I DO NOT OWN SPARTACUS: GODS OF THE ARENA. ALL RIGHTS BELONG TO STARZ. THIS STORY TAKES PLACE IN AN AU VERSION OF GODS OF THE ARENA. SHOUTOUT TO NIMLOTH OF THAY. HER WRITING IS SUPERB AND SHOULD BE WELL ENJOYED. ALL FACE CLAIMS FROM THE SHOW WILL BE THE SAME. HERE ARE THE FACE CLAIMS FOR MY ORIGINAL CHARACTERS:

Flavius Helvetius Seuso- Taron Egerton

Pescennia Romuliana Seuso- Sophie Loren

Messiena Papa Seuso-Emma Watson

The Arena. Capua, Italy. Roman Republic. 70 B.C.

Flavius took a deep breath as he sat on the dirt. He wore nothing but a cloth around his pelvis and sandals on his feet. The man of twenty four years had not known a bath in 4 days and struggled to move against the chains that held his wrists and ankles in place. The guards had told him that he was in the arena of the city of Capua. It was far from his home in Florentia. A home that he knew, he would never see again. He did not expect to survive being executed in the arena. While he was trained in the art of the sword, he seriously doubted that his life would be spared; even if he did manage to best whatever beast that he was to be thrown to. Outside of his cage and the wall that surrounded it, Flavius could hear the roar of the crowd and the sounds of clashing steel. The people were calling for blood and they would surly get it. Flavius looked over to see other men in the cages next to him. These were professional gladiators, not prisoners to be executed like him.

"Eh, pig fucker!" one of them shouted in Flavius's direction. "You are gonna die today bitch, my sword will find its way inside your asshole." The others laughed as Flavius stayed silent. He didn't want to argue with them, mainly because he didn't know if they were right or not. He had been trained, but as far as actual combat experience went, Flavius had only ever partaken in a single battle and if he was being honest, it was more of a skirmish or a massacre than an actual fight between armies. It was thing of wonder truly. How had a man of his standing fall from such a height. Flavius had been born a Roman, a free man. Yet now, he was fugitivus, a base animal whose blood was to be spilled for the amusement of the crowd. As he closed his eyes, Flavius made great effort to drown out the sounds of blood and sand and the gods of the arena that mastered them. The man tried to turn his thoughts to those of happier times, when his life was still his own. When the Gods still looked upon him with favor.

Florentia, Italy. Roman Republic. 69 B.C.

Flavius Helvetius Seuso admired the clouds as he stood upon his balcony. The balcony of his villa in Florentia gave an amazing view of Jupiter's domain. The sight of clear skies gave Flavius a feeling of peace that nothing else could bring.

"Flavius!" he turned to hear his sister Messiena calling out to him. At the ripe age of twenty two, she was a rare and precious beauty. There plenty of men in Florentia who desired her dowry and her cunt in equal measure; however Messiena had spurned many a suitor. She always reasoned that it simply wasn't her time yet. Messiena trusted in Juno, goddess of marriage, to lead her down the right path. "Sister, I was just coming to give words of farewell." Flavius said as he embraced her.

"Save them." Messiena replied as she held his face. "I would have promises to stay at home instead."

"I can give no such vows." Flavius said with a sigh. "Word has been given and contract signed. Today, I begin training to join the auxiliary."

"I know this has been your wish since youth, but there are other ways to bring glory to Rome brother."

"I must go, I would not have other men go to die in my stead while I stay home like the women do."

"At least the women do not die on the battlefield soaked in blood and shit!" Messiena countered as Flavius kissed her forehead.

"Pluto will come to claim us all, whether it be on the battlefield or in your bedchambers." He countered in return. "I would have brought honor to the name Seuso first before he calls me to the joys of Elysium." Flavius knew that his sister was most distressed by his leaving to become a soldier. She was about a minute away from wallowing in sack cloth and ashes like the people of Judea. Flavius went inside the villa where his mother Pescennia was waiting for him. She tried to hold back her tears as she gave her son a hug and kiss.

"The hour is not yet too late my son." Pescennia whispered in Flavius's ear. "You could yet stay and put aside desires for the battlefield."

"Truly mother, I could not." Flavius said as he looked upon his women. "Press me no more on the matter. I am bound for the Florentine barracks so that I may train to be a solider in the imperial auxiliary. I will bring honor to the house of Seuso, Florentia, and Rome."

"It lifts the heart to see son so alive." Pescennia said as she tried to mask her true feelings. Messiena however, wept openly. Flavius gathered his belongings and turned to his family.

"When I return, you shall see my hands filed with sword and glory, both held in equal measure." He vowed as he left the villa. Flavius took one final look at his childhood home as he made way for town. Little did he know, that he would never see his home again.

WHAT WILL HAPPEN TO FLAVIUS THAT WILL SEE HIM PLUMMET FROM SUCH HEIGHTS? REVIEWS NEEDED AND APPRECIATED.