I DO NOT OWN SPARTACUS: GODS OF THE ARENA. SHOUTOUT NIMLOTH OF THAY; AS WELL AS ALL OTHERS WHO GIVE A DAMN ABOUT FLAVIUS HELVETIUS SEUSO AND HIS STRUGGLE FOR LOVE, FAMILY, AND REVENGE.
House of Batiatus. Capua, Roman Republic. The next day.
Flavius woke up the next morning with a sleeping Diona laying next to him. He smiled to himself as he thought of the intense and wild love making that had occurred between them the night before. The Roman was also in fine spirits because Messiena would be arriving in Capua that very day and he would see to it that they were never again parted. As Flavius gently ran his fingers through the beautiful black hair of his sleeping wife, Diona's eyes fluttered open and when she saw her husband admiring her beauty, she grinned.
"That I might always awaken to such a vision as this...and such a cock that fills me beyond all measure. " Diona teased as Flavius couldn't help but laugh at her crude sense of humor.
"My sword shall always return home to its proper sheath." Flavius teased in turn as the newlyweds shared a deep and passionate kiss. After a few minutes of intimacy, Diona broke away from her husband.
"Flavius, my thoughts have been occupied by the return of your sister." She admitted as the Roman ceased the suckling of her breast and offered her a look of confusion.
"Does her return trouble you?" he inquired awkwardly as she planted a few kisses on his chest before providing him with an answer.
"Yea...but it is not because I do not favor her." Diona insisted as she stroked the cheek of her husband with a great deal of tenderness as she looked at him in his eyes.
"Then what about Messiena's return gives you cause for concern?" her husband asked gently as he looked back at his wife dead in the eyes.
"You have told me so many stories of her: how you grew up together, played together, nursed each other when ill. I feel as though I know Messiena and have come to favor her as sister." his wife rambled as she remember all of the memories of his beloved sister that Flavius shared with her during their many moments alone.
"And this troubles you, that you find yourself caring for my sister without ever having met her?" Flavius asked with a chuckle as he planted a chaste kiss on her forehead. "You would not be the first woman in the world to develop such feelings as this. Developing feelings for one never met is most common. Many have done so before you and many will do so after."
"That is not what troubles me: what troubles me is the possibility that she may not care for me in return." Diona clarified as she cupped the hardened face of her most cherished husband. "If she does not like me, could she convince you to dissolve our marriage?"
"First of all, I faced the best gladiators in Capua for your hand; the gods themselves could not dissolve our marriage and I would slay them all for trying." The son of Mars declared as he planted several lip kisses in quick succession upon his beloved wife. "But I swear to you it shall not matter, Messiena will love you as a sister and my heart shall be as full as it can possibly be; without loving mother...who would have loved you as dearest daughter."
Later that day.
At the appointed hour, Flavius stood on the sands with spendlid armor as sure enough, Quintus Lentulus Batiatus stood by his champion's side to greet his long lost sister. Ashur, along with the other gladiators stood in formation with the Doctore at the helm. Domina and Diona stood on the balcony. With Melitta and Naevia dead, Diona was the only remaining slave of worth.
"To see my sister alive, and not just the dream of a desperate man... it is a joy that I thought I would never again know." Flavius said with a smile upon his face.
"She will be returned to arms before midday sun and serve as witness to your ascent as a god of the arena." Batiatus assured the son of Mars as they waited for the sun to shine upon Flavius's heart once more. After what seemed like an hour, the horse drawn cart rode through the gates of the Ludus. Flavius watched eagerly as the drive dismounted from his post and unlocked the doors.
After a few nervous moments, a feminine form slowly climbed down from the cart. The woman's hair was short and she looked like she had been drug though the muck and the shit, but Flavius recognized her immediately. It was indeed Messiena Papa Seuso, the champion's sister; once ripped from grasp.
"Messiena!" Flavius shouted as the woman slowly turned to see her brother. She gazed at him for a moment, questioning if he was indeed real or a delusion.
"Flavius..." his sister whispered as she slowly stepped forward, tears forming in her eyes. The siblings rushed each other and embraced tightly. The tears streamed down both of their faces.
"I thought you were dead..." Messiena wailed as she held onto her brother for dear life.
"Your brother is the opposite of dead, he has become the son of Mars; a god of the arena!" Batiatus declared as Messiena turned to look at her new Dominus.
"Sister, this is Quintus Lentulus Batiatus: the man to whom we owe so much." Flavius explained as Messiena bowed her head in respect.
"Dominus." She whispered.
WE ARE NEARING THE END OF THIS STORY AND THE LONG AWAITED SHOW DOWN BETWEEN THE SON OF MARS AND THE MAD, HATEFUL, LEGATUS. REVIEWS NEEDED AND APPRECIATED