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[Ignatius]

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Underground Arena

Sliding across the ground, I could feel the bits of metal, and the friction from the metal burning against my thigh. Swinging to my right with the vibroblade to cut through a droid's legs. Letting it topple to the ground. Kneeling down next to the crumbled droid, I slammed the pommel of the blade into the droid's head with enough force to dent in the smooth dome. The drowning sound of the mechanical being shut down.

Standing up, I had bruises and cuts over my body from the fight I just had. Two droids armed with blasters, and swords came at me. Breathing into my small frame as the crowd was going wild at the fight I had. I shook my head. There was no joy in this. They kept giving me droids to fight. Likely because my first fight was against a Duros who thought he could take a little girl on.

It ended up with me torturing him in front of hundreds of people. Laughing as I ripped the skin from his body. Letting him scream as I would slowly insert the flesh into my mouth. Chewing on it when the guards came over and pulled me off of him. I let them as they were astounded with my actions. Now as I stood there. Angry at the people who watched me fight droid after droid. Creature after creature. No people who could scream. No near human or humanoid creature I could cause pain to. My left hand clenched up and the droid behind me crumpled up even more. Imploding on itself as the metal kept shrinking down to the size of a play ball. Flicking my wrist out towards the crowd, the ball of metal flew into them.

Crushing a few people as the guards came out with weapons. The crowd still roaring for more. I thirsted for blood. I hungered for flesh. I yearned for pain.

Walking towards the entrance of the arena, I walked off. A man coming over to the caged in walkway with a microphone started buzzing with questions. Asking me over and over.

"Why does the demon throw droids into the crowd? Huh? What make the little Maelibus so angry?"

Reaching through the bars, I grabbed the man's clothes. Gripping the collar with his wide eyes as I answered.

"I am hungry for flesh. I get droids instead."

Yanking the man towards the bars, his face slammed into the cage. Nose erupting in a shower of blood as his scream filled my ears.

"I want to hear screams."

 

[Ignatius]

Walking away from the man as his yells and screams of pain were met with the guards holding blasters out at my face. The crowd roared as I had smashed his face in. I was rather small. My frame was undersized. However, I made up for that. Even the guards here couldn't hold me back. Walking past the men. I made my way to the cell I was being kept in for the duration of the next fight. Looking out towards the holo of the fight. It was some girl clothed in a dark uniform. Her face hidden. However, her raven black hair made me think of my sister. The sister who I had loved. The sister who had betrayed me. The sister who I wanted to save. Even if she was just trying to survive.

I closed my eyes as I looked down at the vibroblade. Curved and useful to me. It was once the weapon of my friend. The one who helped me when nobody else would. As soon as the fight had ended, the girl raised her hand. She seemed to be well versed with her own vibroblade much like mine. In fact, she was the same height as myself. However, she was going by the name of Hātsuresu. In essence, "Heartless" While I was going by the name of Maelbius. Or the Demon among the Galaxy. Why was this girl going by the name?

I was then called out into the field. The announcer booming over the speaker.

"Let us call out our two female Demons! The two girls have been ripping at one opponent after the next. Slaughtering all in their path. Lets see who should win for the final fight of the Night! The Maelbius, and Heartless fight off against one another!"

I shook my head as I sheathed my vibroblade. Walking out through the hall. I could see the guards watching me. I bowed my head to my chest as I walked through the doors. Calm and collected. Ready to fight and kill this "Heartless girl."

Looking up, She came out at the same time. I could barely see the girl's chin under the cloak she wore. Her smile breaking out from underneath. Reaching up, she removed her hood. The black raven hair falling from her head covered her face as the cloak came completely off. Drawing her own vibroblade, I watched as she lifted her head. Her voice ringing out. I knew her voice. Even before I saw her face I took a step back. Knowing who she was killed me.

"Tell me sister. Do you want me to end your life quickly?"

The Heartless girl before me was no combatant. She wasn't some random stranger for me to kill. She was my sister. The one person I loved more than anything. Standing before me. Ready to end my life.

"Hatori?"

Charging forth to me, She swung her sword to end my life.

