Can the dead lust?

[Darth Voracitos]

@[member="Kathryn Dae"]

The spirit was mad. Darth Voracitos has been nostalgic. He's even attempted sleeping as a spirit in order to dream of his old life. In every sense of the word the corpulent ghost was degrading in his mental sanity. This though was not the typical sith stereotype of being full non-thinking angst, he was literally losing his grip on reality. If you attempt to step on the disturbed mind your would understand. Imagine a life where you have always gotten what your body wanted... food, sex, control. You eat ever hour on the hour for the hour, you see a pretty woman, you merely point and she is yours. Someone upsets you and you merely continue eating while they begin to bleed out of every pore In their body.


As a spirit, there is no eating, there are no woman (other than Ashin and her wife from afar), and the only control you have is the direction your eyes wander. You cannot sleep, you cannot dream, you can't even have nightmares. You cannot touch, you cannot feel, you cannot smell, you cannot taste, you can only sense and comprehend.


But such simple ailments would not stop the indomitable will of Voracitos. His third apprentice, was more or less a woman. As her Master, of course he would exploit this to the fullest, especially since it had been...


So long...


Satisfied with this idea, the demon smiled, and called for his apprentice to enter his heart, at the foot of his mighty Throne. It was a one way in, one way out scenario, and Voracitos alone held the key. What atrocities did he have in store?

 

[Kathryn Dae]

As requested, Kathryn attended. She had no idea why, for it had interrupted one of her numerous training sessions with her lightsaber. Her Soresu was becoming formidable indeed, to the point where she was most likely on a part with those above her station. It was the rest she lacked in - with her focus entirely on waring down an opponent, she had fel behind in her application of the Force. This was something she intended to rectify at a later date however, as a true Sith weilded both force and saber with equal brutality.

"You called, Master?

@[member="Darth Voracitos"]

 

[Darth Voracitos]

@[member="Kathryn Dae"]

Voracitos smiled a sadistic and sick grin on his wide set face, at the sight of his apprentice falling before his mighty Throne. The young Acolyte was pretty to his deranged vision, as her fiery hair fell around her head. In memory, Voracitos did not remember the last time he had seen such a human woman. He had some pretty slaves of the human variety, such as the one he bought at Nar Shaddaa... who he rudely lost to a band of Mandalorians instigated by fellow Darth Apparatus. Though many of the times he had been accompanied by females that had belonged to him in one way or another, they had been Twi'lek or some other variety of alien. They were fine and beautiful, and although Voracitos loved all things that were beautiful, he enjoyed the taste of the plain species of human after whole decades of alien.

"Indeed I have, Ms. Dae. Before we begin, I would warn you that I am in a particular... mood today. Thus when you scream, tell me not that you went unwarned... though I doubt you will be one to scream such things. If of course, you are truly my apprentice. I will apologize for interrupting your saber training, I know how high in esteem you place its importance. However, if you are ever to be a truly powerful enemy, you must learn to negate your enemies pursuits," Voracitos chuckled at this, "You must learn how to protect yourself, with a kind of endurance that exceeds that of the physical plane."

From the darkness surrounding the colored apparition, a flash of silver appeared from nothing, his his ethereal form began to darken. His eyes began to glow with menace, and his form grew larger. If her were real, the Throne he had been sitting in would make the piercing sounds of cracking at the increase of his size. The vile shade brought the silver item forward in front of him, while the eyes seemed to form a smile. A crimson blade appeared in the air, emanating from the silver item, thus to be identified as a lightsaber.

What appeared to be a rotting tongue, formulated out of the air before Voracitos, quickly wrapped around the bloody shaft of light, singing parts of the imagined flesh before once again hanging from the suddenly monstrous mouth of Voracitos, filled with barbed teeth, blackened and rotten, filled with pests of unknown make.

"Draw your blade, whore! I want to see you sweat!" A laugh that shouldn't belong to anything bound by the laws of life echoed throughout the antechamber of his throne room. With his mind, he began simple mind tricks, that he wanted her to fight through while dueling. She wouldn't be able to expel them until he decided she gave an admirable enough effort by his opinion. The darkness around them thickened, until his shade enveloped her field of vision almost entirely, and the only thing she had to pay attention to was his blade, his outline, his eyes, and his tongue. All else was featureless. He also made her hear the rate of her beating heart, and made her hear it beat faster, in order to entice her into a state of panic.

"Hahahahaha!" It was fun time for Voracitos.