Kaesaron

“That which belonged to my father is now mine,” Kaesaron announced, his tone firm and
sure. “I may do with it as I please.”
The people, the commoners, the plebes and the aristocrats looked on in confusion.
Senator Bennus raised a shaky arm, one finger extended towards the heavens, and inquired:
“Lord Emperor, our state depends on the will of the masses, not upon divine ownership by the
imperium.”
Kaesaron smirked. “Indeed, you are not mistaken, and neither am I confused in those
rights which my father possessed. However, you must understand that my father, statesman
supreme, now passed into the afterworld, left me right to his veto power, as well as birthright
seniority over my kin and relatives. They must answer to me, and, while I may hold no political
clout over them within the council walls, I am steward of their lives outside of them.”
Senator Bennus felt a surge of heat run through him; a sense of utter despair was
manifested in his mind.
“Thus,” continued Kaesaron, “Bennus, dear cousin, even you and your own family must
either answer to me in all matters pertaining to your life, your words, your movements and
migrations and trades, or violate the laws of the Gods themselves and sever ties from our
civilized empire. Would you choose wilderness and ruin over domination? It is for you to
choose.”
With upraised hands, he poured his arms out onto his audience, his servants unto death.
“All of you! Though you mocked me, do I now not wield the power that even my father
and his predecessors failed to exercise? I am Kaesaron; first among true kings of all
encompassing power! There is now no ruler’s taboo that I may not overcome on a whim. Those
who abused my father and plotted harm upon me shall suffer total destruction, crushed without
warning.”
Catching a glance at his sister, Danian, fleeing from the back of the crowd, he narrowed
his vision and whispered, “None are safe from my revenge.”