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followed him to the door and touched his arm. He stopped and turned back, his face looking softer as if the memory bothered him.
    “I mean that is the text book story, but what was the truth?”
    He took a slow breath and then looked at me. “You seem to have studied Rome well.”
    “I did, in school…college I mean.”
    “Well, it is true, all of that. We did decide to end his life from fear of a tyrannical state, but my reasons were much more personal.”
    “In what way?” I asked him.
    “Caesar was a dictator, a ruthless leader. His rule was long and hard. He had no morality, only a lust for power.”
    “Sounds like Rome.”
    “Not all Romans were devoid of honor.”
    I stepped back and shook my head.
    “I did not mean any disrespect to you at all.”
    He walked to the window and looked out at the starry sky. I followed him as he started to speak to me.
    “At the beginning of 44 BC I was starting to come into my own, politically that is, I had hopes of one day leaving the senate and possibly ruling but as I studied politics more and watched the governing body I seriously started to doubt it’s validity. I started to side with the Liberators, of which were led by my friend Gaius at the time. I wanted to fully immerse myself in the political arena, but as my popularity grew so did the attention that I brought upon myself and to my family. At the time it was just my Father and my sister who had survived the last bought of sickness that Rome had endured. My sister never fully recovered from her illness and spent most days in her room resting, she had regained her physical strength, but her mind was weak. When she finally started to feel some strength returning to her she agreed to attend a party that was arranged by Caesar to celebrate the upcoming elections. She came with me as a favor I asked of her. It was against my better judgment.”
    He stopped as I stepped up next to him and saw the moonlight on his face. He truly is a beautiful man, so full of compassion and strength. He glanced at me and I looked away as he continued on.
    “During the party I was busy trying my best to impress other members of the senate. This was the first time that I met Caesar in person, I mean I had seen him many times, but to have him step up to me and speak was an honor I did not expect to receive. He did so with all the charm of a snake, only to rival Lucifer himself with his ability to weave his lies.”
    His tone darkened as he reached up and placed his hand on the glass that separated us from the outside world.
    “The party went late into the night and it was not until the morning that I realized that Tercia, my sister, had been raped and half beaten to death. She would not speak for weeks, but when she finally did she only said one word “Caesar”. It was then that I knew what I must do, not only for my country, but for her.”
    “Wait, if Tercia was your sister then that makes you…”
    “I am Marcus Juneus Brutus.”
    “Oh my God, no way.”
    He turned to me and raised an eyebrow.
    “What is not to believe?”
    “I just thought he was older and…”
    “We did not have the life expectancy that humans do now, so we did everything much earlier in life.”
    “I just can’t believe it, I mean I can. So what happened to you and to your sister?”
    “She took her own life, but with regret. I was killed for my sins against Caesar.”
    “I am so sorry.”
    “There is nothing to apologize for, this is my story, not yours.”
    I paused and then asked him one final question.
    “So why me, why was I chosen to become a Hellhound?”
    “Because a Hellhound fell in battle and it allowed another to step in. You see Lucifer’s only power is how many of us there can be at any given time, other than that he controls nothing past trials. There can only be 5 like the points on his pentagram”
    “So one of you died then allowing for me to take their place?”
    He walked to my door and opened it up and then turned back to me