Reforged In Blood

[Darth Hauntruss]

REFORGED​

Dead World Azazoth
The Lord’s Crypt

He could feel it. His creator, writhing inside him, her soul screaming to be free. Abhorion, the twisted and malformed failure of Darth Hauntruss shivered in deep soulful pain in his decrepit throne in the rotting crypt of the dead world of Azazoth. Abandoned by everyone, Hauntruss, and her daughter Grimoire, Abhorion enjoyed his solitary rule over ruin and debris. But, no more. He could not understand how Huantruss survived. He had destroyed her body, the one created out of stih blood magic to house her aged force soul, then devoured. He had swallowed her soul and used it to power his existence. Had he miscalculated? Abhorion gripped the rims of the stone seat his finger crushing the softened stone into cracked rumble.

His whole body began to shudder. He felt the cold sensation of liquid slowly stream from his eyes and nostrils. A shaking hand rose up to touch the stream. Looking down at his fingers he say the murky dark blood of his sith spawned body. He was dying, his body was crumbling - it was being destroyed from the inside. Abhorion screamed, but, not in terror - in rage. He summoned the well of the dark side that he had been immersed in since his creation. He threw it against the remnants of Hauntruss’s soul. Skewering it with his darkness shaped into mental daggers. He grit his teeth and bared his fangs like a wounded beast.

“Begone you spectre!” Abhorion yelled in his mind. “You are broken and no soulful debris will return you to existence. You are broken and mine!”

The black force that struggled against him hissed from the depths of soul. “Fool.” laughed the serpentine voice. “You have failed. And in your failure, your body has become my chrysalis.”

The soul of Hauntruss erupting into a power black flame and it burned Abhorion from the inside. His whole body convulsed in repulsion. Abhorion gasped in pain and fell to the floor. His sithspawn body began to bleed from gashes tearing across his skin. He had but, one hope to destroyed himself before Hauntruss could consume his existence. He would not let his vengeance be in vain. Crawling across the stone brick floor he dug his fingers into the cracks between stone propelling himself towards the meditation chambers steeped in darkside channeling energy.

Suddenly, his body stopped moving. He was paralyzed. “No. No!” Abhorion began to scream aloud.

“You cannot contain me anymore, monster.” said the black soul in gleeful ridicule. “I created you, you are mine.”

Abhorion used all of his will to try and regain his body. But, nothing worked. Everything was now violently shaking. He could feel something bubbling its way up his throat.

“And now that I have acquired the nourishment I needed.”

Abhorion’s head suddenly arced backwards and his mouth flung wide open. A painful shriek exploded from his voice. The kind of scream that could only come from the deep pain of visceral destruction. His scream was then obscured in a gargled last breath.

“I am free.”

A black mist shaped as a female arm burst from Abhorion’s mouth. It clung to the stone beside him and pulled itself out from inside him. The full black mist polled onto the floor formless now. This was the soul of Darth Hauntruss, an evil that refused to disappear, to give into the nether world and vanish - so much is her hate for this world. But, even resurfaced she was vulnerable. The Force will sense this violent imbalance and seek to right it. Without matter to act as her vessel, she could not command the force. She would need help.

Hauntruss’s spirit screamed into the force searching for the one she knew would listen. An old comrade, and old friend, one who would assist her return in a new body. Her serpent’s tongue whispered to him, to [member="Darth Carnifex"].

Once alerted, Hauntruss’s formless mist bleed into the cracks between the crypt stone floor. She would sink deep into the black earth of Azazoth. She knew she had one chance at a return, the body she had taken years ago and had it preserved in a pool of sith blood magic contained in a shut stone sarcophagus. That would be her new vessel. One last ritual, one more rebirth. Reforged in brand new hatred and darkness.

 

[Darth Carnifex]

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The Blood Nebula
Aza'zoth

It had been many years since he had beheld the Red Bastion, the Cultworld of the Lords of Shadow. There were not many alive today who were knowledgeable about the planet's location, let alone the complex labyrinth through the nebula to reach it. He could feel the planet's power as his ship, the Crestfallen, neared. It was intoxicating feeling, one of his only last remaining sensations that could be enjoyed by the Immortal Tyrant. The sensation of touch had long since become a distant memory for him, the price paid for perpetual existence in this physical realm of mortals. To him anything was worth the price of immortality, his fear of the Netherworld was too great to ignore in any event, and he was willing to discard anything if he could feed his addiction of living.

