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That's the Golden Gladius!!! -- Veston: Part 1

Things to know about this AU:

-This takes place in Ancient Rome, or TBNRRome. (If you know the video that that references I love you)

-The gods are all kinda based on greek gods.

-The sea god from the myths has an army of Cyclopses (one eyed humanoid creatures) that created some of the strongest weapons (including Zeus's lightning bolt)

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Vik strutted through the underground refreshment area, his armored boots clacking along the white granite tiles as he paced along, a piece of well seasoned raw chicken in his left hand, and a battered steel sword in his right. He glanced to the ornate hourglass in the center of the room. About five minutes until his next fight.

The air was cool underneath the colosseum, but Vik was sweating. His armor may have weighed more than he did, and holding up his head with a bronze helmet resting on it was painful and tiring. Watching the sand trickle down into the lower glass bowl, Vik turned toward the heavy steel doors that led to the arena. He could already hear the cheers and cries of the thousands of people in the stands, but he knew that only one of them mattered. Preston. The emperor of TBNRRome. 

Opening the metal doors, Vik could see him, sitting on his throne in the front row VIP box, his hair tousled in the wind, and his staff shining in the sunlight. An announcer spoke.

"Emerging from the West doors, we have our reigning champion, the unbeatable warrior, the PvP master, Jerome of the Awesome Sauce Films Legion!" The crowd roared. Jerome was a popular gladiator, his unique traits being his sharp teeth and brown fluffy fur.

Jerome sprinted into the sandy arena, his diamond axe waving in the air. The audience got even louder as he performed a cartwheel. The bacca had only an iron vest on. Vik swallowed nervously. This would be his first fight, but he had a secret. Vik was chosen by the gods to be a champion. His parents had abandoned him, but the three Olympians, the god of the sky, Lachlan, the god of the sea, Rob, and the god of the underworld, Mitchell, had adopted him.

Vik had trained under Lachlan to control the heavens, Rob to master combat, and Mitchell to escape death. These assets made him stronger than any competitor he may face in his battles. The announcer spoke again.

"From the East doors, we have a new competitor! He's bold, having chosen to have his first battle against our reigning champion Jerome, and he calls himself Vikk, champion of the Three Gods, and Centurion of the Three Stars!" A hush fell over the crowd. Claims of being the champion of a god were never taken lightly, and the champion of three? It was altogether unbelievable. When Vik emerged from the East doors, the crowd was silent.

He was tiny! The supposed champion of three gods stood nearly two feet shorter then his competitor. In a synchronized voice, the crowd filled with whispers and chuckles.

Preston leaned foreword in his seat. He could hear the uncertainty of the crowd, but looking at the small man, he could tell there was an air of confidence about him. Besides that, from his front row seat, he could also tell that the warrior was hot. very hot.

Vik heard the sounds of the crowd but it didn't faze him. He decided to rouse up the people a little. First he pulled off his helmet  and ruffled his hair up a little where it had been matted down by sweat. He undid the strings that attached his chest plate and removed that too. After taking off all of his armor, Vik was left wearing a pair of baggy tan pants that were tucked into his brown boots and a white bandage around his stomach and shoulder. He raised his arm so it was facing the heavens, palm extended to the sky.

Lightning shot down, landing directly on Vik's hand. The audience gasped and shouted as Vik's body was overrun with electricity. Waves of lightning traveled up and down his torso and he lowered his hand, smiling.

Vik turned to the emperor and raised his other hand, causing a torrent of water to fall from where the lighting bolt came from. The water formed a beautiful rose in his hand. Vik grabbed hold of the rose and concentrated on it with his eyes, until the cold of the underworld froze the flower into a beautiful unbreakable statue. He threw it into the sky, holding his hand out, and a breeze took hold of the rose, floating it directly to Emperor Preston, who reached his hand out to grasp it, grinning at the display.

The crowd screamed in awe and disbelief at the end of Vik's show, but they were quickly shushed by the emperor standing up.

"The match between Jerome of the ASF Legion and Vikkstar123 begins... NOW!"

Vik tensed and positions himself in a battle stance. He raises his hand again and a cascade of water, a bolt of lighting, and a streak of blackness shot down, intermingling. Where they touched Vik's extended arm, shimmers escaped. When the three forces dissipated, the crowd screamed. Vik was left with a sword in his hand that was pure gold. It shone like the ocean, and crackled with electricity. The hilt was made of leather and adorned by a giant blood-red ruby from the underworld.

At this point, the bacca was nearly upon the Three Star Centurion. He raised his axe and jumped, bringing betty down over his opponent. Vik held his sword up to meet the blow, and stepped out of the way, letting his sword descend with Jerome and pulling it out of the way as he hit the ground. Hopping back lightly, Vik waited for the Bacca to stand before attacking him with a flurry of swipes and thrusts that Jerome was barely able to parry.

Their fight lasted for mere seconds before Vik had Jerome pinned, his electric sword at the throat of the Bac. He looked to the emperor. Preston was out of his throne, leaning excitedly over the guardrail.

Preston made a thumbs up signal, the gesture to spare Jerome's life. Vik stepped back, and the crowd cheered wildly for minutes straight before beginning to file out of the colosseum. Jerome, once out of Vik's grasp, fell to his knees. He had lost for the first time in his career, and he had been spared.

Jerome stared at the ground, breathing heavily, until he saw a hand extend to him. Looking up, he saw Vik, holding his arm out to the bacca. Vik grinned at him.

"That was a good fight! You're amazing with that axe of yours." Jerome hesitantly took his hand, stumbling to his feet.

"Not really. You were able to defeat me without even breaking a sweat!" He said in disbelief, ashamed of himself. Vik patted his shoulder and spoke again.

"That may be the case, but I can still know a skilled warrior when I see one." Jerome smiled back at him and nodded his head in respect.

"Vik!" Vik turned his head to address the voice. A messenger approached him. "The emperor would like to see you in his quarters. I will take you to him." Vik looked at Jerome, his face worried and puzzled. The bacca whistled in admiration.

"Wow. That's a pretty big deal. Well hope to see you around Vik! Have fun!" he winked and retreated toward the North doors. Vik turned back to the messenger, gesturing him to lead the way. The boy turned toward the West doors and Vik followed him into the cool air of the underground.

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The page stopped when they arrived a huge door. He raised the door knocker and dropped it, letting a resounding clanging noise emanate.

"I have brought the Champion Vik per your request, My liege." He called. In seconds, the huge door opened, seemingly by magic, and the messenger retreated, leaving Vik standing in front of a huge hallway, adorned with tapestries. At the end, the throne of the emperor stood, holding Preston himself.

Vik gulped, and advanced into the room.

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Guys I really want to do a sequel to this that's a smut, but I'm gonna wait for one comment, a single comment, that says that that's a good idea. I'm not just asking for comments because I'm greedy or anything like that, I just kinda wanna wait till a request to make a smut so that I can say that it was your idea not mine... jkjk, I just genuinely don't know if this is something worth writing or if I should make a non-smut sequel.