The Cure for Madness: Obsession?

[Via Dolorosa]

The Sith Knight strolled through the Sith temple on Coruscant in a deep and heated debate with herself; or it would appear to others on the outskirts of her mind. In truth, she had allowed herself to be drawn into another argument with not one, but all five of the voices in her head. Her head would transform into an cacophony when all five fought one another to get her attention. Darth Portia and Darth Sakoi were arguing over nonsense, both trying to drag her into it. Darth Vemion was growing wary of repeatedly answering questions from Hiero Ti'zoi; both trying to get her to engage in sides. And then there was Darth Zero, his consistent bizarre notions, well, she wanted no part of those.

Finally reaching her breaking pointe, she stopped in the middle of the temple and screamed, "Stop! All of you just stop!" The others around halted their activities and conversations to stare at the mentally unstable Sith, knowing her creepy and disturbing reputation for lashing out for no apparent reason. When Darth Venefica felt eyes on her, she placed her left hand on her hilt looking at each and everyone of them. "Can we help you with something? Perhaps a refresher course in how your rudeness can lead to unforeseen accidents." When none wish to openly challenge the Dagobah Sith, she scoffed at them then continued her walk to the temple's outside courtyard, to be alone in her madness. In truth, she was never alone.

Her black eyes stared out across the courtyard, seeing nothing in particular when she felt her left hand moving toward her weapon. She slightly cocked her head to the left trying to determine what was the cause of this. She tried to stop it but found she couldn't completely. She was fighting whatever force that was behind this but the voices would not keep quiet enough, causing her to split her focus; hushing them and stopping what was transpiring before her eyes.

The traitorous hand gripped her weapon, unclasped it, and began to turn the metallic cylinder around so the opening was pointing at her. She began to laugh at this display. Whatever or whomever was doing this had amused her, even when her hand placed it against her body, directly over her chest. She didn't fear death. To her, death was the freedom from the voices, freedom from her madness, and freedom from the haunting visions she had been getting lately from them. Then she felt a strong presence in the Force. The sweet smell of the Dark Side radiating from this individual awakened a hunger in her, making her crave more. And she always wanted more. Always.

[member="Lord Kataklysmos"]​

 

[Lord Kataklysmos]

The Sith Lord that had disappeared for over a decade appeared before [member="Darth Venefica"] from the shadows. He frowned at her and paced around her without so much as a word. The Sith Lord walked with a limp, his body was clearly beginning to give out on him.

"Why burn ants?" He asked her still not relinquishing her hand. "Because it's fun?" He pondered as he pulled gloves from beneath his cloak. He slowly and deliberately put them on showing his control of the situation as well as testing her patience.

He looked into the air seemingly considering the answer. "Because we can." He placed the idea forward with more confidence. "Because it makes us feel like a god, knowing that we have the power to snuff out an insignificant life." He nodded. "Yes." He said waving his right hand as if composing a song. "I can see the allure in it..." He smiled a decrepit smile.

Suddenly he frowned, "But in the end it remains insignificant.... in life and death." He posed the perspective. "What is your name child?"

 

[Via Dolorosa]

She stared at the mysterious being that crept from the shadows like a predator, calculating and plotting how to pounce on it's prey. Immediately she became mesmerized by the beauty of this creature; and when he spoke, his magnificent voice sounded like a well choreographed symphony, conducted for her and her alone. She no longer cared that he held her life in his hands, for this life was no longer hers. This being had now awoken another craving inside her, she needed him but not in a sexual way, she simply needed him. Could he be the answer to her years of loneliness? Could he be the one that made her whole, no longer two halves struggling to find completion?

Laughter roared from her as she shook her head, getting a grip on herself. "We can do anything. We can kill because we can. We can destroy because it's in our power to do so. We can create a sphere a fear to encompass the entire galaxy. I know no gods beautiful one. And if gods stood before us...we probably kill them as well. Gods create the weak...and the Dark Side created us to kill the weak. So in essence beautiful one, do you wish to be a god? We don't." Once more she gave into laughter then abruptly stopped.

"Darth Venefica. The mad Sith to those who cowardly speak behind our back." She turned her head toward the temple snarling at it. "Dead cowards one day." The Sith Knight was well aware she was different, perhaps not in a good way, but she didn't need fools speaking of it. The Dagobah Sith was also aware that others chose to avoid her company because she was unpredictable, unstable, and a danger to everything around her. She had killed another Sith from behind while he was engaged with the enemy, because she wanted the glory of killing the enemy. She wasn't a murderer, just an opportunist.

[member="Lord Kataklysmos"]​

 

[Lord Kataklysmos]

Lord Kataklysmos considered her words carefully. The term 'sphere of fear' he had particularly liked. The show of power to impress others was something he knew about hence the reason he had the mad Sith pinned. Her response was at least more than he was expecting.

"Yes." He nodded, "That's the key." He smiled showing his decaying teeth.

"Make the greater galaxy quiver in fear of us. The psychological advantage of being unstable..." He began to slowly clap... ever so slowly. He stepped forward getting into her personal space. He reached out petting her hair as if she were an animal. "I could see the advantage of having you around."

He studied her with his eyes the way a scientist would. He reached out and grabbed her left wrist and moved her arm effortlessly. He pulled it up to her cheek and reached for the button but at the last minute it seemed he changed his mind. He took a step back and admired the picture he was painting, all very slowly and deliberately. "My dear..." He said moving her hand once more beyond her hilt now extending past her head. He ignited her blade. It hissed to life burning a few hairs on her head. Her left ear was surely to feel the warmth of the blade, "...I'm the god who creates the strong."