The shuttle flew low over the volcanic mountains, skimming just above great lakes of bubbling lava and spires of obsidian that struck out towards the heavens like daggers. Before him was the Cult Fortress of the Ashen Mountains, its walls dark and foreboding as winged fiends circled and shrieked overhead. They could feel it too, the dark presence that beckoned the Dark Lord to this ancient world like a moth to a blackened flame. Beyond the castle was the Lord's Crypt, the epicenter of the humming beacon, and around it was a great swarm of beasts who were being driven to madness by the foul clarion call. The shuttle's approach did not persuade them to leave, but as the Dark Lord emerged from his ship and waved his hands before him they scurried like frightened rats back into the caves and lava pools from which they first emerged. Thus the pathway into the crypts was left unbarred.

The bowels of the crypts were as black as pitch, yet the Dark Lord had no difficulties in navigating its dilapidated depths. The Dark Side of the Force was his guide, and he followed it faithfully down further and further, through the endless lightless reaches that wormed beneath the volcanic surface of Aza'zoth. He continued for what seemed like an eternity, wandering through the darkness, until he finally reached a chamber illuminated by unnatural flame where the whispers beckoning him were the loudest and the strongest.

"I am here, Hauntruss. What would you have of me?"​

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[member="Darth Hauntruss"]​

 

[Darth Hauntruss]

[member="Darth Carnifex"]

Hauntruss bubbled between the stone, spilling herself onto the floor in a mass of black mist and manifest undulating force. Her spirit emitted an eerie sick green glow. Slowly her arms formed and then her long black hair all in a buzzing shade of black and green. She clung to the walls and pulled the rest of her form out from the pool taking a step forward, weak and semi-permanent.

"My old friend." her broken voice hissed. "I require your assistance, like rituals old on Togoria. I must reforge myself."

The bubbling black form of Hauntruss pushed from the wall and stepped closer to the old sith lord. It then stopped and pointed to a long set of steps that lead deep into a chamber below the crypt. Hauntruss could sense that something and scrubbed the force from the ruins. Someone had visited her ruins. But, she could still sense the body she had created long ago.

"Deep below. I have a body preserved inside a concoction I created of blood and magic inside a stone sarcophagus." Hauntruss's specter growled. "I need the assistance of a force in flesh to channel the darkness so I may fully enter my new vessel."

Hauntruss's form the melted into a thin fog and traveled like a gale down the steps leaving her voice in the force as an echo.

"Follow my aura and we shall hammer my soul into new fleshed permanence."

 

[Darth Carnifex]

It felt... Good to see his old compatriot, even if she was nothing but a disembodied spirit floating in the aether between worlds. He said nothing as he listened to he instructions, his eyes gazing around the tomb before following her finger to the oblong steps that led further down into the darkness.

He too could sense the blasphemous power lingering below, the faint taste of alchemy gracing his lips as the specter of Hauntruss whisked herself down below to await his arrival. The keen sense of something momentous was firmly in his mind, he stood upon the precipice of a grand moment in Dark Side history that would reverberate through the ages. Instinctively he discarded his cloak and tunic, letting the bare flesh of his torso be kissed by the dead air that he could no longer feel. Upon his chest was an intricate mosaic of Sith runes and angles of power which gently pulsated with latent energies as the full scope of this place's Dark Side energies opened up to him.

He wasted no more time and began his renewed descent, again requiring no light source to navigate the stairwell and the halls beyond. He was guided by Hauntruss' aura to the chamber in question, which was dominated by the magnificent stone sarcophagus at its center. He reached out with both hands, minor discharges of electricity bouncing off of his fingertips to strike the cold lanterns that hung from the decaying stone to illuminate the room.

