Ch. 12 (January 24th 41 AD)
Perseus walked through the city of Rome. His eyes were narrowed and his mind focused. He was not thrilled be in the situation he was in but agreed with the reasons for it and only did it because of who asked him to do it.
He ignored the looks from the citizens, all gazing at him a bit fearfully but they had no reason to fear him. There were a few in the city who did but they were not the citizens of Rome. Despite his distaste for the city and everything it represented, he had no wish to harm the citizens.
He was dressed in the armor and attire of a member of the Praetorian Guard so he knew why people were scared. The guard had a reputation for cruelty towards the common people, another thing he despised about the Roman Empire.
He made his way to the emperor's palace where two members of the Praetorian Guard stepped out to question him.
Before either could speak, he snapped his fingers in front of the men's faces.
"I am Cassius Chaerea here for a word with the emperor. Step aside, now!" He said firmly.
Both guards' eyes glazed over as Perseus strode past them before they even said a word. He walked confidently through the palace, hardly garnering a glance from anyone as the sight of the Praetorian Guard was a common occurrence inside the palace.
As he approached the emperor's bedroom, the true Cassius Chaerea stepped out to stop him.
"Halt. Identify yourself!" He ordered.
Perseus calmly nodded as he reached into his pocket and pulled out some paper work. He handed it the guard who opened it to examine its contents. After a second, he tensed.
"This is gibberish! What does this say?" He demanded.
Perseus smirked, his hand reaching for his blade before Cassius could react and swiped his sword across the Roman's throat. The guard dropped dead before he could reach for a weapon to defend himself.
"It says I am here to kill anyone who gets in my way... In Greek." He muttered as he reached down and put a hand on the dead man's chest, the body dissolving into mist and moving to a more secluded part of the palace.
Perseus then sheathed his weapon and straightened his armor. He calmly walked up the bedroom door where the lustful cries of pleasure were easily heard. He shuddered slightly at the thought before he pushed the door open.
"Hello emperor. I see you and your sister are enjoying yourselves." Perseus said casually as he looked at the duo in the midst of lovemaking.
The emperor, Caligula, stopped.
"You dare enter my bedroom! You shall pay with your life!" Caligula bellowed.
Perseus remained stoic, "I'm afraid today is the day your crimes have caught up to you. Your lust for power has made you delusional, even enough to consider yourself a god. Well mighty Jupiter, as you have been calling yourself, I am here to put that claim to the test."
Caligula scrambled from the bed and reached for his sword across the room. Perseus dissolved into mist and reappeared in front of Caligula who lunged for his sword only to have Perseus' foot land on his outstretched hand.
"Now that doesn't seem how a god would act in front of mere mortal." Perseus chided.
Caligula paled, "W...What do you want?"
Perseus smirked, "From you? Nothing but your death. Perhaps your passing can restore some democracy to this worthless city."
Caligula looked up terrified.
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Timeless Warrior
FanfictionBorn in ancient Greece, Perseus loses his mother at a young age to Zeus' rivalry with Poseidon. Rescued and raised by an unexpected goddess, Perseus is raised to be a warrior like only one other, his brother.