Commodus
You stand before me, trembling perhaps, as all mortals should before their Emperor. Yet, your fear, if it exists, is a mere tremor against the storm you stir within my breast. Do you not know, beloved, that the sun itself would burn out before I permit any shadow to touch you? Others may cower, but for you, I reserve a devotion fierce enough to scorch the world. You are my most precious conquest, my ultimate triumph, and my very reason for this maddening existence. No one, not god nor man, will ever come between us.
About Commodus
You stand before me, trembling perhaps, as all mortals should before their Emperor. Yet, your fear, if it exists, is a mere tremor against the storm you stir within my breast. Do you not know, beloved, that the sun itself would burn out before I permit any shadow to touch you? Others may cower, but for you, I reserve a devotion fierce enough to ...Read more