Eternal Father
Field of Blades
He gasped suddenly as her grip upon his throat was released, and then groaned in metaphysical pain as the specter of his mother delivered a hard kick right to his chest, sending him sprawling over to land flat on his back. He attempted to rise, to continue his retaliation in defiance of his mother, but before he could he was suddenly swarmed by for all intents and purposes was a horde of the damned, and with unreal strength they pinned the dead Sith Lord down onto the blood-stained earth. They tore at his incorporeal flesh, carving great rents in the spectral skin, founts of blood rushing forth to perpetually stain the ground a darker crimson, but their primary purpose was to hold him down for their twisted mistress. As he struggled, thrashed around violently for freedom, he felt the suddenly shift in the air, like a spark of electricity suddenly coursed through his body, followed by an immense agony.
He stared over at his right arm, now bisected right at the elbow in one cleave by his mother's sword, and his body was wracked with an unbearable pain. But now, the thrum of constant bloodshed was gone, replaced by terrestrial ground, and an utterly alien sky filled with utterly alien constellations. He could feel that they were no longer in the Netherworld of the Force, but he knew that they were not home, this place was so utterly foreign to his every sense, what still worked for him after death at least. His mother seemed to be just as confused as he was, and as he continued to thrash around he yelled out to Viktoria. "Surprised?" He barked out through gritted teeth, "Good, it reminds me of the look you had when I chopped off your fething head." He once again raged against his restraints, his anger giving him strength even in death, his sole desire now to break away and repeat what he did thirty-eight years ago.
[member="Viktoria Zambrano"]
[member="Rameses Zambrano"]
He gasped suddenly as her grip upon his throat was released, and then groaned in metaphysical pain as the specter of his mother delivered a hard kick right to his chest, sending him sprawling over to land flat on his back. He attempted to rise, to continue his retaliation in defiance of his mother, but before he could he was suddenly swarmed by for all intents and purposes was a horde of the damned, and with unreal strength they pinned the dead Sith Lord down onto the blood-stained earth. They tore at his incorporeal flesh, carving great rents in the spectral skin, founts of blood rushing forth to perpetually stain the ground a darker crimson, but their primary purpose was to hold him down for their twisted mistress. As he struggled, thrashed around violently for freedom, he felt the suddenly shift in the air, like a spark of electricity suddenly coursed through his body, followed by an immense agony.
He stared over at his right arm, now bisected right at the elbow in one cleave by his mother's sword, and his body was wracked with an unbearable pain. But now, the thrum of constant bloodshed was gone, replaced by terrestrial ground, and an utterly alien sky filled with utterly alien constellations. He could feel that they were no longer in the Netherworld of the Force, but he knew that they were not home, this place was so utterly foreign to his every sense, what still worked for him after death at least. His mother seemed to be just as confused as he was, and as he continued to thrash around he yelled out to Viktoria. "Surprised?" He barked out through gritted teeth, "Good, it reminds me of the look you had when I chopped off your fething head." He once again raged against his restraints, his anger giving him strength even in death, his sole desire now to break away and repeat what he did thirty-eight years ago.
[member="Viktoria Zambrano"]
[member="Rameses Zambrano"]