 

[Ignatius]

Hastily I drew up my vibroblade. Blocking the weapon as my sister chuckled. Sending a roundhouse kick to my stomach. Sending me backwards. I gripped my stomach with my vision returning to Hatori. Her grin was twisted. Eyes deep black. I just stood there. Trying to gather my thoughts for a moment as my sister rushed me once more. The blades clashing into one another. Sending me backwards.

I was going to die if I continued to do this. I couldn't die again. Not after coming so far. I couldn't give up. I had to save my sister. I killed everyone in my path. I enjoyed it, but it was all for a purpose. I had a reasoning. I had feared it in my past. I had dreaded meeting my sister again. Seeing her as this monster, I just couldn't let her be the monster she became. She is turning into the very thing that we vowed to fight against as children. A killer with no reason. No responsibility.

I had realized in that moment, the monster I was becoming as well. The killing was good to my senses. I enjoyed killing those who stood in my way. I loved causing pain to those who stood between me and my goal. Now, it was time for me to kill the girl who sent me down this path.

"Come big sis. Let's play!" "Hahahahaha!"

Slashing out at me another time, I brought my blade up. Deflecting it to the side. Standing my ground. Hatori suddenly went wide eyed. Flicking my wrist, I sent a flurry of blows towards her. Taking multiple steps towards her, she backed up as we exchanged slash for slash. Blow for blow. Eventually coming to a stance in which we were both even.

"Don't make me do this. Please."
"Do what sis? You are the one who left me!"
"You turned me in!"
"You left me alone! You abandoned me!"

She gave a very powerful strike towards my shoulder. Ducking and sliding my head to the right, I avoided the strike. However the vibroblade caught strands of my black hair. As she missed, I threw a force push her direction. Sending her sliding back a few meters to stop.

"I am sorry I love you so much."
"What love?! If you loved me you would let me kill you!"
"Because I love you. I love you the most I want to kill you swiftly as possible. I can't let you become the Monster I am."

With a resounding boom, I closed the distance between the two of us.

Aiming to kill my kin, my sister, my only family.

 

[Kruel Zing]

Walking through the streets of Coruscant, Kruel wore a thick cloak that shrouded his appearance though even with it he stood out among the denizens of the Coruscant Underworld. This had once been a world held by those foolish One Sith before their ultimate destruction at the hands of the Galactic Alliance. Now another Sith walked upon it. Kruel remembered the Great Sith War, so many focused on the core world of Coruscant that they often forgot there were others. While Coruscant had once served as the home of the jedi the Sith would’ve given anything to bring the world under their mighty grasp. The planet had been ruled by the Sith plenty of times as well but the return of the jedi always seemed to be fate. Just like the endless battle the Sith and Jedi waged against one another. These musing weren’t what brought Kruel to the planet. No there was something more valuable on this world than some abhorrent jedi. There was a potential Sith on the world.
Having taken up a position in the outer rim since being summoned from the Lehon by Cyril Grayson, Kruel had kept his ears to the holonet and underground networks searching out potential recruits to bring into the fold. While there was some fledgling Sith Order out there they were nothing but cowards. They hid in the shadows yet claimed to be powerful, divvied up planets and territory that was not their own and did so without the power to stop anyone from taking it. Kruel planned on eventually showing them the true strength of a Sith. But first they needed to continue expanding and snatching up potentials before the false Sith could sink their claws into them.

There had been reports coming from an established contact that there was a woman on Coruscant dominating the underground fighting scene. The things she accomplished seemed impossible for an ordinary individual to achieve. That she had skill to match a Jedi. That was enough to bring Kruel to the underworld. Looking up he saw the address he’d been given. The door led down to what looked like a basement type area and even from above ground Kruel could hear the shouts of excitement and bloodlust that leaked from below. “Hey bud you can’t go down there without paying a fee!” It was a Overly muscled Twi’lek that had dared say this to Kruel. The cowl of his robe slowly rotated to lay his eyes on the twi’lek. The next second the man screamed out as his left arm from the elbow down exploded quickly followed by his skull being crushed. Blood splattered across the wall and door leading to the basement yet not a drop landed upon Kruel.

