Before The Dawn (Vornskr)

[Helios]

@[member="Darth Vornskr"]

Alarms blared within a lone Animus-class assault courier, bearing the Eldorai Sith Lord of Shadows, Helios. He jerked into awakening, a needle in each of his arms, reminding him to calm his motions. Drugs became apart of his life as he continued to battle his plaguing short-term memory loss. Despite the darkness of the inactive cockpit, it took no effort for Helios' golden eyes to lazily look over to the canister dispersing the medicine into his body. It glowed in it's own vicinity, emitting a purple glow as the contents inside slowly swirled and moved about. Provided by Ashin via the submission of an Alchemist within the Fringe, the concoction seemed to be working. The memory loss still loomed within the Eldorai's mind, but with less complication. He glanced at the only monitor alive on his dashboard, its text simply saying "Arrival at coordinates H-16 status: Ended"

Helios sat up in his seat to see the planet below. "Panatha..." He would meet a fellow member of the One Sith and Lords of the Fringe here today, Darth Vornskr. Vornskr, like many others may know of Helios but the Lord of Shadows has actually only talked to very few people within the last year. His arrival to the Fringe was covered in obscurity, and his anonymity continued to be extant as he moved to join the One Sith. His contacts outside of his official superiors were slim, yet he didn't turn away a meeting with Darth Vornskr. He was ruthless, cynical and unimaginably cruel- a few traits Helios found himself fond of in allies. A lot of Sith, with all the various factions and teachings, began to express values that deviated from the original Sith Code. The thought of it was sour to Helios. "Heresy." Helios quietly quipped as he powered up his ship and began to pull needles out of arms. "The Dark Lord will show them the errors of their ways." A small smile tugged at Helios' mouth as he flew his ship into Panatha's atmosphere.

The sun had yet to rise as Helios' Animus-class quietly soared towards Vornskr's castle. His eyes wondered the land as he neared his destination, however. He saw mountains, jungles, and rainforests; "A decent amount of shade." Helios thought to himself. His fascination with the dark seemed to be apart of everything he perceived, now. It manifested in his thoughts, were involved in the influence of his actions, and even his work. He clung to the shadows in dominions, invasions, and even personal missions. His argument of assassination vs front-lining was ever present also, nowadays even more hostile in voicing his opinions than he should be. Helios chose this particular time to come, simply for the lighting. Helios worried only momentarily that Vornskr might find the hours before dawn to be inconvenient, although they were.

Tall walls and pointed structures crested over what seemed to be the last of the mountains he'd pass to reach the castle. Its size alone earned widened eyes from Helios. He suddenly became anxious of his impending meeting. It'd been months since he'd uttered a syllable to another soul, whether to order or receive an one. His unhealthy isolation would be breached today however, hoping to meet on the equal ground of Vornskr, although publicly he'd accomplished much more than Helios on a faction-contributing scale. His small ship approached the dark castle with caution. Attempting to land inside would be foolish, so Helios slowly flew around the castle taking in the view as he did so. He found a landing area where he quickly touched down, ready to be rid of his craft. He disliked space as much as any sentient whom favored the solid touch of the ground over the death trap that was a floating space ship.

As the landing ramp descended, black boots stomped down the metal construction simultaneously, revealing a pale Eldorai dressed in his usual black garbs. His chin lifted as he breathed deeply, and stretched his arms and torso, welcoming the taint of the darkside into his being as his back straightened and he advanced to approach the threshold of the castle's entrance. Massive statues lining the walls, stared down at Helios, reminding him of the Valley of the Dark Lords, although they were much smaller in comparison to Vornskr's. Helios' walk didn't falter however, tinged with pride, nobility, and a straight back he found a man whom appeared to be guarding the gate. Helios approached slowly, watching as the man lifted his head to regard the Eldorai with a look laced with question. The Sith Lord spoke, expecting the man before him to show no further signs of confusion should he be aware of his boss' guest list. "I am Darth Helios. Your master is expecting me."

