Arcana Panathum
I
The rain had just started to come down on Dathomir. It was a warm mid-afternoon. The smell of rainwater and flowers filled the air just above Neko Ilnayia Kanyon, but within the canyon, the air was still. Somehow, the rain did not even reach it's depths. Not even a small breeze made a cut into the obsidian ravine. No, the only thing that disturbed the otherwise deathly silent canyon was the soft sounds of bare soles hitting the ground. Sprinting pale legs sprouted from beneath a black robe. A hood covered must of her head, but those raven locks were still visible.
Elani Zambrano, mother of the Murakami and daughter of the disgraced Kaine Zambrano, moved with a purpose towards the end of a corridor. Ahead of her was a hole in the wall resembling a doorway. As she approached, the faint illumination of candlelight inside the doorway revealed a stairwell. It's rigid, winding staircase lead downwards into the Abyss. Down there was where the Murakami practiced their dark arts. Today, however, the Abyss was barren. The Murakami had largely disbanded since Elani had lead her crusade of vengeance against her father. The few that remained were scattered across the galaxy. Broke, alone, and stumbling through the darkness. Elani was not as she once was. She had become focused solely on killing her father for so long, she had forgotten her purpose. She even started ignoring His voice. She was growing desperate and tired. The Abyss was the only way.
Elani made her way down, sounds of rain growing quieter as she descended. The base of the stairs rested on on side of a large rectangular room. Braziers lit the room in a soft orange hue. Several markings were on the stone ground. Some chalk. Some scratches. Some dried blood. All from rituals in years past. Many of them her handiwork. She walked across the room slowly, reminiscing of her time there, giving guidance to the young Murakami witches. But those thoughts quickly faded away as she remembered her father's face. She gritted her teeth and clenched her fists. She then remembered why she had come. She had one last ritual left before she was ready to take her father. First, she was going to call the smoke demon, Rashgarroth, to her. Once his summoning was complete, she would send it to Kaine to lie in wait for her to activate it and the right moment. When he was at his weakest moment, the demon would reveal itself and kill her father.
"Nu visita sh'jatau j'us, Rashgarroth! Nu buti zo qeyityr berniuk iv Erebos! J'us valia udai nuyak reiklauti!" Elani called out as she begun to move around the room with the grace of a snake. As sh emoved, drawings slowly appeared across the room. Ritual markings seemingly out of nowhere spawned beneath her very feet as she continued to chant. The markings were flat but appeared to descend into an inky black abyss. Her chants started melodic and soft but became more brutal as she went on. At the center of the room, a portal slowly opened. It was a menacing swirl of violet and black that opened up like a gaping maw of beautifully vile Sith sorcery. Elani could feel the intense aura of the dark side as she channeled it's power.
Her vengeance was soon going to be fulfilled. It was assured. Until, in the blink of an eye, Elani dropped to her knees. The braziers were snuffed out in an instant, the flames gone cold. Not even an ember remained. The markings across the room wiped away and the portal was gone. The air was cold. Not the kind of cold the loving embrace of Erebos was known for. No, this was different. This was nothing Elani had experienced before.
Something was wrong.