“Keep the change.” Entering the underground Kruel had a birds eye view of the arena below and the dark haired girl who was facing her most recent opponent. Arms crossing Kruel stood watching a smile upon his face as he fed upon the entire arena and the past sorrow of those who had suffered agonizing fates in the ring.

[member="Akuma"]

 

[Ignatius]

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My speed was incredible. I had never felt so alive, yet so dead inside. I could feel my body ripple with strength as I swung my sword. The blade lashing out to my sisters blade. Disarming her. And in that instant, she used a force push. Sending me backwards, in her hand snapped to life a crimson bar of plasma. A lightsaber. One that I could not defend against without one of my own. I didn't want to do this. I hated it. Sliding the sword into its sheath at my side, I grabbed my own hilt.

Brandishing to life the violet lightsaber blade. The deep black core darker as it was attuned to my mind. The cracking of the blade as though it were unstable. I took my stance. Holding the lightsaber blade up at my head level. My left hand out with the open palm facing up. My sister took the same stance. Only her off hand was enclosed in a fist. She was aggressive. I could tell. She would try to dominate the field alone. She would die alone. There was no honor in killing. Even greatly so when it was your own kin. Her death will be swift.

"I can't believe it ladies and gents! The two daugthers of death have drawn lightsabers! We are graced with seeing a fight between two force users my humble crowd. Let's watch as the two fight each other with their blades of pure hatred!"

I could feel the hatred from my sister. I could feel her anger. Yet, I wasn't angry. I didn't pity her. I blamed myself for the way she turned out. She became this because of my actions. I had to right this wrong. I wanted to fix her, but she was not turning back. The only way was to end her life. Standing there, I could feel the left side of my cheek becoming wet with a tear. A tear of sorrow.

Breathing in, I could hear my sister's heavy, grotesque breathing. I stood there calmly. Not giving in. Her voice ringing out.

"I should have killed you instead of letting you leave. I should have ended you. You are a monster for leaving me. For that, you must pay for my pain."
"I already have."
"No you haven't! You know nothing of what I have gone through!"
"Then end it."
"I WILL KILL YOU!"

Rushing forward with impressive speed, She lashed out at me. Her saber aiming to cut my body in twain. My own saber moved of its own mind. Lashing out to slap the crimson bar away. With a fast punch out to my sister's face, she reeled back. Rubbing her jaw as a blood trail clambered down her cheek.

"I will end you sister. I will right your wrongs."

Once more rushing forward, We exchanged blows back and forth. Attacking one another without any concept of backing down. Our sabers clashing. Pushing her with the force. She flew backwards. Slamming into the high wall. Cracking it with the force. Her growl echoed as she raced towards me. Bringing to bear a massive force push. Sending me sprawling into the crowd. Landing in the bleachers with a massive crash. My body hurt. I felt so much pain. I couldn't feel my left arm. Tingling as though blood was rushing to my appendage. As though it were "waking up." I simply let a tear fall from my cheek as I walked from the bleachers. My sister thrusting herself at me.

She got so close to hitting me, only as I sent an enhanced kick to her stomach, I sent her flying into the side of the bleachers. Tumbling over people trying to flee in terror as we were now loose upon the world. Standing up, I could see her broken arm. With a yelp, she "fixed" her arm by pushing the bone back into place, and I watched as the arm healed itself back together.

"We can fix this together. We can be sisters again. I am sorry."
"NO! YOU BETRAYED ME!"
"I'm sorry."

Leaping towards her, she did the same. Clashing, our bodies hit one another. Tumbling to the ground. She had gained the upperhand, and landed on top of me. My breath leaving my chest as I fell, She sent an elbow into my face. Her open hand grabbed my saber arm, and I hers. Wrestling to try and gain the top.

Flipping her over to our sides, I moved on top. Trying to push my legs onto her arms, she had gotten her legs between us first. Kicking me. Enhanced with the force once more she sent me flying into the air. I almost hit the ceiling. I could have touched it if I wanted to. My face was stricken with tears and blood. I hated doing this, but I had to. My body vibrated. I could feel the force flowing through me. My face left its stoic nature. A growl as wanted to be on top of my sister. My saber through her heart. Stopping her from becoming worse.