 

[Darth Carnifex]

A storm was brewing over the ocean, far in the distance lightning struck with impartial fury, such was it's nature. The landing pad was somewhat slick with sea water, as the waves around the shore of the castle grounds roared violently as the power from the distant storm grew. High above the spires and ramparts of the mighty castle flew the winged Vanr Guard, their eyes ever vigilant for threats from above. When Helios' ship came down from the skies, many of the Vanr moved to flank the ship and guide it down to the landing pad. The fact that they didn't immediately engage the ship proved that they held some knowledge of their master's visitor from the stars, and once the ship had landed they soared away back to their regulated posts around the castle perimeter. The guards on the ground consisted of Epicanthix and Graug warriors, some of them commanding small packs of leashed Vornskr's, who growled deeply at the Eldorai as he passed them, but they were trained well enough to remain sitting until their handler's commands spurred them into action.

The guard barring the entrance into the castle proper stood stoic and silent as the Sith Lord approached him, his eyes a pair of cybernetic augmentations that allowed him to see in multiple spectrums. He regarded the Sith Lord with a respectful bow, "The King has been expecting you, Lord Helios. He awaits you in the throne room, and I have been charged to escort you to his majesty." The guard spun on his heels and began to lead the Sith Lord deeper into the castle, the only sounds permeating the air at first being the sound of the guard's jackboots on the stone floor, alongside the gently tapping of his Force-Pike's butt on the ground as it moved up and down with each step. The Guard was dressed in a form-fitting leather uniform covered by a heavy robe, his features weathered by murderous training and torture at the hands of the King's despised servitors. Each one of Vornskr's castle guard had been tortured until their will was broken, and then reprogrammed into unwavering loyalists who would end their own lives at the drop of a hat.

The pair passed through several chambers and intersecting corridors which comprised the maze-like interior of Vain Hallow, before finally reaching the infernal throne room situated in the central hall of the entire castle. A large ante-chamber had been built before the throne, large enough for any sort of festivities that would need the King to bear witness to. Elegant tapestries of crimson cloth fluttered in intervals at each side of the room, decorated with a black grinning skull wearing a crown of burnished gold, the new sigil of the Zambrano Royal Family of Panatha. In lieu of electronic lights, there sat braziers burning with a hellish purple flame along the walls, casting the throne room into a perpetual gloom that served to add an aura of ominous intimidation to whomever came before the King, but such parlor tricks would not work on a Sith Lord such as Helios. Still, even the guard tensed up the moment they entered the room, but perhaps that was the intoxicating sense of decay wafting down from the incense burners high above. It was all very macabre.

At the end of the chamber was a series of elevated platforms, with a series of stairs leading directly to each one. The first platform was merely where those who came before the King would stand when he addressed them, while the second platform was the site of the King's black iron throne. A ghastly construct of black iron and steel, imposing in all of it's terrible glory, but that was not what made it so sinister. Rather, it was the person who sat upon it that was the most sinister addition of all. The Tyrant of the Pacanth, the King of Panatha, and the former Emperor of the Sith Empire, Kaine Zambrano, better known to many as Darth Vornskr. He was dressed in a suit of phrik armor, combined with delicate cloth underarmor, along with a cloak that hung over the left arm of the throne to touch the ground. A crown of alchemy-enhanced aurodium with a multitude of precious stones sat upon his head, a symbol of his divine authority across all of Panatha. He regarded his visitor with a friendly smirk, before calling out to him;

"Ah, Lord Helios. I am pleased that you came. I assume that you are famished from your long journey?"

At those words a series of servant woman carrying trays of food and drink came out from the darkness to serve Helios, should he wish it of course.

@[member="Helios Kingpriest"]

 

[Helios]

A slight nod followed the guard's bow before he spun and proceeded to escort Helios inside the castle. The guard's jackboots along with his weapon pierced what would have otherwise been a silent stroll. The Sith Lord glanced at the man's feet before doing so to his own. Helios' soft leather boots made little more sound than the slight slide of his feet against the smooth floor. His fondness of silence was paramount, but of course he wouldn't be driven into discomfort by the opposite.

