Pestilence's eyes lit up. "Right! You want a whole meal or just rare steak... Rare steak is actually better for you a the moment because it'll supplement your iron... as for who Caligula was..." he looked to War, a smirk clear on his lips through the green smoke. "I'll let you tell her."
War shifted awkwardly as Pestilence went off and began cooking, humming as he did so. "Caligula... Er... Where to start?... Well... He..." he slid onto the counter. "... God. You know how Romans were sex fanatics?... Well. He started it. He invented the orgy. He's also one of the bloodiest rulers of history and even resorted to killing off his own servants after they were loyal to him for fear someone could use them against him... Son of a gun was finally killed by a man, who's wife he raped and another guard... He would have died of syphilis though, if he hadn't." War ran a hand through his hair. "He also... Sort of killed me. He was the reason I became War... But Gods that man was a psychopath."



