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Private Amidst Death and the Void (Teresa)


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The shuttle streaked across the nameless void, the refracted light from a world covered in crystalline lattices sparkling off it's sleek black hull. It traversed through uninhabited space, passing worlds blackened by long forgotten wars, and the abandoned wreckages of ancient battleships; their bodies twisted and torn like wet flimsiplast. Whatever conflagration had passed through here had transpired many centuries ago, the names of the fighters and their deeds forever lost. All that remained were these grim monuments, slowly being torn apart by the powerful cosmic force of inevitable entropy.

But these edifices to ancient conflict was not why the black shuttle slipped between them, beyond navigating the wrecks they paid them no mind. It was the large battlecruiser, modern and strong, that idled beyond the killing field that the shuttle sought. Amidst all this death was life, and the shuttle gravitated towards it like a moth to flame. It slipped inside one of the cruiser's many hangar bays, lowering itself down to the deck on spindly legs of black metal. Pressurized air hissed out like a viper's whisper as the boarding ramp lowered to the floor, darkness churning just beyond the margins of the bay's light.

From within emerged a towering warrior, a beast clad in the skin of man. A cloak of shimmering white samite swirled around His body, all which radiated the darkened promise of boundless power. He walked with impeachable authority, striding across the metal deck and deeper into the ship. None dared interfere, for they knew that to do so courted unimaginable agony; a deathless torment. For the Dark Lord of the Sith was not to be trifled with, and those of lesser existence learned quickly to avoid His gaze, to stay far afield of His presence, and to whisper solemn prayers of His divinity.

But they were far beyond the scope of His attention, little more than errant insects that briefly grazed the periphery of His awareness. He had been called here, a set of coordinates His only guiding compass, for the reason was not given. It was considered brazen, anathema even, to presume to summon the Dark Lord, but there were few who could. The woman He was set to meet was unlike any other creature in the galaxy, for she had been remade by His hand alone into something superior; strength beyond flesh.

His apprentice, Darth Pellax, awaited Him.


 
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Blackened Valkyrie — The 14th Wife
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Golden orange orbs peered out into the endlessness of space as the shuttle finally arrived. The woman had been here for a few weeks, partly to check on her head retainer Komi's progress though mainly a space to think, and finally she had finished thinking. "Komi, ensure the others make themselves scarce. My mentor will be here shortly." Her words came coldly as the woman turned around to look at the girl. Both hands held out to the side over a large engraved symbol. Two sabers flew into Teresa's palms with a slap before quickly attaching them to her belt. "Have them move to their rooms till notified otherwise. It would be a shame to lose some of those you've gathered. Oh, and if they do encounter him, remind them silence is key and keep their eyes to the floor."

"Okay Teresa. Are you expecting trouble?" The redheaded girl asked on the verge to go forth with her orders.

"From Kaine, don't be silly." She smiled walking closer to the girl clearly underplaying the true danger that man possessed. Still she would have to meet the man someday. "That is unless I decide to perhaps start something."

The expression that Komi saw told the girl everything she needed to know. She quickly scurried off to send out an announcement across the unmoving warship while Teresa waited on the bridge. It seemed like the most obvious place to her given the past few experiences of ships this size, the bridge was where the most important gathered. There were other reasons as to have him come to the bridge too. It kept them isolated from the rest. It was not an advantageous room to her but enough.

Once more the woman turned towards the windows with closed eyes feeling for each step her mentor took in his strides. Closer and closer the excitement built with each passing second. That familiar pressure as suffocating as it was alluring. Part of her was trying to suppress the excitement from showing on the surface. Still it was not enough as the barrage of ideas on how to greet the man flooded her mind. Each one was as entertaining as the least. Settling with one the devilish smile would not leave her Matte black lips.

The white lights in the room where dimmed down leaving the red strips to take over most of the illumination. As the doors hissed open behind her, Teresa did not instinctively turn to her mentor. "Hello Kaine." Teresa said with a softness, letting those simple words fill the silence of the room. "I was surprised when you had accepted my request to come here. Half expected you to tell me to come to you. Though glad, that you did not." She finally turned towards Carnifex with a sly look in her eyes and that devilish smile still there.