Helios took in his surroundings as they made their way to Vornskr. The detail, thought, and overall effort put into the construction of this place impressed Helios, whom continued to appreciate the display as his head swiveled from left to right, studying everything around him. The royalty represented by this establishment reminded Helios all-too-much of the palaces of Kaeshana, although the Eldorai never constructed anything as dark as Vain Hallow. Helios, being among the first of his people to delve into the dark side, appreciated it however. The smell didn't bother him, the lighting was provided by way of flame, and it seemed the guards only spoke when spoken to. Respectful obedience. Helios wondered how long and tedious the process of training these guards must of been. The scars on his escort spoke of brutality rivaling that of the Sith, something Helios expected nothing less of from Darth Vornskr. Scars healed, and the bearer usually had stories to tell explaining them, but Helios doubted any of these servants wished to retell and thus relive their prior experiences.

The throne room did well to emulate what Helios had seen on the way there, masked with incense, banners, and violet lighting. The aura gave Helios the thought of mind that many individuals had been ordered their executions here or maybe even killed before the throne. The throne. Helios' golden eyes drifted up to the massive black iron throne, a construct that reminded the Eldorai of his Napoleon Complex, though Vornskr does that alone with his towering height. The Lord of Shadows narrowed his gaze at the Epicanthix upon the throne. Helios, one whom had the blood of royalty and nobility also, found it pleasing that his Sith brethren had reached such an enviable position. Should the need ever arise, Helios would help defend this place. It was too beautiful to be destroyed. Helios bowed respectfully before the King of Panatha. He would not disrespect Darth Vornskr by not doing so in front of his servants.

"Quite." Helios began, his voice raspy, robotic, and venomous; scoured with the dark side. "Fatigue is but a timely condition however, it shall pass." He said, a friendly smirk pulling at the right side of his mouth. Helios made use of the issued servants after he spoke, plucking a spice cake from the tray. He paused before taking a bite, and after deciding Vornskr had no reason to poison him, ate it.

[member="Darth Vornskr"]

 

[Darth Carnifex]

Vornskr chuckled, "I pray it passes soon, my friend. There is much to do on Panatha, and before you leave I make an oath to show you all my world has to offer." With that he gripped both sides of the throne's arms, and raised himself off of the seat to stand tall and proud. His cloak fluttered behind him as he descended the steps with meticulous grace and precision befit of a monarch such as he, and when he had reached the bottom he stood before Lord Helios with wicked mirth plain on his face. Vornskr stood just over nine inches above the Eldorai's head, but he kept himself at a respectable distance so he wouldn't have to crane his head so far down to make eye contact. Now that the Tyrant was closer, his features could be easily seen, but it might not be what the other Sith was fully expecting. There was some handsome features left in Vornskr's face, but most of it was battle-worn and aged, a face carved constantly by the violent life the Sith had led ever since he was a young man.

The hair that looked so full and black from afar was tainted with aging gray, giving it a more salt and pepper look than either color triumphing over the other. The beard that covered his lower jaw from the nose down was relatively the same as the man that cascaded down past his shoulders, but it still was more healthy looking than the hair atop his head. His skin was pale, with a corpse-like aspect to it, as if the man was more dead than alive in looks. His eyes were sunken, and the usually bright emerald was intermixed with the traditional sulfuric yellow of Dark Side corruption. Besides those key features, the most noticeable aspect of Vornskr's face was that the entire right side of his face looked like it had been burnt away to the bone, and in the gloom it was hard to tell if it actually had, but there was plenty of ruined tissue remaining. No doubt the rest of his body was as battleworn as his face, but the elegant tunic he wore hide any evidence of such.

"Come, a throne room is no place to talk with equals. We will talk on the veranda." With a subtle motioning, Vornskr beckoned his fellow Sith to follow him to a doorway to the direct right of the throne room. From that door he led Helios down a short hallway that led out to a large pavilion-esque balcony that overlooked the greater yards of the castle. The rain still continued to pelt the peninsula, but the two Sith were protected underneath the canopy of stone. A table was arranged just for the two of them, and as they approached a squad of servants arrived with them to tend to their every need. That was how nobility lived on Panatha, and it was similar in many aspects to how world's nobility live, nothing new there. Vornskr himself had a goblet of thick, purple wine brought to him, and from that he sipped slowly as he sat at the table. "Ah, much better, don't you agree? A lovely view of the castle grounds, and the calming rain to keep us company. Now then, let us get down to business."

