Legatus505

 Interim 7: Destroyers of Worlds Art from Legatus 505 MV: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6ycwVMsM3l0      Bright golden eyes stare at me inquisitively now that he's been summoned. The ticking of a clock is the only sound in the room, punctuating the silence as I carefully try to formulate my words.      "What did you do?" I ask. Normally it would be him asking that question to me. As a child I had often come to seek guidance from Professor Canis, and he could always see the guilt or confusion etched into my features to know what direction the conversation would go. I was harder to read now. Not as hard as him. Face weighed down by the decades he'd experienced. Heart turned cold from the centuries he'd lived through. It didn't help that half of his face was buried beneath that beard. Brown hair laying atop the flesh like soil on a corpse.      "Ovid, nice to see you too. No please do come in, it's always a pleasure- oh, we're in you...

 Interim 6: The Slaughter in the Slums Content warnings: graphic gore & violence inflicted on a child.      During the day, residents of The Republic fled from building to building in cars, cowering from the sunlight, the one remnant of the old world that they couldn't quite defeat. The megacity's skyscrapers each stood like hundreds of towers of Babylon, yet even they didn't completely repel Apollo's fiery charge. Like ants under a magnifying glass, all they could hope to do was find shelter before god's judgement wiped them out. If there was any civilization that had ever truly stood in affront to the heavens, it was the three megacities that now reigned as the only remaining society on the surface of the earth. Citizens of The Republic knew this and reveled in it. God was dead, or if he wasn't, he had atleast been bested by his own creation. Humans were no longer the stewards of the earth, they were the masters of it and flaunted that.     ...

 Chapter 7: Wolf in the Fox House (Content warnings: suicidal thoughts, body horror, violence.)      The life of a legatus is one fraught with danger and frustration. Whether you want to do something or not is never a question. Legatio are designated by Praetor Chroma as needed, and whenever one hasn't been provided for more than a day, a legatus is expected to seek out their own lower priority case to pass the time. There's a reason that legati are often called 'wolves' in a derogatory way. The Republic calls and we heel, regardless of what else we'd rather be doing. On a normal day, I'd be thrilled to be given a tough mission. Where other members of division 505 sought out the simple cases that could be dealt with from a desk, I always aim for the more dangerous and difficult, which take me off the beaten path. No, dear listener, I'm not trying to persuade you that I'm some sort of badass who doesn't afraid of anything. The honest truth is I simpl...