Chapter 60

Robos sat on a glass throne watching the priests deliver the blows to Octavius'naked back, on his face was a smug smile and his eyes were ruthless. The nobles had relegated to the shadows for fear of angering the god. They watched with fear as Octavius received the lashes without a single sound, he grimaced and clenched his tied hands but refused to openly make a sound to indicate the pain he was going through. With every rise and fall of the whip blood flew from torn flesh still Octavius refused to make a sound.

When the beating was over the old priest took a bowl and placed it below Octavius' bowed body so that the blood that ran from his back fell into it. At Robos' behest the priest took the bowl to the statue and poured the blood out on the feet of it. Robos eyes glowed and on his skin ran white light that climbed all the way to his neck and around his mouth. He smacked his lips with a satisfied smile and stood up approaching Octavius.