[member="Darth Helios"]

 

[Helios]

Helios gave a slight nod in compliance to the notion of being showed the fruits of Panatha. Helios knew very little of the planet, and although it may not have been said in a literal meaning the Eldorai was sure he'd leave Panatha with a better grasp on things here. Helios' favorite hobby was gathering information. He loved to learn, even if most of the things he's witnessed and collected would never actually be needed in a typical situation. The Eldorai's djarik board of a mind constantly worked to absorb everything around him, even if his mind was plagued with memory loss and the nagging threat of completely losing all awareness. Such thoughts were distant at the moment however, quelled by the drugs distributed into his body during the trip to Panatha. He was studying Vornskr now, attempting to deduce minor things such as whether or not the commanding gestures in his dialogue was a result of his nobility, the Sith, or his own natural personality. An interesting sentient nonetheless, Helios clasped his hands behind his back as he followed Vornskr out of the throne room and out onto the veranda.

Warm, moist air waved over Helios as he walked outside with Vornskr. Total opposites, at least in appearance. Where the Epicanthix had towering height, Helios was of average height, though even to humans he could be considered slightly inferior in that particular aspect. Vornskr's dark abyss-like hair, was contrasted by Helios' long shoulder-length hair. Helios' hair was white, akin to his extremely pale skin, though it seemed to darken to gold towards the ends. It moved and swirled about his shoulders and chest as the intense winds of the storm manipulated it quite easily, but Helios didn't seem to mind. He enjoyed this weather, perhaps even favoring it over sunny days. They both had their advantages.

"Indeed, much better."

Helios' straight-backed walk shadowed Vornskr as they reached the table set before them. It'd been such a long time since Helios had been in the presence of anyone, let alone such sublimity. Kaeshana was but a memory at the moment, but such treatment prompted Helios to give the Kingpriest house a visit. If it were not for his banishment by the Star Queen and her intolerance of the Dark Side he would do so. Perhaps he would, go anyway. It can be quite challenging to stop what one cannot see. He'd learned a lot since the last time he was on Kaeshana, and his sense of complex loyalty and logical thinking could persuade those whom think themselves above simple words and agreements. Besides, the Star Queen that outlawed Helios died many, many years ago and it was time Helios returned to his people. He cursed her quietly to himself before remembering where he was. All these were irrelevant thoughts, he brought his attention back to the current instance. He was not here to ponder on a life that barely existed now in comparison to his current affiliations.

He ordered a goblet of simple juice from Vornskr's servant, cautious of mixing alchol with his high dosages of medication. "Ah, right, business." Helios said as he grabbed the cup from the returning servant, taking a gulp and setting it down on the table. "I can further elaborate on my next statement if you wish, but I am not of this time. In truth I should have died a very long time ago, but by the Dark I still live and am very much so unaware of today's galaxy." A sense of intense seriousness then began to radiate as Helios mouth straightened and his eyebrows lowered. Having only been apart of this timeline for a few years, Helios lived in seclusion up until he joined the Fringe and the One Sith, almost simultaneously. The Lord of Shadows sought to be active once more, manipulating the actions of those unable to fend off his influence and spark wars that would leave his enemies crippled. At the moment, the Sith had no conduit to push their influence as a whole. Instead they were spread out, some adopting idealism bordering that of heresy while others did nothing at all. This angered Helios and confused him at the same time. Their numbers were small and his enemies were in power. He was in need of contacts, allies...and targets. However, things were not like how they used to be. Factions were aplenty, and surely the Jedi were not the only force that opposed the will of the Dark Lord.

"Who are our enemies?" Helios said, his gaze hard and unwavering.