In that moment, I could feel my body break. I felt as though my mind was still there, but my body had moved. A loud boom shook the stadium as I was on top of her. My purple and black saber through her heart. Her chest burning with her eyes wide open with complete shock. Her body slowly relaxing from the tension as my open hand reached down. Brushing her hair from her face. I couldn't hold it any more. My face breaking into tears. My heart was gone.

"I am so sorry for wronging you. I am sorry for hurting you. I am... I left you. Now you are leaving me."

My sister coughing up blood from her mouth, I turned off the lightsaber. Her's was still active. Her face was now smiling. Understanding that she had lost. Understanding that I made my choice. Slowly she raised her hand to the sky. Trying to reach for me. Only to fall short. Lowering my head to my chest. I could feel her pain leave. I could feel her heart stop. Her life was gone. She had left me for the final time. I couldn't take it anymore. I hated myself.

"NOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

I yelled out. My voice bellowing around. The stadium walls crashing down as I screamed for what felt like an eternity.

[member="Kruel Zing"],

 

[Kruel Zing]

The fight continued on, words were shouted back and forth there was a mixture of regret, hate, pain. It filled the air it would’ve possibly choked an individual if manifested. The crowd fed off this, it did nothing but amp them up as some rose from the bleachers pumping their fists into the air calling for blood. They wished for the two to kill each other, they cared for nothing more than sating their own twisted pleasure. Usually Kruel would have no qualms about enjoying a good fight or bloodshed but this was different. The ones in the crowd were weak thinking their credits gave them a right to enjoy such things. If one is not strong enough to partake they should not take joy from it. These people at the end of the night would return back to their homes where they’d sleep then when the next day came return back to their mundane lives. Snorting with disapproval Kruel turned his eyes back to the spectacle happening down below. One day he would ensure that such individuals learned the truth of where they stood. They were the weak meant to be lorded over by the ones they so enjoyed watching fight.

So, transfixed in his own musings Kruel hadn’t even noticed that the two combatants had both drawn lightsabers and their displays of the force were both astonishing for their age. Did they have any form of formal training or was this just their raw force ability showing itself. Either way both were displaying traits that would make either of them a worthy apprentice. While Kruel had many apprentices and he told them they could one day be his equal it was a lie to many. Only two had shown themselves so far to have the ability to one day surpass Kruel. One was his most recent capture, an Anzat and the other battled down below in the arena. Now it did not matter who won, Kruel would be the true victor.

With the duel entering the stands those who had once been enjoying the battle from their relatively safe point had begun to flee their fear pouring off in palatable waves. With a smirk Kruel stepped aside letting many flee out and into the streets but he stayed to watch the battle. He needed to see the end, to see who came out on top. It was better than going back to his ship and watching reruns of Judge Judine. One second the duel had reached its peak and the next it was over as the violet saber was plunged through the chest of one of the combatants. The battle was over, the waves of pain plateaued with Akuma screaming out for her sister. The girl was drowning in agony and pain; it was up to Kruel to lessen it.

The force had begun displaying itself with Akuma’s scream manifesting with enough strength to begin destroying the arena. Her raw force power was astonishing making Kruel’s skin come alive and a chill descend down his spine. “You have lost but a sister my child, I have lost an entire world. Family, friends, everything I knew gone in the blink of an eye. While I cannot bring my people back I can show you a way for you and your sister to be together once again.”

[member="Akuma"]

 

[Ignatius]

The crumbling of the arena around me came to a surprise. However, it quickly left as I heard a voice. I was so enthralled in the fight, I hadn't felt the beings powerful presence. HIs signature was one old and dark. One that wasn't fading old, but filled with a knowledge of pain and suffering. Rising to levels much like my own. Having killed my sister just now, I was forced by her. This being, this man stood before me. His words were truth. His people died. Planets worth of people. He knew suffering, and he knew the loss of those millions, or even trillions of lives. His voice wasn't filled with pity. HIs voice wasn't filled with anger. More so understanding. And he wanted to show me how to bring back my sister.

