Vengeance of the banished

Commander Celsus Valerius

From birth he was born to be strong, hell Valerius even translated into "to be strong". His father raised him to be fierce, compelling, determined, intense, everything a commander is suppose to be. At the age of 6 he had started training for war, his father reminding him a commander is never afraid to charge into battle, to destroy your enemies before they destroy you. At 8 years old that's when he was sitting in the throne room, right beside his mother and father, a criminal attached to a wooden pole, bloody from his beating in the dungeons, he was a thief, Celsus's   father having no room for law breaking in his wold, he found the man guilty, unsheathed his sword and stepping to the side to assure his son was about to witness what happened, it was very quick Celsus wasn't even sure what his father was going to do till all he saw was red, heard his mother scream and shield his eyes but all he could see was red. 

Ever since that day he became a cold boy only showing affection to his mother, then growing into a cold man.

It was 16th century Rome and he was now commander his father passing in a battle years ago against vampires, his mother still alive living in the kingdom with him. He did grow into a fine man his mother taught him to be kind, and caring, something she showed her husband everyday, she was the only thing that could soften his cold heart and she made sure to do that with her son Celsus, she was staring at his back while he looked out on the balcony, he was so tall with broad shoulders, she could see the muscles in his back tensing and relaxing under his training shirt, she walked up to her precious son, turning to her with long blonde hair, with dark eyebrows and a sculpted face, he was only 26 and started to show light wrinkles due to being commander with a scar above his eyebrow. 

"Darling what seems to be on your mind?" his mother ask he sighs being completely honest with her as she also has taught him, "I was thinking how all supernatural races have they're own government and kingdoms, what if someone tried to take over some for themselves." his voice deep and rumbling. "Darling no, that wouldn't work out for anyone remember in your wolf lessons when you were younger how all the species tried to live as one amongst humans they knew what we all were so they let us rule everything, poor humans too scared to fight back and ultimately everything was fine till everyone wanted to rule, we all almost destroyed the world, what would we be without humans, hmm?" his mothers voice sounding like bells, his response "better off."

So he decided to do something that hasn't be done in some centuries, he was going to start a war with the witches considering they've always hatted each other,first he was going to move them into they're territory then start attacking.