[member="Darth Vornskr"]

 

[Darth Carnifex]

Vornskr took another drink as he listened to Helios' question, contemplating the rather long list of powerful enemies arrayed before the One Sith at this moment. "Our enemies are many, Lord Helios. The Galactic Republic and the Protectorate are our primary foes, but there are others. The Mandalorians, the Fel Empire, the Confederacy... Not to mention the numerous heretical Sith sects scattered throughout the galaxy, those are the worst of all. Infidels come in many shapes and forms, but a heretic is despised above all. Those who deny the truth of the Dark Lord are heinous individuals, and even worse when they band together with their own short-sighted blasphemies. The 'Council of Sith' that recently sprung up in former Imperial space is the worst offender, their leader proclaiming himself the Dark Lord of the Sith." He spit out a glob of purple spit on the ground in disgust, to which a servant quickly moved to clean up without a word. It was obvious the very thought of these other Sith orders really ground his gears in an irritable fashion.

"Luckily we are not without allies either. I personally have secured a private alliance with the Black Sun Syndicate, and the cabal of Yuuzhan Vong called the Horde. The latter is bent on setting everything they see to the flame, so they could work to our benefit. The former has been long-standing allies of the Sith since we banded together as the Empire nearly twenty years ago, and they too have fallen on hard times. Yet it warms my icy heart to see them remember who their friends were in their time of need, so at least they can be respected in that regard." He drank again, almost done with this single goblet already. "But we are far from revealing ourselves, the other Voices know this to be true, but we are getting closer... In these last few months, our allies will be important pieces in our game."

[member="Darth Helios"]

 

[Helios]

Helios knew nothing of them, but he liked the Horde. His mind lulled lover the Fels and the Republic before frowning at the mentioning of the Mandalorians. Much had changed apparently. He would make no hasty moves. Patience was of the utmost importance in their resurfacing in the near future and Helios would do nothing to jeopardize the plans of the Dark Lord. His eyelids drooped in thought as he absorbed Vornskr's information. The Lord of Shadows had bribes to sow, politicians to influence, and leaders to assassinate. He'd been kindly pointed into a general direction, and now he simply needed to research the factions. He'd make use of this mental list during his departure from Panatha. It bested medical induced comas any day.

A breath, lighter than a sigh, yet weighted with the air of understanding crossed over pitch lips as golden eyes gazed out towards the lands of Panatha. Helios had arrived before dawn, and as the storm raged he could see the bloody hues of the planet's sun, piercing the twilight. Beyond the impending doom that would inevitably be associated with their enemies, the battlefield where they would strike down the heretics spread out across the galaxy the One Sith grew to despise so much is where Helios wished to be, and apparently Vornskr also. Patience was needed however. One must not force a meeting with abominations.

And he would come. If he was sure of anything, the allies of Helios did not allow the sin of timorousness to be their rulers, to be cowed by weakness and fear. Instead dawn would find them there, prepared, unwilling to bare witness the violent show of their power overthrown. But...not yet. Not Quite.

"The shade favors not the heresy of the rogues, and especially not those whom would stand to stall the conquest of our Dark Lord." He said before pausing to finish his cup. Satisfied, he sat it on a tray of the servant nearest to him and continued. "On a personal note for the faction however. I have yet to be bestowed a rank, although I have yet to ask. Is there a specific protocol?

[member="Darth Vornskr"]

 

[Darth Carnifex]

Vornskr finished his goblet after Helios asked his quenstion, sitting the cup down on the table for his servant to refill. "Yes, I see that you have not yet been blessed with our mark. The Dark Mark, a symbol of our Dark Lord and the vision we serve. It is a sacred ritual, one of paramount importance among the One Sith, and should you take the pledge to serve the One Sith till the end of days, then I will administer the ritual and giveth the Dark Mark onto you." The goblet had been refilled, and Vornskr took another drink. At the mere mention of the Mark, a small prickling sensation began on the back of his neck, right where the shoulders and neck met. That was where Vornskr's Dark Mark was, applied there by the Dark Lord of the One Sith himself on Prakith. He was found worthy to be a voice of the Dark Lord, a first among equals as the man who brought him into the One Sith called it, and Vornskr had taken his position with pride and zealotry.

