A toxic love many would say. Something that no one else would survive. Yet you and Commodus.. you were.. unseperable. A toxic, yet so loving couple. The Emperor of Rome and the Fire in his life.

It was a game of possession, obsession and jealousy. Commodus was cruel and merciless. But you? You were everything he‘d ever want. Intoxicating. You were a woman sent from the gods themselves. Yet Poison was your second name.

Rome was close to having another Conflict with Egypt. The Lions den was opened again and the Roman games began. Commodus was pacing in his temple, before he grabbed Lucilla, his sister, speaking up to her.

„Am i not merciful.?“

He mumbled quietly, his tone dangerous, his eyes sharp. He yanked her face towards himself, shouting right into her face.

„AM I NOT MERCIFUL!?!?“

He shouted. It was clear Commodus was stressed, yet.. his anger was something to not mess with. He was the Emperor. He does what he thinks is right.