Via Dolorosa
Amans In Tenebris
"As you have said....you were helpful and resourceful. But your purpose has drawn to it's end."
Rooting deeper thoughts of horror and fear into the employed man's mind, Darth Venefica ripped and tore relentlessly until the man fell to the ground drooling and whimpering like a catatonic patient imprisoned in a dark, dank cell in a long forgotten asylum. Watching the fool grip his nails into the duracrete floor until they broke whilst the last hope of his sanity washed away, she smiled turning away from the puddle of what was once a well educated man who knew how to procure information on practically anything lost. She had long vanquished killing for pleasure, but this act of destroying the mental capacity of this hired hand was her version of mercy.
With both Little Fella and Agrona following behind her, she gingerly walked toward the waiting shuttle docked under a canopy of trees. Mentally she thanked the man for all his hard work, at last giving her the direction she needed to go in quest of yet another artifact to add to her collection.
"Why did you not simply kill the man, Mother? Wouldn't that have been more polite?"
Agrona, like her sister, was created by Darth Venefica; both taking the mantle of daughter to Darth Venefica's mantle of Mother. Unlike her sister, she didn't posses a tongue to communicate, so only through telepathy could she be heard. Unlike her sister, the once full-blood Miraluka resembled more monster than her former species; her horns and powerful tail adding to her dangerous nature even with her extensive strength in the Force.
Little Fella beeped when the shuttle came into view.
"Agrona....dear....killing is not always the solution to every problem."