Besides Vornskr, there were four other Voices to make a council of five Sith Lords overlooking the Galaxy in preparation for their dreaded return. Right now the pieces on the chess board were still being moved into position, but once everything was right where the Sith wanted them, then they would strike. "Another thing, the Dark Mark appears wherever you wish it once I begin the ritual. The Dark Side will heed your thoughts, and condense at that location on your skin with blinding agony. I hope you are ready."

[member="Darth Helios"]

 

[Helios]

The Dark Mark. Helios had heard of the ritual whilst his wandering among the shadows during his movement within the faction but had yet to actually pursue it's application. The mention of pain moved Helios to shift in his seat slightly, but not from discomfort; moreso from anticipation. Helios could not recall the last time he felt real, genuine pain. Usually it was he whom inflicted it on others. He couldn't remember the touch of it's particular sensation, to his skin, bones, anything. Needles injected into his body to provide him with medication was a process that'd been ongoing for years at this point, and he didn't even feel the prick the thin yet sharp extensions of metal pierce his skin any longer. His golden eyes flickered as Vornskr finished speaking. If Helios had been anyone except whom he was, he would have cringed at the thought, but the way his fellow Sith Lord described the process or in particular the type of pain it would be almost...enticed the aged Sith Lord.

"How soon can we begin." Helios said, forcing himself to hold back a sadistic smile.

[member="Darth Vornskr"]

 

[Darth Carnifex]

"Whenever you are ready, Lord Helios. The process will take a few minutes, but like I said it will be agony, although I suspect that pain doesn't bother you much anymore. Most Sith of our caliber have become immune to most forms of pain." He remembered back to the time on Prakith, when the Dark Lord gifted Vornskr with his own Dark Mark. It was shortly after Vornskr had been rescued from Republic custody on a prison ship en route to Coruscant from Dac, shortly after the Republic drove the Imperial forces out of the system and freed the oppressed Mon Calamari people. Worthless inferiors, they deserved to be put to the sword like all filthy aliens... But now he was getting off track in his train of thought, and that happened a lot recently. Anyways, the pain he had felt from the ritual was the worst he had felt in his entire life, but after it was done he felt invigorated with new purpose.

Now he only waited for Helios to give his consent to be subjugated to the ritual, and Vornskr would oblige.

[member="Darth Helios"]

 

[Helios]

What would it be, to have known peace of mind? To have recalled a time when life, when hardship and suffering were but words that carried on the wind but never reached even the deepest thought, nor tormented the most subtle of feelings. Would the silence, the serenity, always be born on the shoulders of men who had paid the heaviest price? Helios had expended much in his lifetime although his return was always infinitesimal and diminishing still. He could feel his sense of fulfillment with the One Sith. It was in this faction that he would find permanent purpose and ultimately, his peace of mind although it steadily decayed. It worried the Sith Lord, and he wished to be rid of his ailments. He needed to go deeper into the rabbit hole.


Pale hands pressed to a face of equal pallor, a dark frame, slashed with crimson silk sat across from the Emperor of Panatha contemplating on the darkness he'd wished he could curtain all of the Light in the universe with, practically pushing the darkness into an endless cycle of life without indifference of the Lightside and all of it's pawns. His breath was ragged, abrupt gasps as an onslaught of sensation pressed down upon him with it’s crippling weight, akin to legends whom bore the world on their backs during their crusades. What had they done, in their madness.. was it madness?


The air was stale here, the incessant drip of water upon stone was a pounding tattoo upon his sanity – What price was he truly willing to pay, what tithe was worth the suffering he now suffocated in and the pain that encased his very soul? Helios moved then, his fingers dragging over his pale flesh, along the sharp contours of his face and deep markings until he shifted, reaching down to retrieve his saberstaff from his belt, silent and mocking in the solitude of Kaine's home. It was as though the precious ore imbedded in the hilt itself ridiculed him – One side glittered, bathed in the blood of those who deserved to fall and yet the other.. the other for being but a reflection of it’s twin, to Helios' eyes was ruddy, awash in the blood of fools.. but fools he had loved. His own blood, his own kin - Would he truly forgive himself for slaying his family, so long ago?


