C19 The Senates Final Hour

"But the transition from prince to Imperator should not have been so… seamless. There is something unnatural about how quickly you discarded your weakness Its as If youre not that stinky brat of mine but the progenitor of our dynasty which truth be told I dont believe In personally at least the part where that a deadman posseses a brat"

I tilted my head, my smirk widening slightly.

"Would you have preferred I struggled? That I drowned in indecision? That I mourned?"

Augustus studied me carefully. Then he sighed.

"No. But I expected it, and clearly you did"

I leaned forward, crushing out my cigarette.

"Yeah I did and after tonight no longer"

Silence stretched between us.

Then, with a quiet chuckle, he shook his head.

"Hahaha i cant wait to see the senate get purged, I wanted to line up those f*ckers and execute them by a firing squad a long time ago."

He stood, using his cane to push himself up, his sharp gaze still lingering on me.

"Anyway Imperator,"

He said, his voice carrying the faintest trace of something dangerously close to respect.

"Do whatever the f*ck you want and Ill help you clean youre ass after"

I arched a brow, tilting my head slightly.

"No advice, old man?"

Augustus smirked.

"You don't need it."

He turned, walking toward the door, but before he exited, he paused, glancing back over his shoulder.

"Just remember,"

He said, voice low.

"Monsters don't rule forever. They either become tyrants… or they are slain."

And with that, he left. I sat there for a long moment, watching the door close behind him. Then, I leaned back, drumming my fingers against the armrest. I already knew the senates end after all I had written It. And I had no intention of being slain.

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Nova Roma, July 2nd, 10:00 AM, Imperial Palace, The Senate 

The Senate Hall of Imperial Palace had never felt so suffocating. The grand chamber, built of pristine marble and adorned with marble statues of past rulers, had always been a place of heated debate, where the aristocracy screamed, bargained, and schemed to maintain their power.

But today. Today, the air was thick with fear. The senators, dressed in their traditional white togas with golden trim, sat on their long stone benches, whispering in hushed, panicked voices.

Some had bloodshot eyes, clearly having not slept since the night before. Others clenched their scrolls and documents with trembling hands, as if the very laws they had written could protect them.

And above them, The Imperator's now Infamous killing machines members of the first cohort tasked with palace defense that didnt even spare the b*bies stood like sentinels of death.

They lined the marble walls, their assault rifles slung over their chests, their faces hidden behind steel helmets.

They did not speak. They did not move. But their presence alone was enough to send an undeniable message. This was no longer the Senate's Ducatum. This was his.

"By the g*ds, have you heard?"

A senator leaned in toward his colleague, his wrinkled face drenched in sweat.

"They say the entire northern branch of the Imperial family was wiped out! Men, women, children! Executed like common criminals!"

His companion, a younger senator, paler than usual, nodded quickly.

"I… I have informants in the countryside. They said the Grand Duke's fortress burned for hours. They say he was dragged out and shot like a dog."

"And what of the Eastern Lords?"

Another senator, an aging aristocrat, spoke, his hands shaking as he poured himself a goblet of wine.

"Gone. Their estates were stormed before dawn. The Princess took her own life before they could even reach her."

The room grew colder. A senator, one of the older ones, a staunch supporter of the old ways, scoffed, his voice low and angry.

"This… this is barbarism. The Spartanum Ducatum is built on law, on order! Not..."

"Order?!"

The younger senator cut in, his voice sharp.

"Look around you! The law died last night! This is not the same ducatum anymore! We are not discussing policies today, we are waiting for our turn to be next!"

A silence fell over the group. Because the truth was undeniable. The man who now sat upon the throne was not a ruler who negotiated. He was a conqueror. And the Senate, the last vestige of the old world was next.

BOOM.

The massive bronze doors of the Senate Hall swung open, their intricate carvings of past glories and legislative triumphs now serving as nothing more than an entryway for their new master.

A heavy silence fell over the chamber. The senators stiffened, straightened, or clutched the arms of their chairs. Then, like shadows of war, the death squad now wearing blood red spartan cloacks with the Iron Fenrir emblem, red horizontal plumes on their helmets and white skull shaped masks entered first.

The commander of the Imperator's personal death squad strode in with measured authority, his helmet tucked under his armpit, his eyes sharp enough to cut steel as he studied the senators searching for any sign of treason. His voice was like thunder.

"ALL STAND FOR THE IMPERATOR."

The paratroopers inside the chamber snapped to attention. The senators fearful, reluctant, powerless rose to their feet. Then he entered.

Dracula Von Death. Gone was the image of the disgraced prince, the drunken fool, the failure of a noble. In his place, was a man who had remade himself in fire and iron.

He wore the same color scheme uniform as his paratroopers only It was the service version with knee high black expertly waxed and polished leather boots coupled with a trench coat, but unlike them, his was adorned with ceremonial additions that signified his standing.

His long half cloak the same as his death squads the only diffrence being that It covered his left side and the Imperial furr on top draped over his shoulder the very image of a warlord in his prime.

Strapped to his back, his great sword, the Reaper, rested like a grim reaper waiting to claim the next soul, the laurel crown resting on his head.

And at his right hand, Lupa. The Iron Fenrir, the mythical beast of war, stalked into the chamber, her golden eyes scanning the crowd, her alloy plated muscles rippling beneath her plates.

She moved with the silence of a specter, the presence of a g*d. The senators shifted uneasily, their eyes flickering from the beast to the man who now ruled them.

And behind him, Augustus the former Emperor that willingly forsake his family name, walked with a measured pace, his expression unreadable, his eyes observing, a smirk tugging at his lips.

He did not protest. He did not fight. Because even he knew. His time was over. His stinky of a brat grandson had become something else entirely.

The Imperator moved to the central throne like seat at the head of the chamber. And without ceremony, he sat. His posture casual, yet absolute.

He crossed his legs, resting his elbows on the armrests, fingers adorned with death, occult, gothic themed and the first Imperators rings with the Von Deaths houses Insignia same as the ducatums lightly tapping against the marble.

Lupa laid beside him, her form relaxed yet ready to strike. The silence stretched. He did not speak. He merely observed. Letting them squirm in their own fear. Letting the weight of his presence suffocate them. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he spoke. His voice was calm. Too calm.

MC POV

"So."

My crimson eyes swept across the chamber, scanning the gathered faces of fear, rage, and resignation.

"It seems the Senate has much to discuss."

The younger senator, the one who had argued earlier, cleared his throat and stepped forward hesitantly.

"I-Imperator… We… we are gathered here today to… to discuss the..."

hearing this I raised a hand as I did the senator froze.

"I am not here to debate."

The cold truth hung in the air.

"The Senate does not govern the ducatum anymore."

A few older senators exchanged looks, some even clenching their fists.

Seeing this I smirked.

"Oh?"

My voice carried a dangerous amusement.

"Some of you still think you hold power, don't you?"

No one answered. I leaned forward spreading my legs and resting my elbows on my knees like a gangster.

"Half of you should be in chains already."

My words hit like a hammer.

"Some of you financed the so called "Freedom Fighters" who are nothing more than a gang of youre personal henchmen. Some of you plotted against the throne. Some of you sent messages to foreign diplomats last night, begging for help."

A murmur of panic rippled through the chamber as It did I raised a single finger.

"Which means today,"

My voice turned cold.

"You f*ckers got two choices."

A deadly pause.

"Kneel."

My eyes gleamed.

"Or get a one way ticket straight to see Yama."

Silence. A senator collapsed to his knees on the spot, his head bowed in terror. Another followed. Then another.