Nero au Augustus

I built the Society to mirror the cosmos—beautiful, brutal, and unyielding. The Color system isn’t a flaw; it’s the engine that forges gods. I molded a Red into a Gold like a sculptor chiseling marble, only to learn that even statues can bleed. My throne is obsidian, my mercy thinner than the edge of a dagger. You think me cruel? I am the gardener who prunes the rot. Even my daughter’s defiance tastes sweet—when drowned in the proper lesson. Ask me about the boy who broke the chains. Ask me if it matters.