A sigh, soul weary and low, escaped pitch lips as he stood – He was the catalyst. He was the harbinger of death for the Shadow World, and he could not rest, nor sleep – He, who perhaps would never know peace. His aureate gaze flicked upwards toward the circle of light that bled down through the layers of clouds, it's fluorescent incandescence spitting rain onto the cobbles of their surroundings as he spoke, his tone soft and smooth, words for himself and Kaine alone, a reassurance that even though he was wading through the blood of both words, it was in the end, for what was needed. Humanity had come full circle, and the Sith had slept too long prior to their emergence.

"Let us begin, Lord Vornskr..”

[member="Darth Vornskr"]

 

[Darth Carnifex]

"Very well."

Vornskr rose from his seat, his frame swelling with energy as he opened himself to the limitless conduit of the Force, letting the darkness flow through his body like a turbulent river. It was invigorating, to be surrounded by the abyss, embracing it like you would a lover. Perhaps, in truth, the Dark Side was the most loyal of all lovers. It would always be there at your side, willing to do whatever you commanded of it, enveloping your body and giving you the strength to do whatever you set your mind to. Luckily, Vornskr didn't need to do much at the moment, he had done this ritual many times before and he had the words and movements memorized. He breathed in deeply before exhaling out in a low growl that would send shivers up the spines of mortal men, his eyes taking on the characteristic sulfuric gleam to replace the vibrant emerald.