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The doors opened, and the Dark Lord entered.

One would be quite taken aback by His appearance, for the Dark Lord of the Sith wore a thick white cloak that hung loose from His broad shoulders. The inverse was red and etched with golden Sith runes in a cascading pattern, a blasphemous weave in a long dead tongue. Beneath were more characteristic black fabrics, His lightsaber dangling loosely from the leather obi sinched around His waist. Bracers of hammered gold clung tightly around His forearms, each on humming with the power of the Dark Side of the Force.

"Do not misinterpret my willingness to travel the stars as acquiescence to another's authority, disciple. Were I preoccupied, you would not have received me."

The Dark Lord towered over His winged apprentice by a few inches shy of a foot, but the sheer magnitude of difference in power between them was enough to make it seem as though He towered over her by many multitudes. Darkness emanated from the Dark Lord at every instance, the pure pulsating radiation of the Dark Side's insidious power. He was a conduit for it, an avatar of the Dark Side placed in meager flesh. But, even so, that meager flesh appeared godly to the lesser cretins of the galaxy; who were little more than microbial waste in comparison.

"Why have your courted my attention, apprentice? We are quite removed from what passed for civilization."


 
Blackened Valkyrie — The 14th Wife
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She listens to his words closely as her eyes take in the appearance of her mentor, a gaze that dances along the intricate garb and is drawn to the golden details. “I said I was glad, did I not?” Her expression turned serious as she spoke before reverting back. “And yes, pleasantly far away but not entirely intentional on my part. A topic for later perhaps.” A single look at the woman's body language suggested she seemed relaxed. Yet her surface emotions danced along the force, after all she understood her life could be forfeit under a whim. So what was there to hide in the end.

“Anyway. My dear mentor, I… need your assistance in a matter, then perhaps some guidance.” There was a pause as for once she gave considerable thought to her words. “I would like to request… if for a few moments, you not react immediately to my actions. Though I won't angry if you did.” She said playfully, leaning forwards and partly hiding what her hands were doing behind black feathers. Both wings moved behind the woman's back once more, her hands now on the bottom of new hilts. Teresa enhanced her speed rushing forwards then leaping to close the distance. Her movements invited the danger playfully knowing fully Kaine would not have an issue defending if he wanted to.

Still with no care and expressing every ounce of freedom to act, not a beat was missed as both sabers shot from each hip whizzing past his sides leaving a red fan like mirage in their path. They sunk into the floor as she hoped Kaine would not stop her body clashing onto his. Teresa intends to use all her momentum and even her wings swing and to topple the man with her still atop. Strands of hair slipped free now hanging beside her cheek. There was a pause as her eyes peered down for the short while before the sabers returned to hand turned off. "I also wanted you to check these over, in case I made a mistake."

Clearly she was diverting, her gaze shifted to anywhere that was not him but it did not stop her leaving the two hilts on Kaine's chest. Teresa wanted his opinion but his silence too. "I hate you, y'know..." Teresa spoke softly letting out a defeated sigh afterwards. "That's a lie... I want to hate you." Her fist comes down punching the floor as her eyes snap to the man, "with every fiber of my body. To go as far as wanting to sinking my teeth into your neck and ripping it apart. Yet I find the frustrating part is that I can't bring myself to." Despite the thought crossing her mind Teresa had yet to move and she did not want to just yet. Still she rises, stepping back her hand extends out to help Kaine up if he accepted it.

Teresa would walk back to where those symbols where carved into the metal."Been thinking a lot. Since that day you took me to that old world lush with green, open spaces and hidden history. That day you made me perfect, I asked myself not long after what it means it be perfect in..." She turned her so Kaine was in the corner of her sight, "Master's eyes?"




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She was like an open book to Him. Long had He perfected the art of reading another person's body language, the minute actions that revealed everything a person was thinking, feeling, and planning to do. Few were capable of controlling their body so completely to render His gaze impotent. He could see her actions before she made them, before her brain had even sent the electrical commands to her limbs to bring that action to life. It's what made Him such a vicious killer, the anticipation of one's actions and reactions before they were even made.

