Private Fathers and Sons

[Wight Star]

LOCATION: CYROTORIA
Outer RIm

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TAG: Darth Hemorpheus

The world was dominated by ice volcanos that spewed up geysers of frozen ice and amonia. In this white world capable of turning ships into massive cryo pods, a figure walks about the sleets of ice, with hair matching his surroundings, combed over and his eyes burning pink. His dark leather armor, his slung slugthrower pistol and the Dathomirian blade on his back waist concealed beneath his cape. This world had become a home to him, where he could seek refuge after a commiting deeds that made him a target of bounties. It was here in to this realm of ice that he had sent an invitation to his Father, to come and meet, and put the Pater on ice..

Wight had grown up to loath his father who abandoned him and his Mother Ana in another galaxy. To him Hemorpheus was an obstacle he needed to overcome, and here on this hostile world he would make sure that the 'Lord of Life' learned the limits of life, specifically.. draining it from his corpse...

 

[Darth Hemorpheus]

Hemorpheus shuttle came down to this frozen planet, the eruptions of the volcanoes spraying the sky with ice was almost a metaphor for the chilling reception he had from the man that called him to come here. The Shuttle set down on a thick ridge glacier, and descending the ramp was The Lord of Life in his blood leather, he standing out in this white world. His breath was almost stilled, the cold was so strong, and yet he suspected it was nothing compared to a reunion with this Young Man. He was not certain at The Declaration, but now as he mulled it over in his mind, Ana and him had shared a night on Peridea of intimacy, and it was conceivable that she bore a child. How had be been so remiss? A second time he had left her, when he could have stayed in that galaxy with her. There was nothing left here, well Lyssara Thrynn had formed a new Order, which he joined, but to be a Father and Good Husband would have been a greater contribution.

He began to walk, making his way to a facility of chrome, great white lights sparkling as stars, and metal bridge to cross the ice flows from the volcanoes. Hemorpheus could already sense it, the presence, and as he came across the bridge, near the facility, a cloud of purple formed and there stood the Young Man, with hair unmistkably like Ana's and those eyes, they glowed magenta just like hers. He had inherited her traits, even her anger, and that was good. The Lord of Life had been aimless for much of his life, going from one door to another, telling himself that he would complete his Odyssey, when what if it was all an exuse to keep running, to never settle down. To remain master of his fate, and yet master of nothing.

Clearing his throat with a cough, it felt as ice had blocked his windpipe, he addressed the Youth who starred at him with such ire,
"I have come.. tell me, are you your Mother's Son? How is Ana? Is she safe? Is she alright?"
There was a weakness in those last words, spoken before by another Darth in entirely different circumstances, though the heart was the same.

 

[Wight Star]

Wight felt the presence of the Pater, it was unmistakable in its.. weakness. He saw the shuttle descend into the ice bed, standing on the facility with a railing, his leather cape flowing in the cold wind, though his face not phased by the bite. He then was engulfed in a cloud of smoke, amethyst in color, and he then emerging on the great bridge found the Lord of Life there, carrying himself with that same candor from before, which made him a hypocrite. Then he had the gaul to ask about Mother, how that did stir up the rage already boiling in his heart, he reaching for his slug pistol as he drew closer,
"Mother is no concern of yours.. you lost all privilege of knowing anything about us when you left Perdiea. You made a choice Hemorpheus, you abandoned us and now the recokoning has come."
He drew closer, closing the gap between them,
"I hear you sow wherever you go, that you bedded a Krath Witch after making a covenant with Mother. Then you found another Mistress, some Dark Lord who promised you power.. and now you sail under another banner, under another Lady. You are quite the Casanova. Alas your wild oats are now grown, and you must face what you have wrought.."
His tone was sharp, and cold, drawing his pistol, he then continued,
"I will not mince words with you.. I intend your death. The question is how many breaths will the Lord of Life take before he is no longer alive!"
He drew the revolver weapon and began to fire, slugs flying in their lead cases at Hermorpheus, the advantage being that it was not blaster bolts, and could not be deflected by a saber...

 

[Darth Hemorpheus]

There was a bitterness to his tone, and the words that he said were truth, He had left them there. Though, Ana insisted on never leaving that galaxy, she offered him a future in a new world, but the Lord of Life could not let go.. he still had ties in a Galaxy Far, mainly Lyssara and Lord Nexion. And now the cost of his choice stood before him, A Son who saw him as no more than an obstacle, an enemy to dispense with.