He turned around so his back was to her and took a step forward. He extended both his arms out as if he was being crucified and he released [member="Darth Venefica"] from his spell. With blade the blade already ignited and in her hand he was hers to kill... that is if she wanted to throw the knowledge she clearly craved away so easily.

 

[Via Dolorosa]

The black eyes of the Vahla closed when his fingers moved through her hair, feeling more and more complete by the second. She felt as the world had come to a complete stop, every species holding in their breath waiting for the moment of release as they slowly exhaled in unison. She was slightly aware of him moving her arm or how he singed a few strands of her hair. She felt the heat from her own blade inches from her ear, but she quivered in delight. She was in awe of this individual's power, and she wanted it. Finally, she had been released from his spell, in control of her body was more, and gazed down at her own ignited blade with a sinister smile.

Slowly she took up a position behind him, placing the crimson blade an inch from his neck while placing her free hand on his lekku. "You are brave to release us after that little display...we have killed for less. But we are no fool. Killing you will only deny what we seek...and we do not wish to see that happen." There was much she could learn from him, power beyond her wildest imagination. Under his tutelage she would become more powerful, installing a deeper root of fear in her rivals while becoming a powerful Sith, one that legends are made of.

"We pledge ourselves to your teachings, beautiful one." She powered down her weapon then slowly whispered into his ear, "Fail us beautiful one and we shall kill you...slowly. Perhaps beautiful one, we might kill you once we have no need for you...or we may simply let you live in the knowledge that we have become your master." She took a step back and laughed. Inside her head, she could hear the five voices laughing with her. She wondered if this gorgeous creature knew what he was really getting himself into. He may be the Master and is was apparent to her she was drawn to him but she was the venomous spider that lured her prey to the web, slowly consuming it until there was nothing left to devour.

[member="Lord Kataklysmos"]​

 

[Lord Kataklysmos]

Perhaps he was taking a gamble giving a psychopath the option to kill him but his years of experience determined that his gamble was one that would pay off in the end. He was pretty sure that his plan would work but he knew that only random chaos would appeal to the likes of her. Placing his life in the hands of one so psychotic was psychotic in its own right and for that he would win respect in some capacity.

He felt the warmth of her blade approaching his neck. While he did not expect it to go so far, he did not move a muscle. She whispered the sweet nothings of empty threats and smiled. Yes, he knew all too well that everyone loved being in control and for that brief moment [member="Darth Venefica"] was.

He turned to face her putting his arms down. He gritted his teeth forming a smile. He laughed contemplating leaving her standing there for a week with no sustenance in his very real webs, an extremely rare power the Sith of new had forgotten. His hand beneath his cloak began spinning the dark side into a web but reconsidered proving his point and showing one of his better tricks. He had shown her enough power for one day.

"That.... was.... the.... one...." He said with a cackle, " and only opportunity you would have at my life, deary." He said exuding confidence and malice. He was less cordial now and his eyes burned with an intensely stern look she would likely not find elsewhere.

 

[Via Dolorosa]

"Beautiful and confident," she commented returning her weapon to its resting place. He was wrong in his assumption, she was a methodical opportunist who blew many a candle flame out; forever casting her victims in complete darkness. However, there was nothing to be gained for her if he was struck down by her or anyone. He possessed what she wanted, and she would not allow this opportunity to pass her by. So she would delegate herself as his protector, defending him and killing any and all that opposed him. He was hers!

"So beautiful one...do you have a name?" His name wasn't really important to her per se, but it was important to his continuing survival if she was to safe guard him against rivals and all manners of dangers. Sith were well known to rise in power on the backs of their dead rivals, and most Sith had loose tongues; speaking and boasting about their plans openly. With a name to attach to him, she could listen for it spoken upon the lips of his enemies, and crush them before whatever plan they were preparing could come to fruition.

[member="Lord Kataklysmos"]​

 

[Lord Kataklysmos]

Lord Kataklysmos smiled. She referred to him as beautiful when in reality he was far from the majority accepted concept of beauty. The woman was crazy, that much was certain... but her insanity was what drew him to her. She would be his protector and her behavior was everything he needed in a student.

"I have had many names, but the most commonly accepted is Lord Kataklysmos." He said with a nod. "And you my dear, will be mine to fix. Mine to mold with the correct ideas of the Dark side...." He sighed, "No longer shall you be manipulated by false prophets. You will be forever changed by your experiences."

 

[Via Dolorosa]

She said his name a couple of times loving both the sound of it and how it rolled off her lips. And she loved the idea she was to be his, to mold and reshape into something more powerful than she already was. They would have a strong bond, one that would install fear into any that made the fatal mistake of challenging them. It was like the Rule of Two all over again, a Master to hold the power and a student craving the knowledge. However, the Rule of Two had failed and the One Sith embraced the ideas of a Sith Empire.

"Then teach us...mold us...make us an instrument of death Beautiful One. We seek to learn all your knowledge," she said as a cold smile slowly appeared on her face. "From this day forward, your enemies shall be our enemies...you will be the judge and we your executioner."

[member="Lord Kataklysmos"]​

 

[Lord Kataklysmos]

He nodded slightly. "Come." He commanded of her as he began to walk down the hall. "There is work to be done." He said coldly. She was to be his loyal subject, his standout amongst the rest for her personality was addictive and he was now the drug she needed to survive. Every moment they would spend together she would become further ensnared in his web. There was mind control and then there was the power to change the way someone thought. She was to be the test subject and the heir apparent to his legacy.


Ooc: I shall start a training thread here soon. PM me again everything you want to work on. [member="Darth Venefica"]