"Let us begin."​

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[member="Darth Hauntruss"]​

 

[Darth Hauntruss]

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[member="Darth Carnifex"]'s lightening scorched the long worn out candles for one final summoning of flame. The entire chamber was illuminated in dim lights. Ancient stone columns were decorated in dancing shadows. At the center was a large plinth at the center of a series of grooves that ran through the floor carrying a black alchemical liquid. The entire chamber was cold and frigid. From the cracks between stone and rubble, Hauntruss's black soul bleed into a floating vapor. She slithered across the floor. Her black mist hands dipped into the black liquid. They flickered into green glow as the liquid mixed with her force soul.

Rising up, the black mist of Darth Hauntruss swirled about the sarcophagus. Then it seeped through the cracks between the lid and coffin. When the very last particle was inside, a sudden burst of force energy rocketed the lid from the coffin sending it across the chamber to smash into a wall and shatter into a small stone pieces. Inside submerged just below the surface of a translucent pool of blood and black alchemy was the visage of an adult male, with long black hair spread out in the liquid with his arms crossed over his chest. His eyes closed. Inside, the pool Hauntruss's mist entered into the male's body by fashioning itself into a mirrored shape of the male. The two men met together and merged.

The chamber began to shake and the pool of blood and alchemy began to bubble as if boiling. Black streaks of dark side energy manifested in streaks of lightening. From around the chamber Hauntruss's voice echoed in a haunting shriek.

"Now! Seal this ritual." Hauntruss cried. "Baptize this new form in oppressive dark side energy! And I will feed on what you unleash to complete this reforging in blood!"

 

[Darth Carnifex]

He inhaled deeply, the pungent stench of the tomb filling his lungs before he exhaled it all back out. He extended both hands, muscles straining beneath pallor flesh as the Dark Side rushed through every fiber of his being, caressing his dead nerve endings like one would caress a lover in the intimacy of the night. Discharges of cerulean energy danced along his skin, bolts of fiendish electricity that pulsated with wicked energy belonging not to this world, but the world beyond.

Oy̸ z͢͞à̧̢v̸̧u͝s͡͠͝ ͟͏k̸̵̴u͜z͞d͞et҉͏̸i̢ ͘͝i͏v̴͝ ́͜tą́͡v̨e͘ ̨z͏t̢͠a̸̛n̢o͜ké̛z̀i ́͜͠aļk̵̨͟i͝͏s, ̷͡t̷͢͞u҉'́̀̕i̧͞e҉͠a̵ f͢͡o͏ḱe̷͡͠n̵̷͝e ̷̸xa̴̕͘rn̛a̶̧̛í̸t̶ ̵s̨a͠şa̢̕zi̵̢̛ ̴͟ta̸u̕z ̡́k̴͢i̶a ͞͝t̴̨̕ù̧̢r̀e͘͜͝t̸͘i̧͘ j҉a̵̵͜'͟v̧͢e͢ ̀͟s̷͜͢u̕͞ ̸̕͞t̸͢av͢͢e͝ ̸̧k͢i͢z̶tà̢ ̀͏j̛e̷͢͝ga͜l͝a̸̕͜ ͏̧́iv ̵́l̢̀̕ai̷̡sv͡à͘͝s̶̢ ̵ḿ͟͠a̷̛ź͟o̴̷͜ ą҉̀n̴a̶̵͞s ͡t̵͡y͢ḿ ̸gá͡l̷͜͢ez̴͝ ̧͢͜ş̛u͢͟r̢̡̧s ̷t̛̕a̶v͠é̴̴ ͜m͏͜t̸͜a͝c͢͏á̡ ̀âti̶̢ ̴̀t͟av̨̡e̴̷͝ ͞v̷͘͝í̸̕s͡uom̨͡ ̵̨į͜͜v͠ ̀t̵͡a̶ve ĺųai̕̕͢ ̡͜͡i͝r̶ ̢͞t҉a̸v͝e̷͟͠ ̛͡v̀is̷uòm ͏̛i͝v̵ ̶̛t̛͡a̸̧̕v̴̀͢e͏ ҉͘s̵͞e̴t͏͞h̶͟҉i͏ ͘g͢͠ư͡͠d̵͟u̷͡m҉͏a̷̛.̕͜

The malign words slipped freely past his lips, unbidden and terrible they stained the air with ancient blasphemies. The ancient tongue of the Sith was harsh and grating to the ears of the uninitiated, but both of the two beings that inhabited the crypt were initiated. He thrust his hands forward, and the lightning erupted forth to bathe the open sarcophagus with dark energy that rebounding off of every stone edifice within the confined space. He poured power into the new body, flooding its system with nefarious energy that would anchor the spirit of Hauntruss to her new vessel.

