"Finish him off!" shouted the young emperor. The coliseum is packed with thousands of roaring Romans. Blood thirsty, death loving Romans, all wearing the common garb of the day. The emperor holds a hand out, his thumb pointed downward. It was a beautiful night that night. The moon was full and there was a light breeze flowing through the torchlit arena, flames swaying and flickering. Romulus Aurelius(another alias of Cain advanced on his five hundred sixty third victim(in this arena), lips curled upwards, eyes ablaze with hell's fires. The emperor actually knew what would happen as his prized Gladiator advanced on the poor man. Aurealius waited for the man to stand on his feet, twirling around behind him, swinging his gladius in a swiping motion across the backs of his heels. The victim screamed out in pain as his Achilles tendons were severed, yet more blood staining the coliseum floor. He now stood behind his victim, eyes focused on the emperor as he raised the blade high into the night sky.

"Vae victus!" a Latin phrase he shouted as he bbrought the blood stained blade down right into the center of the man's skull, grey matter hitting his bronze chest plate. Blood sprayed the Last Son of Eden, covering him. His victim now lay at his feet, and he looked up at the Emperor, then slowly looked around at all the blood thirsty Romans. He loved it. He loved to hear these screaming fans, chanting his name. Encouraging his insatiable bloodust. He grinned up at the young emperor and boldly posed a question. "Is this all!? Are their no better warriors you can send to challenge me, my liege?!"

Romulus Aurealis was by far considered to be one of the most controversial stars to ever set foot in the Coliseum. Though his legends were untold, he was the Roman equivelant of a Stone Cold Steve Austin meets a Brock Lesnar. An authority defying bad ass who also happened to be a seemingly unstoppable Beast. Always a monster. Always. He awaited the answer of the mighty emperor, licking his blade like a savage. He'd developed a taste for human blood, and as his stood there, he couldn't help but want more. No man had challenged him since his arrival, so he got his wish more often than not. The emperor narrowed his eyes on the brash young gladiator, then gave a nod to an unseen location in the shadows.

Whoosh...POP!

"Fuck! That stung!" said Romulus as he fell to one knee, a long arrow with a wooden shaft protruding from a would in the space between his shoulder blades. The pain was excruciating. The gladiator reached back behind hi, wrapping his taloned fingers around the shaft of the arrow...pulling...twisting. The crowd cheered loudly at his flexibility and high threshold for pain as he pulled at the arrowed, skin and muscle twisted around the head, tearing. Finally, with a rebel yell, he roared out and pulled the arrow free. He tossed it to the side and roared at the emperor "Is that all you've got?! You must be tripping!"(Because Cain invented that phrase before black people)

"Archers, go!"

Romulus saw the archers in the darkness, as if it were daylight. He charged forward, getting hit with another arrow. Staggered a bit, he stood there, but soon continued his charge, grabbing the first archer by the throat as another arrow hit him in the right kidney. He growled in pain, even as he crushed the first archer's throat, dropping him like trash. Then came another arrow...and another. One planted itself in his left shoulder, the other in his right hip. Staggering, he dispatched two more archers, covering himself in their blood, taking the last one's corpse as a human shield. The arrows hit the corpse with the speed of a machine gun as the ssupernatural warrior charged toward the emperor's box seat, leaping onto the stone climbing up. He dropped the corpse and came face to face with the emperor, fangs bared like an animal.

The emperor smirked "Do you really think it's that easy, beast?"

"Just give me my freedom, and I will spare your life."

"Hrmpf. Do you see me begging for my life, you filthy beast?" he said, nodding to his personal guard. The two large men behind him tackled our anti hero, stabbing and beating him unmercifully. Cain never flinched once though. But to the very end he called the emperor derogatory terms and even with his last gasp said..

"Fuck....you..."

The life of a Roman gladiator was a hard one, as anyone who has seen Spartacus can attest to. But Cain, he knew it first hand. He knew what it was like to go out every single day and kill for the people. The emperor? Well, he knew what we know now. Cain cannot die. He'd seen him pelted with thousands of Persian arrows as part of the three hundred and one. He didn't die. He'd seen him poisoned with deadly Oleander. He didn't die. But he knew that he could weaken our hero and that was all that he could do. So as Cain, Romulus Aurealius, fell at his feet unconscious he looked at his Man at Arms, his number on guy. Brutus.

"Please make sure he acts right next time. We cannot have our children misbehaving so badly."

"Yes, my liege."

"But first, tell me..." the emperor started, staring down at the fallen Romulus/Cain. "...where did the slave traders find this man? None ever told me anything pending his arrival. He is a great warrior, even if..." he chuckled."...a bit rebellious."

"Just a bit rebellious?" the Man at Arms laughed.

The emperor gave him a stern look."Tell me, Marcus."

"It's a long story really. About three months ago, the slave traders were scouting the far east for new gladiators to entertain our public. They went from village to village, seeing hundreds of men fight and kill. Professional warriors even. But then, they happened upon a wilderness. They were tired from their travels as you can imagine, and made camp there."he recounted what was told to him flawlessly, the emperor nodding."That night, the nymphs played them to sleep with their sweet music, but the lead trader soon heard a twig snap. As he left his tent, he saw a doe and it's fawn grazing. Thinking nothing of, poor bastard went to take a piss. Next thing he knew, he was being attacked by seemingly an unseen force. That's where..." he brazenly kicked Cain. "...he came in. It took all they had to subdue him. After they did, he was weakened. Kept complaining about being hungry."

"Yes, well, he doesn't seem hungry now. Or weak, for that matter."

"Of course not. He eats three boars' everyday, except on the day of his next match."

"Oh?

"Makes him easier to pursue. Plus our alchemists had to make a special metal for his shackles. A metal that even he cannot break."

"I see. He is quite powerful. Now if we could only get him to use said power in our favor..." Just then,Cain began to stir a bit. Quickly the emperor kicked him in the temple, knocking him unconscious."...ugh! Just get this animal out of my sight!"

"Yes, m'lord. Right away."

With that, two guards came from behind the throne. By now, the arena was silent and all that could be heard was a metallic clink as the specially made shackles were clamped onto the wrists and ankles of the monster. Cain was pulled to his feet and led out of the forum, guards being careful not to get him riled up. Which, as you all well know, is a bad idea. He was led into a hallway, with stone walls, torches lighting each side. In the dim light you could see multiple men in each cell, but upon reaching the designated cell for Cain, he was thrown into an empty .The door was quickly locked, and the younger of the two guards turned to the Man at Arms. "Shall we feed him no-"

"-No!"

"But why? He earned his meal, sir. He entertained well."

"Because, moron, if you feed him now it will make him harder to control. Remember?"

"Right."

As the guards left him there in his cell alone, Cain laid there silently. You see, this was his first career in fighting. It wasn't what you would call a willing introduction to the world either. But that's a story for next time as Cain sleeps soundly on the cold stone floor.

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