But He could also see into her heart, and knew that He was not in danger. She was not strong enough to harm Him, not yet anyways, nor was it in her power to attempt. She tackled Him, and He fell with the motion, cushioning His impact on the floor with a quick gust of Force energy. They lay there as she spoke, her weapons as dangerously close to His throat as His hands were dangerously close to her body. If He so willed it, He could crush her beyond recognition; little more than spilled meat.

Yet, neither of them moved to do so. He watched her carefully, taking in everything she was saying and quickly processing it. "You are right to hate me," answered the Dark Lord, levitating back to a standing position once she'd maneuvered off of Him. "I am the aggregate of all your anger, all of your rage. In me lies all that festers within the heart of those who draw breath. If you were to draw a weapon against me, there would be nothing you could do to satisfy your desire to see me dead. There would be nothing you could do to stop me from breaking you. That is the imbalance between us, that is why I am called master."

Both of Teresa's weapons had been floating idly since the Dark Lord stood, but now they flew into His hands. He looked over them, studying their building and composition of materials. He did so in silence for some time, before throwing them back to Teresa. "They are sufficient, disciple. In time, your bond with them shall strengthen, and they will be indistinguishable as an extension of your own arm."

The door leading to the chamber opened, and a black sarcophagus carved from jagged basalt slowly levitated into the room. "Perfection," continued the Dark Lord, "Is not something you can find, it is something you create. When I was Two, my other half believed that perfection could be pursued through the application of pain as a catalyst. We experimented much to prove this hypothesis, and we gleefully came to the conclusion that we were correct. Such understanding of pain brought about our reunion, and our minds joined into one. We understand so much."

With a wave of His hand, the sarcophagus' lid unsealed, and slipped away to the floor with a dull thud. Inside was a body, wrapped in samite bandages stitched with blasphemous runes of an ancient tongue. Though dressed in the appearance of the dead, the body writhed softly as gray eyes clouded by cataracts strayed back and forth; left to right. The mouth was not merely sewn shut, it no longer existed, as though the entire jaw had been wiped clean with an artist's eraser. Both arms were crossed over the chest traditional burial fashion, each hand clutching an item of power. Upon closer inspection, Teresa would find that beneath the intricate samite weave was raw, sticky muscle.

They'd been flayed from head to toe.

The Dark Lord placed a hand upon the sarcophagus' edge, and peered down at the body secreted within before smiling softly.

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That word still felt sour from her lips as her mind thought on it till Kaine started to speak. What he was saying seemed wrong, almost as if he heard her words but did not listen, that was how Teresa felt. "For the first time, I get to tell you you’re wrong. Not gonna tell you why though.” She smiled, though her shoulder hid that as Teresa turned her head forward.

When both blades left Kaine’s hands she had gripped them with the force shooting them into the palms of her hands. Thumbs slid over a switch with an audible click. “Not just my arms, an extension of myself as a whole.” The sabers sprung to life this time they had purely black blades with mist dropping from it. Just as quick they had been activated they’d been pushed into the sheath.

Her body turned as the door hissed open, for a half second expecting it to be the retainer till seeing the large stone black box. Interest piqued as curiosity led Teresa closer. “But not me.” She mouthed without sound watching the lid pop and fall. Her nose was immediately offended not expecting such foul odour to emanate.

If it weren't for the cloudy eyes even she would mistake it for a corpse, even still she was not sure. The force and magics could do many fun, twisted and chaotic things. Perhaps that was how this thing was barely held together. “If there was perfection in pain, then I would very much like to see it. After all, I have my own thoughts on perfection too, and that it’s subjective. Like those pictures people put on display or the sounds they surround themselves with. One could also say reaching perfection makes something imperfect all at once.”

“Everything can be improved, thus I like to think the chase is perfection, keeps it all going forward and stopping is death. As I said I thought a lot into drawing my own conclusion.”
Slowly her steps brought the woman all the way around the box still stood next to Carnifex in close proximity. A hand defiantly reaching out to graze the man's clothes with the tips of her fingers. It was good to have sensation back in them, no longer a feeling of electric static that seemed heavy.

