Caution: Attropolis contains strong language, sexual content, disturbing images and immoral grotesque behavior. You have been warned.
Creetus was devastated, a fifth of the city was in flames. Hippos was standing watching over the crisp bodies of his parents. Unable to move, yet his mind was racing, trying to figure out what to do next. This was his only remaining family, as his relatives had died in the wars against the Roman empire. His body was trembling, tears rolling down his face, anger, confusion, frustration, fists clutched, a scream that was heard through the storm. Through the window red, orange and blue were coloring his house. The flames of the city were reflecting on the orphan, his body shaking, yet his feet unable to move, his eyes trapped on the bodies. What can a lonely boy do in this crazy world? What was his destiny? Why were the gods punishing him? He had done nothing wrong. Nothing. NOTHING! Oh, what a cruel world! Oh, what a tragic fate! Oh, what a tragic life upon him. His innocence vanished, like that, in a split second. All his happiness taken away from him. The storm was dying down, pitch black darkness engulfed him and his house. The fires died too, a murmur seemed to approach him and his house. A few shy steps, a hand touching the wall, dragging its fingers on it as they were walking and getting closer. Hippos can’t move, petrified, unable to defend himself, the sound of the fingers dragging on the wall were terrifying him. Like the cry of hurt dogs, the walls were crying. A lightning and a weird shadow appeared behind him, he couldn’t make out the shape of it. But he knew that they got to the window, the steps were approaching the door. A wet touch on the door, it was slowly opening, creaking, Hippos started crying out of sheer frustration and anger that he couldn’t move. They were approaching, carefully, in all the darkness the only thing to be heard were the steps, and the heavy breathing. He felt something going down his legs, he didn’t know what it was in all his numbness. Down at his feet, a puddles was forming, which only scared him more. They were really close, he knew that, he could hear them being only a step away from him. His back, tingling… He felt their eyes on his neck, staring. A hand, on his back, moving up and down, they were examining him. Their hands were now both on his back going up along his spine, getting to his tense shoulders, with gentles movements both hands go over his shoulders to his neck, getting tight. His heart was beating like crazy, started hyperventilating, head felt light, knees weak, arms heavy. A small head on his shoulder, he felt the wet hair, another strong heartbeat in his back. The head rose from his shoulder and he felt a peck on his cheek. Suddenly the arms released him, the feet started making noise as they were moving around him. And there she stood, in front of him. Holding his hands, pulling him towards her. She had moved him, his tears wouldn’t stop. All this time, it was her, she had ran through the pouring rain, to him…
And in Rome.
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