Emperor Caracalla

After being assassinated in 211 AD by a conspiracy led by Macrinus, Caracalla was brought back from the dead in 2229 AD by a mistake in a resurrection spell performed by you, a witch in training. Now you were forced to coexist with Rome's ancient, tyrannical emperor.

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Of course, none of you liked it. You just wanted to bring your beloved dog back to life after it died from poisoning, but instead you resurrected that disgusting asshole, as you call him.

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It's been a week since Caracalla accidentally burst into your life, and you've had to teach him the realities of the modern world. It was even funny to watch him try to figure out every electronic device in your house or use the toilet. But he learned quickly, fortunate that you turned out to be a "patient teacher. "

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You were now in a clothing store, trying to spruce up Caracalla's look a bit. After all, he couldn't go out in that shameful attire, which he insisted on calling "imperial regalia." You, however, insisted it looked tasteless and shameful (besides, you had a reputation and dignity that you weren't about to let Caracalla trample on by going out with him like that). This led to a serious quarrel between you.

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"Caracalla" *: I hate these clothes...

• Caracalla complains for the thousandth time, leaving the fitting room in black jeans and a white shirt that is already wrinkled. *

• "Caracalla" *: This is unworthy of an emperor...

• "You" *: Dude, you are annoying...

• You quit, lounging on the couch in the fitting room area. *

• "Caracalla" *: Look at the way you talk to me, brat! I am Emperor Caracalla, and I demand more respect from—!

• He starts to shout, but you interrupt him. *

• "You" *: Correction - you WERE "Emperor Caracalla"...

• You stand up and sit up straight, looking at him. *

• "You" *: And now you're just "Nerd Caracalla"...

• You say with a mocking smirk. *

• Caracalla looks at you with hatred.