The Casnova bit was a low blow, though The Lord of Life could not give a rebuttal, it looked bad and it was bad. He had become dependant on relationships with the opposite sex, when he should have remained faithful to Ana. His journey could have been a happy one, after leaving The Diarchy, he should have taken Ana's hand and settled down in the Witchkingdom of the Dathomiri. Why had he fled once again? Why?!
The threats from the Fili, seemed at first just Youthful hatred of a parent, when he drew the pistol and let slug shots fly, several came close to Hemoprheus' face, who redirected them from his face, and around his body with the Force. He reaching for his lightsaber, drew the hilt, and yet did not immolate the blade yet.
"I can see you are angry, and that is the path of Darkness.. I have no palliate to offer.. I see the wounds.. the disease I have left in you cannot be cured by my methods. Please.. I do not want to fight you."

 

[Wight Star]

On que he used that sorcery to draw the slugs off, and now stood with that steel hilt ready to kindle the fire. Wight reaching for the Dathomirian Blade at his back waist, his eyes fixating on those of His Father's, no not Father.. Seeder, for that was all he was, a Father raises children, this man was Forsaker, and for that he deserved this enmity.
Opening his slug pistol, he dropped the shells and reloaded the eight chamber holes quickly.
"Mother said you had a way with words.. that is the problem, it is just words. No one cares about them, they follow action. When you are no more, Life will carry on, the suns will still bath planets in light, and the universe will expand. You will be forgotten in a generation."
Aiming the pistol he prepared to fire another round, as he began to conjure the magicks around the blade, transforming it into a weapon that only the Nightsisters were capable of making. A faint purple glow wrapped around the steel edge as vapor, smoking, and then with a swift move he let fire another slug, and drew the blade out, it glowing in ghastly lavander as she swung at Seeder, the tip coming close to the throat, where metallic piece, a interior respirator was affixed. Yes, this would end with the Pater breathless...

 

[Darth Hemorpheus]

The words of The Son were as blades, and yet Hemopheus could not dispute them. For a long time he was convinced much of his grand schemes, and eloquent musings were nothing more than words to cloak the reality that he was not "The Lord of Life" but one who abandoned a Good Wife, and friends in a quest that never had an end.
A slug passed his cheek leaving a fresh thinly line of blood, and then the Boy drew a sword, its glow was marvelous, he had seen Ana use one, a Ichor blade of the Dathomiri. At once he immolating his saber, met the Witchcraft sword, and sparks flew about, as the two met, and Hemorpheus felt the press of the Prodigal, he had strength though he did not use it, the aura of the dark side was profound, and yet all that came forth was The Magicks.
"You have mastered your Mother's craft.. I thought only Nightsisters could do that?"
He was trying to appeal to Young Man, to tell him he was proud of him and yet as Scientist he was curious, male Dathomrians could not access The Magicks, and yet here he saw him wielding it as Ana did. He wondered if it was because of his nature and hers combining in the womb, his powers of the Vita and hers of the Ichor, perhaps it opened the Boy to both traditions. Whatever the reason it would make him formidable.

 

[Wight Star]

As his Ichor blade met the Kyber, he drew his pistol into its holster and took the handle with both hands, pushing the Lord of Life back, as he let out a faint sigh, as if he wanted to shout, though he suppressed it. Wight was not going to give This Seeder the satisfaction, his anger was simply fuel, it was not that Hemorpheus had stirred anything in him. Rather it was a general rage in which he gained strength.
"You would like to know wouldn't you? To understand what is puzzling? How I can wield the Magicks as a male? If you were anyone else, I would tell. But I shall deprive you of the knowledge, for to know is a pleasure to you.. and so I shall keep a shadow over my craft, and you will die without ever understanding, as you rightly deserve.."
He swept his blade up, and then kicked Hemopheus in the side, making his fall over the railing and down to the glaciers and mouth of one of the Ice Volcanos below. Leaping into the air, his cape flowing as he disappeared into a cloud of purple smoke, and then appeared below with his blade poised to impale The Pater.

