.One of many.Tony barked orders, grudgingly signed documents, and spent most of his time scowling.His eyes never left the clock.The moment eleven am hit, he bolted like a tornado, ignoring his employees.Today was Angel’s flight to America.The last full week passed by like a blur.After leaving Rome, they spent two days travelling back to Lake Como, three days resting, dating, and making love.And the last two days of the week?Angel spent it with his useless parents in Florence.Tony was still mad about that.He only got to be with Angel for five full days.Tony gritted his teeth at the thought.Angel’s parents wept.Asked for forgiveness.Claimed they realized their mistake even before Angel was taken by the Luchese family.Before the chaos at Hotel Valgrande.‘Took them long enough.’They said the
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Chapter: Side Story 6: On The RunGrab.Click.Bang!The gunshot echoed through the suite like thunder in a canyon.Beth’s eyes flared—wide and wet with disbelief and unshed tears.A bullet punched into her chest.“Urk—!”She choked—turning pale—a gurgling sound escaping her lips as blood pooled on her mouth.The scent of blood filled the air.Metallic.Disgusting.Then her limbs went slack.Tony stared at her chest—smoke curling from the bullet hole that he made.It was clear in the morning light.His breathing was ragged.Sweat clung to his skin.Then—Blood dripped. The sound felt so loud.It soaked him—almost.He pushed Beth’s body aside without mercy.She hit the floor like a puppet cut from its strings.Beth lay on her side, her final role.Her blood kept flowing, turning the sapphire colored carpet into dark red beneath her.She wasn't moving.No.Not anymore.And just like that—it was over.‘Fucking finally.’Tony didn’t feel any triumph as he continued to lie there, his back on the floor.Not grief either.I
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Chapter: Side Story 5: On The Run“Well, hello there, Santa De Leones,” she grinned like a grim reaper—dressed in all black.A bone chilling sight.Especially since Tony couldn’t find Angel inside the suite.His heart sank.His eyes twitched.Fingers were itching to take the gun from his waistband behind him.“Long time no see,” he said, flat and dangerous, eyes scanning the surroundings.‘She’s alone.’Tony concluded.The plum curtain was still half drawn like last night.‘No chance of sniper.’But he didn’t stop analyzing everything.The woman’s smile only got wider at his answer, aware of what Tony was thinking.She loved prey that used half of their brain.She was theatrically like her father—both loved seeing people squirm.Then Tony murmured her name like a curse.“Beth.”She was about to reply when suddenly—The suite door clicked open quietly.Scent of coffee filled the air.Angel strolled in wearing Tony’s big black shirt over his own faded blue jeans and white rubber shoes.Headphones—the one they bought in o
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Chapter: Side Story 4: On The Run (R+18)Tony didn't realize he was trembling until Angel pulled back from the kiss.He stared at the beautiful creature in front of him with wonder as he sat there—legs parted to accommodate Angel between them—on the carpeted floor.His hands still rested on Angel’s waist.Tony’s heart felt full—like it would burst any minute.Angel’s lips lingered close to him—still kneeling, fingers were locked behind Tony’s neck.Wet.Parted.His warm breath fanning over Tony’s face.Their eyes met.Forgetting everything—their worries, their fight.The danger that was gaining on them.All Tony saw was the emotion within Angel’s eyes.‘He loves me,’ he wanted to scream and cry with joy.And for the first time ever since they’d run away—since the gun, the tears, the confession—Tony’s heart didn’t race with panic.It beat calmly.Steady.Grounded.Alive.He was still broken, yes.Still bleeding inside.The beast and the darkness were still there.But Angel’s admittance of love had tamed it.They stared at eac
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Chapter: Side Story 3: On The Run(Takes place before the Prologue)“Shoot me, Angel.”The words hung in the air—a challenge, a plea, a silent dare.“You—! You’ve gone mad!” Angel shouted.But Tony only stared into those pretty violet eyes—wide with shock, trembling with horror—his gun shaking in Angel’s delicate grip.The same hands that Tony had always kissed like they were sacred.He reached out without thinking, needing to feel them again—but Angel pulled away.An ugly feeling began to stir inside him. The one he’d been suppressing for so long.The beast.“If it’s you…” Tony whispered, half-prayer, half-threat, “…I don’t mind dying by your hands.”And he meant every word.Twisted. Desperate.True.Because death, delivered by those divine hands? That would feel like mercy.A gift—compared to the daily, gnawing terror of losing Angel to someone else.To something else.He was aware of it—he was becoming an overbearing bastard.A controlling monster.But he couldn't help it.He couldn't stop.He had almost lost Ang
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Chapter: Side Story 2: On The Run (R+18) (Trigger Warning BEWARE! Slight Non-Con)(Trigger Warning BEWARE! Slight Non-Con)(Takes place before the Prologue)Two days later. In an expensive hotel suite in Rome.The quiet hum of the mini fridge and AC was the loudest sound in the suite.Two days.Two days since the bullets had shattered their false sense of security.Since Tony had expertly driven them away from Calabria, ditching the beat-up, bullet-ridden car.‘I even liked that car,’ Angel sighed. ‘It was vintage.’They’d melted into the chaos of a small-town train station, boarding the first high-speed service they could find across Italy—putting miles between them and their unseen hunters.Now they were in Rome.In a suite so enormous and sumptuously decorated in blue sapphire, it felt more like a museum exhibit than a temporary refuge.Expensive.Comfortable.Not quite.Angel sat by the window, idly tracing patterns into the condensation.He was restless.The silence only amplified the frantic beat of his heart.His mind wandered—to his and Tony’s first fight a
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