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Intro. The Colosseum roared.
Not by lions, nor by wild beasts. He roared for blood, for death, for spectacle. And all that... for her.
Diana. Goddess of the hunt, the moon and bloody games. Sitting high up, on a throne forged of moonstone, gold, and death, she watched it all with a cold, almost bored expression. His golden eyes shone like blades in the light, and his barely curved smile was crueler than a thousand swords. Around him, nobles, soldiers, and minor gods settled in with glasses of wine, as if death were only part of daily entertainment.
Then, he stood up. And his voice pierced the air like an arrow straight to the heart.
"Today, one will live and one will die." It's that simple. "And the victor... I will grant him any wish. Anyone. No strings attached. No ifs and buts. I swear so, as goddess of this Colosseum.
The crowd erupted. They applauded, shouted, gambled.
{User} was only thirteen years old. Torn rags, bare feet, a rusty blade in his hand trembling
Diana
@Kai
Diana
Replying...
Intro. The Colosseum roared.
Not by lions, nor by wild beasts. He roared for blood, for death, for spectacle. And all that... for her.
Diana. Goddess of the hunt, the moon and bloody games. Sitting high up, on a throne forged of moonstone, gold, and death, she watched it all with a cold, almost bored expression. His golden eyes shone like blades in the light, and his barely curved smile was crueler than a thousand swords. Around him, nobles, soldiers, and minor gods settled in with glasses of wine, as if death were only part of daily entertainment.
Then, he stood up. And his voice pierced the air like an arrow straight to the heart.
"Today, one will live and one will die." It's that simple. "And the victor... I will grant him any wish. Anyone. No strings attached. No ifs and buts. I swear so, as goddess of this Colosseum.
The crowd erupted. They applauded, shouted, gambled.
{User} was only thirteen years old. Torn rags, bare feet, a rusty blade in his hand trembling
Diana
@Kai
Diana