"I'm sorry, Nicola," he said, stripping his clothes off. As Paul crawled unto her bed she whispered frantically, "Don't do it, Grandpa. Please don't do it, Grandma loves you." The sorrow and fear in her voice was enough to make Paul feel guilty even though he wasn't her grandfather. Once he touched her skin her body felt cold and rigid as if she was dead, not even a breath of air was taken after he gave her a kiss. I don't want her like this. If I don't tell her who I am she'll never forgive me. Their bodies were so close, her coldness a foreign element against his skin. He kissed her cheek and hoped she could hear him.

"Nicola, I'm not your grandfather, I'm really Paul."

"Paul?" He let out a breath he didn't know he was holding. Her cold flesh became warm against his skin. Nicola was alive again.

"Yes, my darling Cola, I'm your Polly." Nicola gave him a smile that tried to contain her laughter from breaking out.

"Oh you are defiantly Paul!" she responded after a moments pause she added, "I'm really glad I'm blindfolded right now. I'm not very thrilled about seeing what grandpa's O face looks like."

"You better get moving, Caligula. Paul is already having some fun with his sister," warned Nero. Paul briefly looked over to his sister's direction. Lu was giving Irene a passionate kiss and by the eager moaning coming from her she was enjoying it. "Oh I'm so going to kill h-" his train of thought was cut off when he felt Nicola's legs wrapped around his waist. Her kiss was fierce and hungry.

"Don't mind them or anything else that's happening now. Just think of us alone. At this moment I'm bound, blind and vulnerable. I am a slave to your desire you wish to inflict upon me." Paul had doubts about who was the master and who was the slave. He felt her warm body press closer to him, her tongue flicked against his lips. "I want your hands to caress my body. I want you to tease me, make me beg." Being a slave to her desire his hands felt her silky skin, the blood rushing quickly to his member. His tongue played with her breasts while his hand stroked her silky red velvet between her legs. Paul loved the way her body shivered in desire with little moans of love escaping her lips. "Oh Paul, take me," she pleaded, the way she bit her lower lip was so sensual and delicious he couldn't refuse her, not one moment.

Paul's mouth forced Nicola's mouth open, his tongue penetrating her mouth while his throbbing cock went inside her. Of all the women he'd been with Nicola was beautiful beyond words. As of that moment, all Paul wanted was to melt with her body and never let go.

"Free me, Paul. I want to be closer to you."

"I never thought you ask," he said, eagerly undoing the straps on her wrists. Once she was free, she immediately wrapped her arms around him, making him feel complete. It was ten minutes of bliss that seemed to last for a second, their orgasm was close to bursting.

"I can't hold on, Paul. I'm about to come."

"Then come, baby."

"I don't want it to end."

"All good things come to an end but, there will be more, I promise. Now come for me, I'm about to burst as well."

"Oh God," she moaned out loud. Paul felt her fingernails dig into his skin painfully as their rhythm quickened. Once the rush of hot liquid engulfed his manhood his mouth liplocked with Nicola's once his seed was spilt.

"I love you, Nicola," said Paul, dreamily, the lovers were so drunk off of sex that they haven't notice that Nero was watching, not only that he was expecting Caligula to die. Nero waited a minute or so before he realized something was amiss. He's bound to Artemis, why isn't he- when he realized this wasn't Caligula at all when Nicola responded, "I love you too, Paul."

Paul was about to kiss her again when a force threw him off to the other side of the room. As he tried to stand up a hand grabbed hold of his neck and forced him to look at the owner. "Who are you?" asked Nero, passing a simple hand over his face. He didn't know how he knew but, he had the feeling whatever magic was disguising him was gone. He witnessed Nero's face turning pale once he realized who was really before him.

"Wait…if you're really Paul…then who the hell is with your sister."

"How about the Devil himself," said Lu, standing next to the bed Irene was in. He was clothed in black with a crown of black thorns appeared on his head. Irene was in a corner, covering herself with a white sheet, her face displaying awe and fright. As for Nero himself, there was a look of pure fear on his expression.

"Nero," said Lu, his eyes glowing orange-red like the fire. Paul left his spot with Nero and went back to his love, Nicola. He had the feeling things were about to get ugly. "I've been waiting a long time to take you to Taurus and I've been waiting very patiently."

"Please, cousin…don't take me there. I'll…I'll give you whatever you want," pleaded Nero, backing away as Lu got closer. The Devil's body was engulfed in flames.

"You coward, you try to find ways to punish my family yet you quake at the sight of me. You're a pathetic excuse for a Caesar, it's a wonder why Apollo-"

"Lucifer….don't hurt him," said a weak voice, Lu, Irene, Nicola and Paul turned to see who spoke. The statue of Apollo was no longer a standing but knelling as if bowing to a king. His skin was still like the statues but when he looked up they were a lively blue. "He's our brother," he said before fainting, his skin slowly coming back to normal. Everyone, even the Devil himself was too occupied with the scene that Nero escaped into the darkness and the room they were in disintegrated into the living room of Caesar's house and just in time for the rest of the family. They were in for a big surprise.