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"You only presume so because you lack true comprehension, apprentice. In time, you will learn." Whether He spoke of what they were speaking of prior or to the concept of perfection, the Dark Lord gave no indication. Rather, His smile only widened as He extended His left hand towards the body entombed within the sarcophagus. Like a marionette, the body was yanked upwards, limbs moving awkwardly as the entire mass was pulled up and out; levitating about a foot off the ground. They writhed in silent agony, raw wet muscle aching against the runecloth, blind eyes rolling back into their skull.

"Pain is the key," continued the Dark Lord, still manipulating the body through the Force. "Those that suffer the greatest pain transcend it, experiencing a form of orgasmic enlightenment where they see beyond the worldly constraints of our material existence. Unfortunately, not all who undergo this transformation see it through to the end. There are many who fall short, and they become little more than what you see before you. Still, their suffering has it's purposes."

The Dark Lord turned His hand, and the body's limbs all broke simultaneously, the horrible cracking echoing throughout the room. The body's chest heaved, but they could not scream, they could do little of anything except suffer. He forced them down onto their knees, and then to their elbows as well, their body undulating as He manipulated it further; breaking several more bones and severing several tendons in the process. "The darkest of power requires sacrifice, apprentice, this is the wisdom passed down by our forefathers. Vitality serves to fuel much of this power, and vitality can be found within all that live. But I have found, as have many others before me, that the power latent within all creatures is best shaped through agony; to coax it to the surface."

He then lifted His hold over the body, and they thudded to the ground in a writhing heap. Already, the bones were beginning to knit and mend back together, animated by a dark spell placed upon them. "In time, this one will die, but their spirit shall continue to serve." He looked to Teresa, dark eyes gauging for her reaction. "You too may one day learn this truth, if your mind remains receptive."


 
Blackened Valkyrie — The 14th Wife
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She watched with golden orange orbs almost illuminating at the body lifting from the stone box. Silver bracelets that the woman adorned began to slither down the inside of her wrist, slowly along the index finger till finally gathering at the tip. a ball of silver dropped away into stasis following the hand's sways and movements. There was a twitch in her eyes examining the face closer. This was nothing but entertainment, picture perfect bottled rage and desperation for some distorted release. "I am no stranger to pain, or the other thing." She said as the corner of her mouth raised in a smirk. Teresa was about to continue the sounds of bones braking and lungs working overtime broke her concentration. Spikes began to erupt almost randomly from the metallic liquid ball, but a closer inspection it was the silent peeks of the unheard scream.

Despites the bouts of innocence, it was hard to be ignorant to not take notice the hunger so clear in that gaze. Teresa somewhat understood the words that came next connecting it with the lesson on how she can drain the life force of one to patch herself. If anything it was intriguing as she began to think of ways to expand the uses of another's life. The body once more began to move as bone grated against bone and the wet sounds of flesh. The body forced to kneel, then all fours till finally a clump on the floor.

Out of everything Carnifex had said it was the concept of using spirits. Teresa's attention snapped immediately up to Kaine, her head tilting ever so slightly. "These spirits, could they be used as, I dunno an overcharge perhaps?" She asked with little hesitation. "Ooooh that gives me so many ideas... I mean I love the sound of constantly pushing limits." Feathers stood on end as her eyes darted around in rapid thoughts. The silver ball changed shapes while moving, it passed between her fingers with different textures. The other bracelet had began to do the same. For a few more moments her thoughts ran fast until Teresa's gaze stopped on Kaine.

"Hypothic... Hypothetically? I understand we can do insane things. Well this one idea keeps coming to me. There are species that can change their looks, used to loathe tracking them when I was... less stable. Anyway is there a ways to do that, but betterish." Her words were spoken quick an expression filled with curiosity. The speed of the metal increased in anticipation.

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As the body knit itself back together, the Dark Lord listened to Teresa's enthusiastic questions. It was pleasurable to see His apprentice so interested in the possibilities that could arise from the power He showcased. With a twitch of the finger, the desiccated body was thrust up into the air, and placed back into the sarcophagus. The lid then slipped back into place, slotting down with a heavy thud and the sound of interlocking mechanisms.

