Lemures

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Her wounds were visible even in this form. Religion existed for the state and while Kore had observed most the upper class held an annoyed obligation to follow ritual, the Roman mob were a superstitious lot. She'd delivered many still born babies in her time and found families with barely a coin would see all proper ritual, to the best of their ability, performed over the death of the baby.

But she was not a baby and no ritual was carried out on her behalf. She'd been left to slowly starve and sucumb to wounds before rotting in the sun. Even without a heart, Kore felt rage, pain and profound sorrow. Milea Ridge was the defining moment in her life. She could have stayed and allowed Tiberius to continue abuse her... she could have told Marcus of this and watched as father turned on favoured son. But instead, she fled. Fear, the desire to spare him greatest pain and the determination to never be so roughly handled by one she once loved had pushed her towards this fate.

She expected him to be angry, to beat her, kill her quick in a fit of rage but he had apologized, kissed her lips and took her to his arms...

Only to order her hung on the cross the day after nect.

" Did you even care?" She asked, sitting by his bedside." after final glance back did you strike me from memory?"

[Marcus Crassus]

@kore

An Haunting AU

The house of Crassus bows to no one

Marcus Crassus awoke with a slight start, having thought that he heard a family voice. He sat up slightly thinking he could even see her in the dark, but when he turned to calmly light a candle, he knew it would be only shadows of a dream. Refusing to look back to make sure he rose from bed, and reached for a robe. The dreams always made him need air. It was not the first time he had woken up to her name in his mind, only to look at his wife and remember.

He walked out of the room, and to the great hall that opened to a view of Rome at his feet. Breathing in deeply he let him mind clear from the dream. This time he could have swore that he really heard her. No longer was her voice one of memory but of her talking to you about what he did. Did that weight on him? Yes, it did. He had not liked it, and in doing so he had felt himself harden and loose some of his ability to care for others around him. It was only in his remaining son, that he could be so free with. Even then it was hard for the reminders of his fallen son was there.

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She followed him, unsure why Melione and Nemesis granted her this. It brought her pain to see him embrace wife and child, to live his life as though she never existed. " Answer me!" She raged and in doing so extinguished the lamps around the hall.