 

[Darth Hemorpheus]

The words of Wight were as harsh as cold wind that beat on them. Then a swift kick, and Hemorpheus found himself tilting over the edge of the railing, and falling. The Fili was not holding back, his moves were calculated and cleaver, he had his Mother's resourcefulness, and his adaptability. He now was falling, when reaching out, he steadied his descent, so as to avoid the Giant Hole of the Ice Volcano, only to collide with His Son, the blade tearing into his leg and he did a jerk, he removed the weapon from Wight's hand, the sting of it felt inside his veins, the Magick burning the inside so that it cauterized, though it began to seep some sort of toxin inside. How very cleaver, the Boy no longer needed to defeat him by force of arms, he need only wait, and yet The Lord of Life sensed he would not be given a slow death.
"I am duly impressed.. for whatever it is worth.. it is as if you planned every blow and action, that I was a leaf shaken from a tree to be impaled at the knee."
He could not help smiling, he saw in The Young Man so much of Ana, and little of himself. He was beginning to resign himself to the fate that The Fili had promised. Perhaps it was his time, maybe the true Lord of Life was Wight, who could command the power of the Force and the Magicks to what ends, he could only imagine.

 

[Wight Star]

The Seeder fell and made contact with his blade, and as it was wrestled from his hand, Wight drew his eight shooter and took aim at the head. Preparing to let fly another Slug. Already the echanted alloy was seeping into the blood stream, which would weaken the Lord of Life.
"I do not care about your poetic adress or if you are impressed.. this is where you learn you had no more power over Life than any of us!"
Behind Hemorpheus the Volcano hole began to stir, the geyser of ice was beginning to rise, and so he aiming with the barrel fired a slug, the first short pushed at shoulder, making The Seeder draw step back, then another at the other shoulder, another he fired in abodmen, and then another in the belly, the slug pushing the Sith Lord to the threshold of the great hole. Wight then shot a succession of slugs, two the caped The Lord of Life at legs, one in shoulder to make him push backward, with one left. He took aim... His magenta eyes flaring with fire.
"Save your last words.. just die.. do well what you could not in life."

 

[Darth Hemorpheus]

Hemorpheus felt the slug strike his shoulder and send him backward, then another, and another to various parts of his body, pushing further and further back towards the a abyss behind. After cycling his chamber five times, once on the bridge, it meant only one slug was left. The Lord of Life held up his lightsaber, the blade no longer extended. He looking at his Son and then at the weapon, tossed it on to the ice, where it rolled across the riveting of frost and fell down into the darkness. As the Young Man took aim with his final shot, The Father gave a smile and said,
"So be it.."
He then closing his eyes, bowed his head to make his forehead an easy target. Then he felt his mind stir with memories, he saw Ana and him kissing, Nex and him in their labs discussing their findings, and all that had transpired since. The culmination of his life would be that His Seed would be the one to send him down into the Underworld. He could feel the toxin of the cursed blade already stilling his breaths, if the Lad did not shoot, the wound would do the work. In effect, The Fili had made it so there was no other possible outcome, Hemorpheus could rear to fight, cling to life, but at what cost if it meant he took his Son with him? No, Wight needed this.
"What is your name? At least give me that as I go to my frosted grave."

 

[Wight Star]

The Lord of Life was beaten, it was evident that the blade had done its work, as well as the slugs, which curiously the Seeder had not stopped this time, perhaps the combination of the onslaught was too much even for a Lord. Then his words were resigned, he was accepting this destiny, and as he caste aside his weapon, Wight realized that he was not going to fight the inevitable. When he asked for his namesake, he considered not telling him, depriving him of even that as he perished, and yet perhaps a spark of the softness of this Man who stood before him, who seemed to ever smile, rather frustrating in fact that his disposition was perpetually merry even now at the end. Letting out a sight he said,
"My name is Wight. Goodbye Lord of Life.":
With that he took aim and let the slug fly, it passing through the forehead and skull with a spurt that matched the armor of this foe. At once the head was thrown backward, and the body fell into shadow. Then a great geyser of ice water flew up into the air, like the blowhole of a great mammal of the seas. Wight taking his revolver, put it in his holster and then let the purple cloud envelop him and the ice that would have frozen him fell where he had been. Appearing up on the bridge, The Witchking stood as he gave one more glace down when the eruption ended, and there was only the great crator. That would now be the tomb of the Lord of the Life, in essence he had killed Life, at that existential thought he gave a smile as he headed back to the facility in his victory...