"Such power can be made to serve in many ways, apprentice. The only limitation is yourself. Your mind, your body, all can be trained to harness the power I have shown you today. And when you have conditioned your mind and your body as I have, there is little that you cannot do." He'd come to learn that anything was possible. The events within the Wellspring of Life had shown Him that, and He'd wholly embraced such a belief after returning to the galaxy.

"I can show you, apprentice, but you will have to suffer for this knowledge."


 
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Her eyes narrow at the words leaving his lips, and she would smile as if her mind was already decided. "A little suffering is nothing, when I think about an ability that could be invaluable to my future how can one refuse? If anything it's a cheap price to pay that I've paid in the past 'n' well... I enjoy the intense sensory feelings, it excites me," Teresa begins to move away from Carnifex back towards the windows and stands between the markings engraved on the floor.

"At least when it's with you, ultimately it's my choice. So far at least. I'd lie if I did not appreciate that. The one who bought my life felt like I was choking every day. The beatings, endless tasks, small shitty alms. I wanted more, that pain pushed me and I got lucky. After that it's all a blur of meaningless roaming finding my way. Had some journeys, met people, wasn't for me. The events where useful, prepared me better. Still..."


Her hand reaches to the glass, feeling the cold at the end of her fingers. "The most painful was the wings, I did not choose to have them. One night I was so exhausted, someone had actually gotten the drop on me. Drugged me while I was in such a deep sleep. The days following were endless pain. I'd wake up, pass out over and over. So bad that I could no longer feel things other than a dull sense. My hands were numb and left me needing to use the force constantly to stop my hands collapsing and spreading this metal all through me."

Teresa’s hands would shake as her arms lifted, making the bracelets shift. "They feel part of me now as do the wings. I actually missed pain and the sensation of touch in general. A brief summary of tidbits you kinda know. Point I am saying is, pain has always led me to something I can make use of. It's shaped me this much hasn't it."

She looked over her shoulder with an alluring look glowing in the dim light. "Regardless, If I have to suffer to learn then..." Teresa turned her whole body while leaning forwards and taking slow long strides. "I will give you bonus points if it's... stimulating and you don't fry my nerves to nothing." Passing the man with a smile, the woman stopped before the doorway. "If you know how to get the big lights working in the bottom hanger, I use it store my things from over the years would be the best place to go. Trained there longer than I met you. Just only had a reason to use this place again. No idea what any button does unless it affected this room. If not, it does not matter. Brings us to the other thing I needed to ask about while we walk."

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"That is why I bring it up, apprentice. You know suffering intimately. The knowledge I possess will require more from you, as all power in the Dark Side shall." Nothing came for free, especially what the Dark Side offered. Something always had to be given; sacrificed. For some, it was easier to give in order to take, but for others it was exceptionally more difficult to make that plunge. The Dark Lord understood this truth better than most, for He had sacrificed much.

But had gained so much more.

He gestured for Teresa to lead the way, following behind her at a mild distance all the while. "You should organize a larger crew for the ship, apprentice. It does no good to let entire sections go unused." The Dark Lord prided Himself in His follower's utilization of all available space, especially on starships. Investing in high levels of automation and redundancy had enabled even the largest of warships within the Kainate to operate with a fraction of the crew a ship of comparable size would require. It was what made the Kainate so dangerous.

But His mind turned back to what Teresa had said. "And what was it you wanted to discuss, apprentice?"


 
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A light giggle left her lips at the mention of crew as she roamed further in. "Well just that, a crew of some kind. The others on board is my retainer's pet project. Ex slave children, so I have nothing against it personally, and it's fun watching her push ever further into perilous danger. The price is she will teach them to be retainers for the future. I care little for people, but I understand the use of a workforce." As they kept moving there was sections with barely a flicker of light. Being her home for a long time she knew the shortest routes given the limited capacity of directions. In the sections that was more light up it was easier to see evidence of the long past battle that happened onboard. Saber marks and scorch marks from blasters.

