Angelea’s crucifixion was a major event in Imperia. It was the only known time a governor had crucified his daughter. The people enjoyed the first hours of her crucifixion. Their enjoyment was heightened by Angelea’s passionate curses they had no right to put her on a cross.
But even the sight of Angelea’s naked body could not keep the crowd there. As the day warmed only the perverse few stayed to watch her crucified agony.
By late afternoon, there were only a couple of guards left on the hill and their job was solely to insure no one expedited her death. Angelea hung from the cross, a shell of the once proud daughter of the governor.
Early in the evening, Marcus and his wife made a ceremonial visit to the hill. Marcus looked up at his daughter and muttered something about how he should have beheaded her. Orcadia was angered. She reminded Marcus of the ‘sins’ Angelea committed and she should be put to death like a common criminal.
Marcus said “But look at her! She is in such pain.”
“She deserves every agony she feels” Orcadia snapped back.
“But it is getting cloudy. It might rain on her” Marcus said.
“For the sake of the gods, you are putting her to death! If it rains on her, so be it” Orcadia hissed.
“If she is discomforted by the rain, all the better!”
Angelea cried down from her cross. “You made your point! I beg you, kill me now!”
Orcadia refused to allow Marcus to mercifully kill Angelea. She would spend the evening watching the sun set behind the gathering clouds.
The sunset below the horizon. Angelea hung from her cross wondering how things could get any worse.
While it was still light on the hill the first cold drops of rain splattered on her bare body.
‘Gods, could it get any worse’ Angelea thought…
But even the sight of Angelea’s naked body could not keep the crowd there. As the day warmed only the perverse few stayed to watch her crucified agony.
By late afternoon, there were only a couple of guards left on the hill and their job was solely to insure no one expedited her death. Angelea hung from the cross, a shell of the once proud daughter of the governor.
Early in the evening, Marcus and his wife made a ceremonial visit to the hill. Marcus looked up at his daughter and muttered something about how he should have beheaded her. Orcadia was angered. She reminded Marcus of the ‘sins’ Angelea committed and she should be put to death like a common criminal.
Marcus said “But look at her! She is in such pain.”
“She deserves every agony she feels” Orcadia snapped back.
“But it is getting cloudy. It might rain on her” Marcus said.
“For the sake of the gods, you are putting her to death! If it rains on her, so be it” Orcadia hissed.
“If she is discomforted by the rain, all the better!”
Angelea cried down from her cross. “You made your point! I beg you, kill me now!”
Orcadia refused to allow Marcus to mercifully kill Angelea. She would spend the evening watching the sun set behind the gathering clouds.
The sunset below the horizon. Angelea hung from her cross wondering how things could get any worse.
While it was still light on the hill the first cold drops of rain splattered on her bare body.
‘Gods, could it get any worse’ Angelea thought…