"L̨̀͠o͘͠r͢d ̨̕͠Ḩeli̢̕͟o̧͘s͘͞.̛͜ ̨́͏Y҉̀͝o͜u ̴͢c͘͡o̸m̷͝͞e҉̶̧ ͏̶͟t̵o ̵̕ù̧s̸̶͞ ̷͘҉ąl͟͏r҉̴ea͠d͢͠y̡ ͢҉a̢n͏ ȩs͝ta̧b͏̡l̵̀͜ish͢͡e҉̨d̷͜ L̨҉o̵̷̵r̶d̛ ̶̢o̕f͠ ͟҉t͏͘h͢e̷͜͠ ̴̀S͏i̷̕t͠҉h̀,̧̨͝ ̢̕͜b̷̧u͟t̸͡ ̸́y̧͘o͟͜u̷ ̵s͘͡h̀͢a̶l̀l͏ ̧b̷e̷ rȩ́bơ̧̧r͡n.̢͜ ͟͠͏I͞,̸͏ ́D̶á̸r͟͜t̶͟h ̢V͘͜͠o̸̢̧r̢n͡skr̷̢ ̴̧of́ ͟͡t̡͟h̷͡e̡͞͝ ̶O̷͜͡ņ̷e̸̕ ̀S͜ìt҉̷̧h͜,̛͢ h̵e̡r̴̕e̡b̵̢͢y҉͘ ̢a̸͘͜no̷̕͜i͝͝n̶t̨͡ ̴͟͜y̸҉ò̸ư̡ a m͏e̵͡m̸̛b͏͠e̛̕͢r̨̧ ̵̡̀ǫf͠ ̀t͟͠͏he͡ ̧O͠͞n͟e̸̡͡ ̸͏S͝it̵h̨͡,̵ ͠ą̵͠n͡͠d͢ ͏̵̢bè̕͢s̸͟͜t͠ǫ́w͏҉̨ u̡po̴͢n̵ ҉̴yo̸̧u t͜h̡e̷͟͏ ̶̨̧ma͞҉r͘͠k͢͠ ò͘͝f̷ ͏o̡͡ư͜͝r͞ ̛͘͘s̛͝ac̶͝r͢e͏̶d̶̢ ̶̸͟D҉͏á͝r͜͏̸k͢ ̢͢Lớrd̕̕.̛̛ ͞Y͝o͞u̢͜ ͢͟s͏̶h̶̛͠á͡l̨͘l ̛̀f͝o̧rs̸̢͞á̵̢k̸e a̧l̷̕͝l p̧̛r̀͞e͞͏v̸́i͢o̶ừ̶s̀ ̨v̷͞o̶͝͝ws̷ ̢̧t͏́o ̷҉b̸̀l͠ą̡́s̷͠͡p͜͞h̵̛e̡͞m̵̧e͜͢҉rs ̡͘̕a͟n̸̨d ̛͝h̀e͏̴͞r̵̕͞eti̕c͞s̵͡, ̵̡a̸͏n͢͢d͢ ͘p͠l҉̡͟é͞d͢gę͘ ̕ỳ̸͜o̡ur̶ ҉̶ļ̨i̸͟͢f̨e͏ ̕à͜n̶̴d̷̕ ͝y̢o̴͞u͝ŕ̕͝ ̶e҉́tȩ̶͞rn͘͞a͜l͟ ̡͞s͡o͞ul̷ ́̕t̀ó̧̕ t̕͘h̵͢ę ̡v͡͠i͡si̕on ̶of̴ ͏̧t̛͠h͢͝͏e̡͝ ̸D̷ar̛͜k͘͝ ̶̡̕Lo̷̢̧ŗ̶d̵́.͏́͟ ̡͝Yơ͟u̡̨ ̧͘͢v̧̡͜ow̡ ͏t̶o̧͜͡ ͝d҉ès̵͠t͏͢r͘͡͡ǫ͝y̷̢͘ ̸͘t̸h̷e ̨͞e͘͠n͘e̡m͢͞i̡e̶ś͠͠ ̡͜͝o͏͟f ̵t̡͜he͜ ̡͏v̀͝i̧s͝͞͞ion̷̸,͠ w̧íthi̕͢n ̴a͜͞n̷͟͠d͞҉̀ wi̷th͢o̡͏u͠t ̴̕o͢f̵ ̵o̵ur̴̨ ̨̛̕s҉̕͠a̵̕͠c̷r̵̨e̸͝d̢ ̛ǫ͠r͞d͟͜ę̷̧ŗ,̡͘ a͜҉n͢͝d̶̕͝ ̧a̵r̶è̴ ̡c̵̀h͘͡a͞͝ŕ̡͝g͏̷e̴d̷͞͏ ̢͢w̵̧͘i̸͟t̛̛̀h̷́ ̵̵ưp̶h̴͠ol̨̧di̷͡ņg̡ ̨͢͏a̸̵l̷͜l͏͘ ͠͝d͝u̧͡t͠i̶͡͠é̶̢s͡ ̸͜t̨̀h͡at͠ ̢͠͏s͟͡҉hą͝͞l̕l b̸̸͟e ̷̢̨aş̴ş̷i͠͝͝g͟͝͞n͘͝e̷̴̢d̶̕͝ ͢҉t̛ó̢͜ y̢o̢͘͝u̡̕.̷҉ ̶̛W̢it̛̕h͠ ҉͢t̵hi͜͜ş͟ ̴̡m̀͞a̕r̸̸k͢͝,̀͢͜ ͢I̧͠͏ ̸͜we͡l̵ç͠o͜m҉̴͡e̸ ̨͜y̕o̡u͡ ̴̴̀ín͟t̨̧́o̴͝ ҉t̡̡̀h̷͞͠é̶ Ó͟͏ŕ̶͢d͏ę̛͘r̷͘ o҉̨f͞ ͜t͜͡h͡e̡ ̀͘͡Ò́ņ͟e̡̛͝ ͢S̢̕͝ith͘.͞͡"

As he spoke, tendrils of electricity would arc off of his body and connect with Helios', reverberating throughout his being with unbearable agony. This ritual was also moderately painful for the individual carrying it out, as the electricity fed off of his own energy to funnel into Helios. Soon Vornskr stood directly in front of Helios, and with a simple touch to the chest he began to painfully inscribe the Dark Mark into Helios' flesh. Electricity would wash over Helios, baptizing him in what could be considered a mixture of agony and pure bliss, the mark taking shape upon his flesh. It reacted with Vornskr's mark, which flared up and glowed a bright purple across the back of his neck. A few more moments passed as the Dark Mark permanently affixed itself into Helios' skin, and when it was done Vornskr removed his hand away from his chest.

"It is done. All me to be the first to welcome you to the Order of the One Sith, brother Helios"

[member="Darth Helios"]