I wanted my sister. I wanted to hold her in my arms. Alive and breathing for us to be anywhere but here. I wanted to move on from our past. I loved her, but I couldn't bring myself to want her around me. She didn't deserve to have a sister who was so twisted in the dark side. I knew what I wanted to do. I knew what I had to do. I needed to be strong enough to enter the Netherworld once more. To combat the devils and demons to find those I cared for and bring them back. Even if that meant sacrificing myself.

Looking up at him. Holding tightly to my sister's body, I stood up. Holding her in my arms. Her and my lightsabers attaching themselves to my belt through the force. Nodding my head to the man who stood well over my own height.

"Lead, and I shall follow."

Bowing my head, I continued to speak after a pause in my words. Keeping my head low out of respect for a being this powerful. Raw yet controlled energy within him.

"I ask to have a day of mourning. Bury my past to move forward with you."

Raising my head, tears slowly starting to dry on my face, I could feel my heart beating rapidly. Even faster than when I was fighting my loved.

[member="Kruel Zing"],

 

[Kruel Zing]

The image of seeing the young girl holding her sister was one Kruel had seen many times in his life. He knew it better than any, he had been forced to kill the closest thing he had to a father after his fall to the Sith. Kruel’s master had raised the young Dashade up till his fall, teaching the boy, training not only body but mind. While attachments weren’t the commonplace among the jedi it was a specialbond between the two. Master Yamin’s death had taken a heavy toll on Kruel, just thinking of how he had cried over the deceased Bith’s body caused a slight pang in his chest. Emotions he hadn’t felt in eons were once again rising.

Bringing himself back to focus on the young woman before him Kruel shoved the emotions back down into the abyss that Kruel usually stored them all. To use consume essence one had to learn to control and let the emotions flow through oneself without giving in to them. For her to give in so easily and throw her lot in with the Dashade was quite a shock at first but then Kruel knew he would’ve given anything to have his master or his homeworld back. “You can grieve as long as you wish my child but let me warn you it never gets easier. You can put her in the ground today but the pain in your heart will always remain. The times you had together will always be fresh in your mind and the guilt will always bring a pang to your heart. Funerals are for the weak to say goodbye thinking they can break the bond they had with the deceased. They think breaking the connection will make them stronger, however its using and accepting those emotions that give us strength. However, you cannot bury your sister in such a condition.”

Kneeling down Kruel held a hand over the deceased girl, while he was no master of healing and had little knowledge of its arts he was well versed in telekinesis. Closing his eyes Kruel shrunk his presence in the force and his focus till he could practically manipulate molecules minorly. It took great focus but after a few seconds the hole that had been in Noah’s chest began to knit back together the hole now covered with a fresh layer of flesh. Of course, not even Kruel could bring her back from the dead through telekinesis. There were many ways to bring one back but the girl before him was not yet ready for those secrets. “Now tell me, what is your name my child?”

[member="Akuma"]

 

[Ignatius]

The large being walked towards me. I could see the pain in his face for just a moment. It was gone as soon as it was there. I could feel his understanding. Yet his want of power from his pain. Turning such pain into his greatest strength. His voice, and words only echoed this perfectly. His strength came from pain he has felt in the past. The transgressions against him. I accepted him as my master. I didn't care who it was. If they could teach me to find my sister, I would accept. I wanted her back. Nothing would stop me.

His hand resting over Hatori's chest, I watched as the wound healed. The saber hole no longer there. Bowing my head to his wisdom, and allowance to my mourning, He stated that funerals were for the weak. A way to try and break ties. When it was not needed, nor necessary. I knew that. I never went to funerals. I never wanted to go, and never had a need. Now I must. However, mine would be different. Not to break ties from my beloved kin, but to strengthen my resolve.

"I am Akuma Shisu. Daughter of None. Former Sith Assassin among the One Sith before their fall."

My face devoid of emotion. Looking to my sister's face. Closed eye's and peaceful expression, I knew that she would want me to move on. We both became stronger from our pains. thus this pain I felt would only bring me closer to my goal.

"And yours my lord?"

