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Heir of Aurelian

The year is 407 AD and Rome is at the precipice. In the West, a usurper by the name of Flavius Claudius Constantinus has declared himself emperor. By doing this, he and his traitor legions have fractured the Western Roman Empire into two. At the same time, the north bleeds! Countless germans swarm across the borders of the Empire and pillage its lands in their ruthless raids. Alaric, King of the Goths, rises to a position of prominence and threatens the ancient capital of the dying Empire with his barbarian hordes. As if things weren't bad enough, rumors from the east state that a mysterious power rises within the fogs of war, threatening to drown the Empire in a river of blood. As a response to these threats, the indolent emperor Honorius has given orders to his supreme commander Flavius Stilicho to reclaim the province of Gaul from the usurper. However, should he leave the heartland of the Empire undefended, undoubtedly Alaric would invade. Thus, under the threat of barbarians at the gates, Stilicho dispatches a young roman general by the name of Titus Claudius Marcellus to bring an end to the reign of the usurper. Will Rome fall to the tides of barbarians and traitors alike? Or can Marcellus restore a world collapsing around him? Find out in Heir of Aurelian!

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Playing the Part of the Villain Part II

Marcellus descended from the staircase outside his villa after having a conversation with Placidia about their niece Pulcheria. The girl was located outside the palace in the gardens, playing within the large fountain that was more like a pool than anything else. 

Upon seeing the girl enjoying herself to such an extant, rather than looking depressed like she had since first coming to Rome, Marcellus smiled, and for the first time in a long time began to strip himself out of his armor, so that he could join Pulcheria in the fountain. 

The moment he snuck up behind the girl and splashed her with some water, she looked around with a pouting expression before noticing that rather than one of her siblings; it was the filthy pagan who had splashed her. The moment Pulcheria saw this, her expression turned to one of wrath, which only caused Marcellus to wear a bitter smile as he approached his niece.