And with a cry he said: "Let this union be complete!"

[member="Darth Hauntruss"]​

 

[Boo]

The dark side crackled and screamed in the force. Reality of consciousness was being warped and pulled, molded by malevolent forces. Hauntruss's soul now emerged in the submerged body soon became anchored to the very flesh it possessed, an artificial but, darkly permanent transfer of life. She began to feel control over the limbs and sense. The body began to convulse as life, dark life, filled its veins and mind and heart. Hauntruss began to fade into the new flesh and be forged a new.

Giving birth, to him.

He awoke in a sudden painful howler. The lightening and the grasp of Hauntruss's soul drilled his mind with pain and terror. Bubbles from his screaming burst to the surface of the blood magic pool he was submerged in. Then in a jolt he rose from oblivion to consciousness. Screaming he flung his body above the surface of the pool splashing the entire area around the sarcophagus in blood. His body was long, muscular, pale. He had long black hair singed with white streaks, golden sith eyes - like that of his former-life and creator - and blackened lips. The ritual was finished. Breathing heavily, the nude reborn sith clung to the edges of the coffin. Gasping for air, he looked down at his blood covered body and then retrieved his hands to look upon them.

He rolled his eyes to see [member="Darth Carnifex"] standing by. He looked and studied this man. He could remember who he was, and he could sense where he came from. He was Darth Hauntruss, but, also a new entity. A convergence of dark powers and the sith lady that formed her.

He smiled and a laugh slithered from between his teeth.

"Hiss, hiss, hiss....Kaine." he spoke. "I...have returned."

 

[Darth Carnifex]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dvMRuzD5Aq0​

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The perversions of the Force rippled out as the union was made manifest, the dark energy sparking the air with the oppressive stench of ozone before being greedily siphoned into the sarcophagus. A half-a-second of silence passed before the coffin exploded with a fountain of blood, Hauntrus' new body the nucleus of this gory eruption. Fortunately for Kaine he was just beyond the radius of the splash zone, and remained untouched by the viscous display. The form that emerged was not exactly like the one that Kaine had expected for he had expected Hauntruss' new body to be similar to her previous incarnation, womanly and gothic, and while this new form held that gothic aesthetic that Hauntruss so enjoyed there was one major difference.

It was male.

He approached slowly, allowing for Hauntruss to adjust to her new body. It was a sensation that he was all too familiar with, but he had never deigned to make such a radical change from what he was used to. All of his replacement bodies were exact replicas of the original body he had been born into with very minimal physical deviations. Still, he could feel her distinct power. He bowed respectfully as she finally came to her senses and declared her return.

"And the galaxy will tremble at your return, Hauntruss. Quite an interesting form you have chosen to wear."

[member="Darth Malpherran"]​

 

[Darth Hauntruss]

"Interesting, in more ways than one." he said.

He gripped the frames of the coffin and lifted his slender nude form out. Only dressed in sith alchemy and blood, he held the coffin as a stone cane to keep his standing posture reinforced. He looked towards [member="Darth Carnifex"], with his golden stare between the curtains of his sleeked black locks.

"I am no longer Hauntruss, old friend." his voice was deeper than Hauntruss, like a primordial growl, but, yet it retained the serpentine slithers of the former Sith Lord. "I am something a new, and yet still made of essence of this Hauntruss. I am a creation of malevolent resolve and dark purpose....like the devours of old, those ancient derriphans."

A wicked smile cracked across his blackened lips. Raising his head, and confident his legs had gained their mass and life, he walked by his old friend and inspected the chamber he awoke in.

"Please, call me Malpherran." he hissed. Turning his head to look back at Carnifex, his smile faded to a crooked frown. "What has happened to my home, to my Azazoth."