[member="Kruel Zing"],

 

[Kruel Zing]

“Aw a Sith acolyte, now your skills in battle appear to make sense. Of course, the teachings of the One Sith were incredibly flawed and we will have to reeducate you on the true uses and power of the Darkside. What you just saw me commit was an act many would call unnatural! The jedi fear such powers! They believe the dark cannot heal, but it is folly. Only through me will you learn abilities few others could even hope to lay claim to.” Kruel had trained and watched thousands of acolytes be trained, not to mention his advent studying as a youth granted him knowledge of many force abilities that not even most current Lords and Masters knew.

With her face now devoid of emotion Kruel nodded his head. “My name is Kruel Zing, Lord Ambroscus your new master. Now turn to me my child and lower your head so I can mark you as my personal hand. This position is only given to two of the most promising of my pupils and you shall be marked with it. It will denote you as serving me and allow us to sense each other from across the entirety of the galaxy. Come join me in shaking the foundations of the galaxy at large. Together we will leave a great mark upon this galaxy that will never be forgotten for centuries, even millennia.”

His right hand raising Kruel summoned from within himself a small amount of darkside energy and within his hands a ball of violet lightning formed crackling, zipping to and fro between his large finger tips as he flexed them. Of course, this was not meant to shock the acolyte into submission but force lightning often gave others a sense of fear. Depending on how Akuma reacted to it would speak magnitudes more than words could express.

[member="Akuma"]

 

[Ignatius]

The being before me commented upon my skills of an assassin being flawed. On the contrary. I was not directly influenced by the One Sith. I had worked for them. I had killed in the name of their banner, but I was never a student. I would not correct my new mentor at this time. For he continued to speak. Showing me that the darkside can heal. However, I knew that the consequences of such healing would require something in return. Every power I used, every skill I gained was time sacrificed when I could have been doing something else. As such, everything requires a sacrifice. Even so, I nodded my head.

Kruel Zig. A name that was strange, yet fitting. A sith by the name derived from the word of Cruel. Possibly it was true, but I would not assume as such till proven. Either way, he confessed his actions. Reaching forward his hand with lightning arcing between his fingers. He would be marking me. Making me his hand. Which hand I would be? I had no clue. However, I will do everything within my power to prove that I could be his right hand. Not open to others, but closed into a fist. Tight and unrelenting in my work for my Master.

With my sister's body still in my arms, I leaned down. Gently laying her. Brushing her hair out of her face as I stood back up. Looking at the man, down his arm, and to his hand. I took my steps towards him. Bowing my head, and speaking simple words.

"I accept any responsibilities as your hand. My actions will be of you will."

Holding my blade within my hands, I brought it before him. Letting the tip stand in the ground. I held the blade with both hands.

"I am your hand, by extension, your sword."

[member="Kruel Zing"],

 

[Kruel Zing]

“Yes, my child, you shall be my hand and through extension my sword. You will strike out at those who dare oppose us.” Bringing his hand down Kruel released the lightning in a barrage. If it had struck the padawan it very well may have incinerated her instead the lightning opened up accepting her and instead of striking encircled her body mere centimeters from the skin. Such rituals had been commonplace amongst the Sith of old and even present to mark their followers. Channeling the force from himself and into Akuma, Kruel let her taste his power. The power of a true Sith Lord. The power that she could one day lay claim to.

Upon Akuma’s neck there would be an intense itching sensation followed by a burn as Kruel’s crest appeared upon her neck. Only those of the dark would be able to see it and it would forever denote her as a servant of Kruel till the dashade met his end. The lightning would continue to crackle as the air around them hummed with power. “Now stand my Hand, kneeling is not meant for you. You shall never kneel to anyone ever again. They shall do so before you.” With that said Kruel took steps back looking at the ruins around them.

[SIZE=11pt]“Remember this place Akuma, this is where you were reborn as my Hand. This is where all the mistakes of your past life end and a new one begins.” Turning on his heels the Dashade began to leave the arena. “Spend what time you must grieving when you are finished we shall take the first steps in your training. We have much to go over and not much time to do so. Plans are in motion, plans that could possibly change the galactic climate for years to come.”[/SIZE]

[member="Akuma"]