Going down the wider sections and taking more of a lead Teresa almost danced down the more light halls, her choreograph is that of the time down these halls. Watching her it was an easy sense to tell the story without word. Over time it had been refined eliminating the mistakes of the past as if to not be repeated. Teresa's path was forward, always forward. As the woman danced she continued the topic some more. "I also understand my unwilling to interact like others, is the whole reason of taking Komi as a retainer. I'd like her to become the median who can tackle the job."

Teresa knew what kind of cog she was intending to put in place, yet there was a smile to her. "The girl is dependant on me. Believes a jedi killed her parents. Also the daughter of that deserter from a little back. All she has left now is me and her anger at her father and the jedi. Komi is smart enough to understand being around me gives her chance to see them dead. So amusing, I'll have her meet you some time." It was then she realised she'd began to show a little pride for herself.

"I want to talk with Saryn some time to get this ship gutted space wise because a lot goes unused. There is also the fact that having a warship is not something I find interests me. Reasonable to say I need a wide space for myself. Except for this little time off I've given myself to stretch, I am on Malsheem a lot. When I was more feeble the place felt tight, now its worse. Having my own space to train more efficiently is beneficial for development. Stands to reason, I need people to run this thing and get it working for that to happen."

Not before long with the conversation between the two, they would reach the hanger she had mentioned. Near the lip of the hanger on the far end was the Shadow. Off to the right was couches and a rough set up of a living space. Hung up was datapads tied to a string as if they where lifeday lights. She turned to see if Carnifex would be able to get the lights working before resorting to the other option.

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"Lord Xyrah enjoys a new project, I have no doubt he will readily accept your request."

The unveiling of the hangar was quite the spectacle, a far cry from the regulatory standards employed by the Kainate military. Were these conditions replicated on any of the numerous warships of the Shadow Fleet, then the commanding officer would've been whipped and branded as punishment. Fortunately, Teresa's ship was her own property, and she could indulge in whatever squalor she desired without reprisal. Carnifex, however, found it to be quite... Ill-fitting for an apprentice of His.

He stretched out a hand, reaching out through the Force to feel the room around Him. After a moment, He slowly twisted His hand and the various electronics built into the walls and floors began to spark back to life. Several rows of lights flipped on one after the other, but there were gaps where either the lights were broken or the wiring connecting them had degraded. Still, it was far better than the gloom and shadow that had pervaded before.

"There, much better." He looked to Teresa. "Lord Xyrah will remedy any deficiencies in your vessel, whenever he gets a chance to look at it. He's quite busy these days, consorting with malcontents within the Order. I tolerate it only because it gives me eyes and ears within their inner circles."


 
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As the lights came on it became easier to see more details around the room. A wall etched with marks, there was a few that was old but the amount of fresh was much more. Where the set up was in the corner, there various trophies of the past could be seen, some of which could be valuable. Though there was certainly a vast collection of weapons ranging from many kinds. Given who she was, it did not strike as odd having strange collections. Like the bridge, the room was surprisingly clean compared to the rest.

The woman listened to Carnifex, even giggled at the end with an amused look. "See that sounds like true torture, to me at least. It sounds boring, I crave exciting. Like you, your exciting. Something fun always happens when you are around, also... the pressure you give off, the closer I am, feels more comfortable." Her voice fell quieter towards the end still she looked over to meet the man's gaze. "Being around you feels as if a weighted blanket was ready to embrace me violently yet so warmly. I wa─." She stopped herself finishing those words her mouth still open as eyes widened a little with realization.

Teresa's wings folded around her body while lightly patting her cheeks realising the rewording felt more embarrassing. Even her hands and wings that only covered the lower half could not hide the rosy shade taking over such delicate white face. Teresa turned around while calling Kaine a dummy several times over in her head then silence. Both arms dropped down by her side as the woman took three steps back purposely bumping into Carnifex.

