Hadzuska Ari
"Dvasius... Dvasi-u-u-u-sss. WAKE UP!"
He heard a woman's voice in the dead of night followed by the sound of thunder, startling him awake. The Sith looked to his side and saw Falentra wasn't there in the bed next to him, then he looked at the mirror across the room at himself. His hair was blood red, as it often turned when he felt extreme emotional pain. Trauma. Dvasius felt suddenly that there was a female presence beside him on the opposite side of the bed. Was that her? He turned and saw the face of his dead sister, her hair also red, but with her own blood. Stained by it from her usual white. It spattered her face as well.
"Hello, little brother."
At the sight of her the Sith tried to crawl backward and escape off the other side oft he bed. He bumped into something in the attempt. Another presence was felt as he turned his head to see. He was pretty sure he knew who. The face of his little brother Caio looked back at him, curiously.
"Hello, big brother. Ha-ha!" the spirit giggled like he did when he was alive, but he was very clearly dead, his skin rotted and eyes dead white.
"You're dead!" Dvasius tried to turn and escape back the other way, then looked back and forth between the two, seeing he was surrounded by them. He turned again, getting ready to crawl off the other way off the end of the bed. Turning his eyes back to the mirror he saw that his hair was also stark white like his brother's and his sister's used to be, like his used to be before he'd literally changed skins to a new body, but out of fear this time. He didn't know and wasn't prepared to do the same for them. How could he have known they would die? The visions were just that, one could never know if they'd come true until they did, nothing was ever certain... but it was certain now. They were dead forever and haunting him... Forever.
"Who's fault is that?"
"Who killed us?!"
"You did!!!", they cursed him in unison, as they often spoke in life, but far more demonic.
"You begged me to! What was I supposed to do?! Watch you die?! Watch you suffer? You made me!"
He stood in the center of the room now, at the end of the bed. Alone in the dark, with the dark, tormenting him.
"Where were you?"
"You abandoned us. Our deaths are on your hands, Jacste!"
"Literally.", the vision of Samantha Selden said, looking in the direction of their little then back to Dvasius, "You abandoned us for politics and pride. You failed us."
"YOU killed us!"
"How could you?"
"We needed you, brother? Where were you? WERE YOU WITH HER?!"
"Were you running from enemies YOU made? Like you always do. That's all you do."
"Killer."
"Murderer!"
"Avenge us!"
Dvasius looked even more haunted at those words than any of the others. Some of the last words his dying brother actually said to him.
"Kill them all!"
"KILL THEM ALL!"
"No mercy."
"No mercy.", the last living Selden son replied to the one who was did as they'd both done then. When he died. When he gave him his lightsaber to do it. The same lightsaber his mother gave to Jacste years ago, the one he gave his younger brother Caio after he made his own during his apprenticeship to Darth Ophidia. The blade that took his life in mercy, and their sister's.
"Extinguish the Jedi."
"Extinguish everyone. Every soul. If we can't be alive- "
"- Why should they?", Dvasius finished the thought he'd had a million times.
"The 'Ghost' survives. Haha!..."
His brother smiled back and laughed with quiet approval, "En- E- END IT!... Please..."
More of his brother's last words, repeated as the two of them followed by the memory and the last sounds of their death. Caio's lightsaber swinging back and forth in Dvasius hands to put them both out of their misery and beginning his own.
VRRM-VRMM!
"We love you, Jacste. I'm proud of you. So is he."
His siblings' eyes glowed a bright red. Brighter than he'd ever seen them. Brighter and brighter until he was completely blinded. Then, suddenly, thunder echoing through the Sith's mind woke him up. Actually woke him up. Seeing he was alone in the dark, they were gone- they are gone, he wanted to cry out the pain, but instead let out a Force scream, shattering everything that could be shattered in the room. The mirror, the windows, the light bulbs, the TV screen. Everything but him lie broken, but only in the literally sense. He was far more broken than anything here.
The lone Sith, the lone survivor of Jedi cowardice with his head in his hands. He finally snapped out of it and turned to see that even though Falentra wasn't there she'd left him a message and given him a place to meet. So he pulled himself together, cleaned himself up and left the empty room, but not the ghosts that would always follow.
Sometime later Dvasius arrived and walked up to the lab where
Lady Falentra
had designated the meet. There were many Sith assassins/agents following him, his usual entourage, but hidden from sight by the Force. He could still see them though, his own sight far better than when he was a human. A lot of what he was now was better than then. The automatic door "shooshed" open as the Sith approached. Dvasius was standing in front of it, likely visible to Falentra. She might see he was talking to someone, but maybe not hear them."You're not necessary here. Scatter!" the Dvasia ai Hadzuska did as they were told. All but one.
He wasn't cloaked, but was unseen off to the side of the doorway, "Is that her?" Another man who looked just like Dvasius, but with red hair asked him. Crimson red hair, not redhead orange.
"My girlfriend, yes. Now go, Tirmaka!"
The clone used his infrared vision to see through the wall at the woman, then back at Dvasius with a look that said silently, "I hope you know what you're doing."
Now Tirmaka did cloak and left with the others. With his own enhanced vision Dvasius watched him leave, made sure. When he was gone the spymaster turned back to the open doorway, to Falentra, and walked through. He saw her across the way by a tank with some experiment in it. Some strange, jellybean shaped thing. As he walked close enough to Fal to talk to her, Dvas ran his hand over the glass that the creature was floating in. He stood beside it and in front of her, taking her hand, "Hey, babe!" he said lovingly, then, "What's this thing?"
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