Caesar sits upon a troubled throne. Dissension, corruption and dissolution plague his scattered and encamped armies while they wait their turn to face the wrath their sworn enemies the NCR. New Vegas shines at night in the west where he can see its mocking glow. The failed second attempt to claim Hoover Dam and its consequential destruction by an unknown adversary in the three-way battle has weakened morale and made Caesar wary of his restless generals. Worse yet his most trusted tribe of the eighty six he has conquered, The Daughters Of Hecate, might not be so trustworthy after all. Caesar worries his days are numbered...


Rites Of Hecate

In Caesar's Name
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Bedtime

Diana's pale green eyes fluttered open beholding Caesar still asleep beside her. She felt for her switchblade she had smuggled into bed with him then recalled she was still naked and the knife was in her dress nearby. The wine he had given her had worn off sometime during the night and now it danced merrily in her skull like so many busy cazadores stinging wildly, repeatedly and painfully. She shuddered while she sat up as phantom sensations roamed her goosebumped flesh despite a roaring fire in the courtyard of Caesar's tent.

Her duties as a Vestal Virgin were over, she realized. As Caesar awoke her opportunity to assasinate him was also over. The mothers of the Bene Volespia would be dissapointed but would not risk voicing it. She had joined her sisters who came before her in other failed attempts. Caesar was a strong and vital man and killing him was not as simple as revealing a hidden weapon and attacking outright. Patience and opportunity were required. But like the others before she had shared his bed and failed her mission in that order.

Caesar ignored her with the same regard due to a pile of dirty laundry meant for someone else to clean. Diana had been instructed to remain always submissive unless engaged in slitting this man's throat in his sleep and kept up her act. It was harder now after last night. Part of her, her human side, that girl-forced-to-become-a-woman whose voice screamed at her within that she retain some shred of dignity was made to be silent. Caesar thought he had selected her but really she had been selected for him. Her self discipline and her devotion to the Bene Volespia had earned her a chance to become a martyr and a hero. Instead she had sacrificed part of herself for nothing. Now she was just another of Caesar's conquests, her identity cascading away as his slave.

A tear tried to escape but she still had her willpower and wiped it away, almost angrily. Now she understood the haunted and humiliated looks of the other girls the Mothers Of Hecate had sent before her. She was only partially successful not examining her bruises he had left on her before she dressed. The tiny weapon felt good in her hand as she moved with serpentine grace toward his back.

"What do you want? Report and be gone." Caesar addressed Vaniun Ferros the Centurion of the Praetorians.

"Lanius and his warriors are here, Caesar. They have been awaiting your inspection all morning." Vaniun Ferros reported.

"Very well. I will come and welcome them soon. Have two of your men escort that to my harem." Caesar replied.

Diana sat back down as she waited to be locked up in Caesar's harem.

"I am a 'that' am I?" She had suffered an insult to injury. Diana vowed secretly atop her sacred oaths to Hecate that she would live to see Caesar lay dead in his own blood, even if it was not by her own hand. Soon the two guards came to take her away.

She followed one of them outside the enclosed tents surrounding a courtyard and looked to where Caesar stood regally glaring at Lanius and his elite warriors who stood beside the Legate. The one behind her nudged Diana with suprising gentleness and even managed to miss the sore spot inches below.

"Just keep moving, you are not to be noticed." He spoke both softly and with authority. Diana felt oddly comforted by his manner and obeyed after stealing a glimpse at the pulverized NCR captives in the cages behind Lanius.

One of the cages contained some kind of gray or silver monster like she had never seen before.

"What is that?" She asked pointing. The gaurd before her muttered for her to remain silent.

"It is a Deathclaw. A trophy for Caesar. Now stop talking." The one behind her worded essentially.

Diana found the monster's presence to be a worthy distraction from her angst and considered it all the way to the harem where she was unceremoniously handed over to the Mothers Of Hecate. Some of them were Bene Volespia. Diana couldn't tell hers from the others. Her Bene Volespia were very secretive and none from her circle were present. She thought she saw a flicker of bitter dissapointment in several eyes at seeing her still alive.

Somehow their cold stares made her feel even more broken than before.

Interesting, will be nice to see the story unfold.

Wow Goris, did I inspire you to write more about Hecate?

This is a really good intro. I’m confused about its connection with cannon (I never thought the sisters were assimilated into the legion) but your unique setup provides an interesting twist. I look forward to seeing where you take this idea.

Also, sorry I haven’t yet reviewed Return Vegas. I saw that you’ve finished it, but I’ve been overloaded with work, editing my own fan-fic, and trying to maintain my recently deceased RP.

You’ve strongly rekindled my interest, I will definitely check this out as you post. I’m about to finish Child of Atom 2, if you ever get back into reading it, let me know. Otherwise, keep churning out this kind of quality work.

-SS