Dis Pater Roman God Novels & Stories

“If the Fangspire pack members love this portrait you might be given an appointment. To make for their council.” “I'm happy you love it dad.” I said out of excitement. “Don't be scared to call me dad or father. I've always wanted a daughter, it seems our gods have answered my prayer.” “Call me dad from now,” he hugged me tightly. “Okay dad,” I replied. “That's much better, child.” “Father, what are you doing there with that woman?” Roman's voice interrupted our moment. “Don't let her deceive you, like your wife did. Women are not to be trusted these days, only my mother is worthy of our trust.”

Damon asked as he continued to rub my arm. "Roman's empire and his allies have scattered. Whatever it is that you did worked." "So what is the bad news?" I asked, feeling my heart begin to thunder in my chest. "Roman's son. He's in the city, and he's demanding justice for his father's death." "I didn't know Roman had a son." "Well, he does. And I think he's a lot worse than his father. He's not a reasonable person, and in terms of being crazy, I remember he was crazier than Cassandra.”

Roman says in a voice devoid of any emotion. My heart skips a beat at his disclosure. I wasn't expecting him to actually answer my question. “And— why is that not a good thing?” I ask with my heart in my throat. “Because I recognise him.” Roman says, allowing his head to drop into his palms, releasing me from the shackles of his heated gaze “Who is he?” I ask, shocked by my need to know. “He's one of my father's men.” Roman says in a voice filled with so much unveiled rage.

Chris scolded Satio, who had pulled him immediately he had called Lena inside. Now Lena was gone. “She was with that spin man, so don’t fucking go near her,” he scolded, and Chris snorted. “She is my girlfriend; I have every right to go after her.” “You don’t get it; she just spoke with the pope right now. Do you know who a pope is?” Satio scolded, and Chris was confused. Wasn't a pope the head of the catholic church? “Yeah…yeah…he is the head of the mafia.”

She's about to disappear but screams instead when Iapeitus grabs her hair. "Where do you think you're going?" He slams her on the floor. Iapetius is the God of morality and death. She's looking up at him, "Nowhere I was stretching."

’ For the first time in his life Romero showed the world the real man beneath the Mafia Boss's veneer, he let Luca hug him tightly and rested his head on the other man’s shoulder he was truly beaten. ‘Do what you have to do.’ He said quietly and the Priest laid his hands on the still figure in the bed, ‘I believe in God the Father Almighty, Creator of Heaven and Earth And in Jesus Christ, His only Son, our Lord, Who was conceived by the Holy Spirit Born of the Virgin Mary …..’ Romero tuned him out, he could not bear the fact he was saying the Last Rites over his beloved Tash and when he looked he saw that Luca was close to tears.

But I know better than to rush things. I’ve learned that lesson the hard way. “Father Romanus is resting in the arms of the Almighty,” I reply, making the sign of the cross over my heart. “I pray for his soul night and day.” She freezes. The sadness on her face suddenly disappears, replaced by a sharp, confused look. “You pray for his soul?” she asks, her voice suddenly crisp. “Father Romanus was a saint. He was free of sin. Why would a saint need atonement?”

He sure had a lot of nerve approaching Roman casually without any fear that he could pounce on him or remove his head. He basically ruined his own family due to selfishness and now he thinks an apology could magically make all his bad deeds go away. Roman is a reminder of his failure to be a father and to be a dad but mostly an accomplice in the murder of his family.

The words quivered out of me, and my pulse pounded in my throat. There was a stillness then, not absence, but attention, as if he leaned closer to the screen. My mind scrambled, tripping over the familiarity in his tone. He spoke again, lower this time. “My child, what do you think is right to do in this situation? To lie with him and sin, or to walk away from it?” The recognition struck like a bell—deep, resonant, undeniable. Father Roman. The name seemed to hum through my skin, and with it came a bloom of heat that chased away every thread of chill. My lips parted before I could think.

James admitted. “I love the feel of a classic. It’s all mechanical keyboards for me,” Tres said, shutting he computer back down. James paused. “Let me guess. You’re descended from Hephaestus, right?” “Right you are, bro. It’s not that big a deal though. Everyone here is descended from a god at one point or another. It’s not like we go around claiming allegiance and all that as if we were living out a Percy Jackson book or something. Like with me, mostly you can only tell which divine ancestry someone has from their interests and hobbies and skills and what not.” Tres laughed loudly. “My mom, she grew up Catholic. She totally freaked when my dad spilled the beans after they got married. Dad s