Random story I had in my brain. I own nothing...except the fantasy of Quinlan. Please R&R
Cleopatra sits in her throne room waiting to hear back from Mac on the status on the troops. Roman troops had already taken almost a thousand acres of crops, at this rate the country would starve if they didn't act fast.
Cleopatra stands as the guards announce Marc's arrival. "My love, please bring good news". Marc is not able to hide the stress on his face "I'm sorry darling, Roman Troops are coming closer to our city gates, my general estimates they shall be here in less than 10 days." Cleapatra sits on her throne, "is all hope lost" she whispers. Marc sits next to her and ushers for the servants to leave them alone. "There is only one hope. I have heard of a man…no not man a demon…immortal….something supernatural….he fights like nothing you nor I have ever seen and he feasts on the blood of the men he conquers in battle". Cleopatra narrows her eyes at Marc, "our troops are falling…and you bring me a tale of a demon gladiator…." Marc takes Cleopatra hands "the men who have told me of him were reliable sources, they have no reason to tell tales…I believe them".
Cleopatra realizes that whether or not Marc has gone mad, they are left with no options. If the Roman troops continue to advance she will have to get her children to safety out of the city, her and Marc would stay, never giving Octavian the satisfaction of taking the crown from them. "Lets imagine I believe you about this demon gladiator…how we would find him…..and most importantly what would we pay him in….blood" Cleopatra laughed. "I have heard that he stays high in the mountains across the Nile…there is a Monastery there, apparently he lives among the monks…" Cleopatra raised an eyebrow…."fine write to him….and payment?" Mar looked down…"I've heard….he enjoys the blood of virginal women" Cleopatra raised both eyebrows…."well…shouldn't be too hard to find a virgin sacrifice around here"
"My love…the blood of a virgin may gain his audience….but the blood of a virgin princess…royal blood would convince him to fight for us" Cleopatra jumped up suddenly outraged, she'd been humouring Marc but this was too far…selling her youngest, her only unmarried daughter. "You want to sell our child…you want to sell Tatia!" "Of course not! Just give him some of her blood…" Marc said, trying to keep his voice under control and make the proposition sound as normal as possible.
Cleopatra stomped out of the throne room, while Marc went to work on a letter.
FIVE DAYS LATER
The Order of the Monastery was a particular fascination to Quinlan. The monks had welcomed him because his existence proved that demons were real, and if evil existed then good and purity must also exist. They didn't seem to fear him, yet their quest for learning and understanding had them welcoming Quinlan into their place of peace
They gave Quinlan a warm cot, and a cup of blood, in exchange for his tales and his wisdom. Quinlan liked the Monastery because it was secluded, while crossing the water had been painful the journey had been worth it. Quinlan felt peace.
When a letter arrived for Quinlan, he thought it curious, who would be writing to him. Reading the letter he quickly discarded it. He didn't desire to fight the humans battles anymore. Later that night the Abbot, called Quinlan into his office. Quinlan smelled the fresh blood as soon as he entered the office. Quinlan picked up the cup and swirled it around, he missed the blood of the drunken romans. The Abbot appeared from another door holding a glass of water and a bowl of hot soup. "I have heard about your letter from Marc Anthony….Rome and Egypt have been fighting for years now, but it has escalated to a new high." "Abbot I thought you didn't concern yourself with the politics of men…" Quinlan said then elongating his stinger and drinking the wine. "Quintus….while I dedicate my life every day to understanding what purpose God has for me…I will not be able to continue it if this war does. If Rome takes Egypt our monastery is on the coast…Roman soldiers will storm our place of peace and take down our prayer hands and replace them with their gods. I'm asking you as a favor…take to battle once more." Quinlan pondered the request, the monks had been good to him, he didn't want to see this place fall. He excused himself from the Abbot's office and began to pack his things.
Ok that was the first chapter. Review please!