Rebellion A semi-historical AAR.

[Belisarius II]

Chapter IX

The heat beat down upon the brow of Cato Licinius Septimus. He reached for a cloth to wipe off the sweat gathering on his face. He stood in his private quarter, in front of his small personal shrine. "They are almost in," he thought as a third bash was heard and the door shook with a force. Septimus knelt down in front of the shrine and prayed silently to himself.
"Dear Jupiter, lord of all, give me strength," the small figurine of the god he held was shaking for he could not steady his hands,"Mars, lord of battle, have pity upon me."
A fourth great bash on the door caused the vase of wine on a stool nearby to fall and shatter on a mosaic of Nero. The red liquid covered the stone face of the emperor.
"Dear Juno, look upon those of my family that still live," a fifth bash was heard and the sound of wood cracking on iron sounded throughout the room. "Minerva, forgive me for my wrongs," a sixth bash, caused half the door to collapse, and the voices of many were heard shouting behind it. "Mercury, send my ancestors word that I come." At that moment, the men of Jerusalem, the common men, the plebeians of the city, men that had turned on their masters, came bursting through the door and into the room, swords and knives drawn. Septimus stood and turned to his assailants and shouted to the heavens,

"Pluto! I come to thee!"