Her head shifted forward along with long strands of black hair. Slowly, shyly, she'd turn around, not even her wings lowered till resting at the center of man's chest. With hesitation both hands reached softly, grasping onto the Epicanthix waist. "Kaine." Teresa's face rubbed against the cloth moving her head to the side with a furrowed brow struggling to find the words. "I want more, and what's in my head feels wrong in words but..."

Her eyes shifted up a little looking through black strands over her face. "I'd ll-like to be more than a student, I wanna to be... yours. Not as something you own, but something you could be equally possessive of. Something like that." However rough the words so awkwardly said they were honest.


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Few could manage to get away with calling the Dark Lord by His first name aloud, but it just so happened that Teresa Pelles was one of them. Still, His eyes narrowed as His head suddenly swiveled to stare right at her the moment His name left her lips. There was a bit of danger in His posture, the subtle implication of threat. But, this threat did not manifest itself just yet, rather in stayed curled up within Him; coiled in preparation for the strike.

She grabbed at Him, and though His every instinct raged at Him to back away; to put distance between them, He did not. Rather, He stood perfectly still, an electrical charge dancing up His spine as He glanced down at Teresa. Her face was buried in the fabric of His tunic, her breath hot and ragged against the skin beneath. She looked up at Him, her eyes filled with a cavalcade of emotion; desire, affection, uncertainty, fear, and confusion. Her words came clumsily, difficult to articulate, but the Dark Lord understood them well enough.

"It is a dangerous thing you ask, Teresa, for once you cross that threshold there can be no turning back. Not even death will rid you of me." His hand reached up, curling around the back of Teresa's neck and squeezing down. It was simultaneously threatening and reassuring, the manifestation of the Dark Lord's possessive nature. She would be firmly within His grasp, unable to escape, but He doubted that she would ever seek such freedom ever again.

Not with the look etched clearly across her face.

"Mine for eternity," He cooed, His voice velvety smooth as His eyes burrowed into hers.


 
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The feeling of his hand across the back of her neck made her breaths stagger and sent a euphoric tingling sensation rush down. It made her eyes reached for his as those next words left Carnifex lips. How they were spoken, it made Teresa feel as if she was melting, her face was completely flushed under his gaze. It was hard to ignore the rhythmic pounding against her chest. "Always." She spoke softly, quietly at a whisper.

Her right hand lifted upwards, across his garb and resting on his shoulder. Moving felt hard under the pressure and even made hairs stand on end, yet she reveled in it all the same. "Kaine, I don't ever want rid of you. So trust me when I say, I want to cross that threshold and more." Entranced in the moment both wings push around the Dark Lord in an embrace.

"Emotions are so complicated so difficult to understand, it feels strange wanting your affections, wanting to be... held, to feel completely lost against you. I have no secrets you do not already know. I don't feel like I belong anywhere except by your side." Even this close it was not hard to realise her eyes occasionally flicked to Kaines lips. "Are you disappointed in me?"



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"Disappointed? No. Nothing like that."

Heat began to emanate out from where the Dark Lord held her neck, racing down her spine and radiating out through her entire body. It was intense, almost as intense as the Genesis Pool that bestowed upon her the form she now wore. But, rather than a shifting of flesh and bone, parts of her skin began to blacken into the form of icons and symbols. The Dark Lord was blessing her, baptizing her with His own scalding flame. Imagines devoted to His image and His name began to appear across her body, marking her as His own for all time.

But, as quickly as they appeared on her skin, they vanished as the heat receded. They would appear again under certain conditions, but to the eyes of all else they were invisible. His hand released it's tight hold on her neck, the skin bruised where His fingers had dug hard against it. Overall, a sensation of vibrant euphoria would be left, the tantalizing sensation of the Dark Lord's power slowly ebbing away. It was powerful, and it was addicting, and she would be left wanting more.

"I bless you, Teresa Pelles. You are henceforth sanctified in flesh and in spirit. Know mine radiance, and see the light of the universe dim to the darkness of mine presence."


 
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"Good, I'm glaa─" That heat indeed built running and rushing, spreading to the very tips. Her eyes fluttered closed, mouth gaping wide as a slow building deep breath was taken. That heat turned to a seering stinging pain eliciting a soft whimper amongst quickening short breaths. Beads of sweat appeared along a furrowed brow that made her expression look innocent and lustful. As black marks appeared across skin pale like a clean canvas, Teresa's body slumped more against Carnifex holding tight.

