The priests moved in rhythm, never taking their eyes off the swirling flames of the campfire. Orange light reflected erratically off their scaled armor, their tridents thumping the ground at timed intervals as their melancholy chants rose from their throats, forming one sound. The sacrifices coward in their cell at the terrifying sight.
"Look at how they cower!" Romulus whispered to his fellow consul, Lucretia. "These barbarians are brave enough to bash in the skull of our messenger. One look at the priests though and they piss themselves in fear."
Lucretia nodded. She tied her red hair into a ponytail. "The messenger wasn't going to kill them." The chants crescendo. Not one of the five priests muttered the same chant. "The priests might."
"Well, that is why we're here." Romulus smiled.
Citizens packed the arena of the Capital. The arena was one of the few public institutions where the low and high mingled to a significant extent. Tonight, quite a number of Atlantis Legionnaires packed the seats. Lucretia said it was fitting that the men who put down the rebels were made to feel a part of the festival. With the rebellion crushed, the leaders had been paraded through the streets of the Capital. Citizens, from the feeble old-men of the libraries to the young daughter of some pleb, hurled abuse and rotten vegetables at the defanged leaders and cheered for the soldiers in scale.
Lucretia knows how to move a crowd, Romulus grudgingly admitted.
Silence still grasped the arena save for the whimpering of the fallen leaders of the rebellion and the rising chants of the priests. The funnel of the rotating flame spun faster and faster until-there! The flames burst, enveloping the priests, but they were unscathed and untouched by the fire now growing white hot.
Soldiers standing by the cages, one by one, pulled the sacrifices from the cage. An officer would read a list of the sacrifice's transgressions, and then sentence him or her to death. Death took the form of two soldiers grabbing the beaten, defeated rebel leadership and tossing them one-by-one into the fire.
The crowds cheered. The rebellion was over, but the Children of Atlantis knew that the war wasn't. All the lights in the sky are stars.
And we need to get the hell out of here and to them! Romulus thought.