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.”