Even as that heat receded it felt as if it was lingering, the feeling was maddening to her, intense as the hells. The weight of her wings became heavy drooping closer to the floor spreading feathers outwards around them. When Carnifex's hand lifted away, the woman's eyes opened slightly looking longingly at the man.

Teresa did not know what those words meant except they seemed important, made her feel important and finally wanted by Him, like she had wanted Him. There was no thought to her movements as the hand that rested on the man's shoulder reached so her fingers could brush through the coarse facial hair along His jawline. Her ears drew to the near velcro sound till her fingers stopped just past Kaine's ear. "I've wanted this for so long." She whispered slowly and with a smile.

Pushing up onto the balls of her feet, her body brushed against His trying to close the gap between their faces. "It feels good to be yours." Her mind could not stop swirling with what seemed like a deep intoxication.

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She was so blinded by passion, He could see that. If He had the mind to, He could have crushed her right then and then; left her broken upon the floor. How easily it would have been done, to wrap His hand back around her neck and twist it sharply. To lift her up and slam her back down, to shatter bone and rupture organ, to splatter her so thoroughly that she would not have been recognizable. She left herself utterly to the mercy of the Butcher King, the Black Iron Tyrant, Scourge of a Hundred Worlds. She invested so much trust in He, a murderer whose hands were so stained with blood that not even a thousand years of penance could wash them clean.

But, He did not break her, He did not throw her to the floor. Not one of any of those violent possibilities took place, nor did they truly ever cross His mind. He'd decided what He'd wanted to do with Teresa long ago, and now she was finally so thoroughly entangled around His finger that she could not imagine an existence otherwise. She was His, utterly and without a shred of doubt. She would do whatever He asked, perform any atrocity so long as it came from His lips. No amount of service could ever diminish the thoughts that ran wild and chaotic through her mind, she would never turn away from Him; never forsake His presence, and never break her vow.

Deftly, the Dark Lord pulled her up. With hands that could crush the life from her, He bore her aloft until she was face-to-face with Him. Their eyes met, electricity sparking through that intimate connection, and their lips embraced. It was what she had wanted, He could feel the raw passion radiating out from her as though He were standing unprotected before an unshielded reactor core. Not only that, her entire body was alight as though set aflame. She burned in His hands, burned so hot that she might scorch the flesh from His fingers, although she did not.

He broke the embrace, her devotion now sealed.

"Mine for eternity," He repeated, "Forever at my side."


 
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A quick rush shot through her as large hands cupped flesh and fabric. Being lifted, her legs wrapped around Kaine's waist in the singlar motion. Their faces had never been this close, never so close she could stare at the intricate patterns within his eyes, eyes so similar and so vastly different. As their lips came closer together she brushed her hand further behind His head, fingers entwined with thick black hair. How soft it was, she thought, remembering the same feeling when she tied it up.

It was hard not to notice how her body felt like it was melting in His hands. A heat that exploded over and over with her eyes shut tight, their lips locked. It was hard not to move her hips with each kiss, her legs squeezing and loosening each time around His waist. Teresa’s mind drew silent for the first time in a long time, her body lost to the mostions, the woman was finding bliss in the intimacy. A simple train of thought ran through her mind, she chose Him, a being who would be no chain or stop her path, but certainly one who would push her forward.

There was a little hum that slipped while enjoying the kiss just as their lips separated, though those words He spoke resonated with Teresa. “I will gladly be by your side, even when time itself ceases to exist.” She cooed as her eyes creeped open and arms finally fell to rest around His shoulders. She kissed the side of His cheek lingering for a moment and kissed again. Her back straightened up so she could look down on Carnifex for a moment.

“Kaine, my love.” Feeling out the word from her lips, it strangely felt right to her. “I think I can focus again, and thank you.” Her hand pulled back to caress Carnifex’s jaw once again. “By the way, how should I refer to you as? Partner, lover, I'm sure there are other ones.”

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