39 AD, Rome

Remus was soaked in blood, from a recent conquest somewhere in France. It had not been long since his illness, and immediately, the Romans could tell something was… off, about him.

He became bitter, and joked of crude things. He had ordered his senators to commit suicide upon awakening from his slumber. He thought of himself as godly.

He went mad.

He sat down, most unbothered by his bloodied attire, boringly in his office. Today was no fun. Besides the slaughter.