The Deepest Stomach [Darth Carnifex, Evelynn, Karn Zhakul, Darth Prazutis]

[Darth Voracitos]

Lorrd​

What do you call something hollow with substance within? A full stomach.

The Sith Emperor and his resurrected daughter stood by the seated "full stomach" of Voracitos as their shuttle touched down. His hollow flesh was impeccably the image of Voracitos as the Emperor knew him before the Invasion of Rhen Var, complete with his cybernetic eye and iconic hovering throne.

"I must warn you Emperor, I am sure you shall find this world and its reception of you quite quaint in comparison to your usual treatment. It is not meant to display any disrespect to your sovereignty, it simply makes a poor parade ground for that sort of grandeur. Slaves do not make the most truly patriotic of individuals, and the few free people on Lorrd maintain my libraries, universities, and government. I am sure you understand that theses are a busy people under my direction..." Voracitos intoned informatively. "Nonetheless, I have scrounged up a few soldiers to welcome you appropriately."

The shuttle door opened, and beyond it stood a dozen soldiers standing to either side of the ramp. Behind them each, something on the order of 100 impoverished slaves knelt on the ground with both knees, chained together. As the Imperials descended down the shuttle ramp, at once the slaves grovelled to the ground in submission to their opulent master. The soldiers saluted with their blasters at the Emperor's approach.

"I am glad you have come to witness history, old friend." Voracitos said mirthfully.

The group had touched down on the private landing pad of Darth Voracitos' Palace, a fortress dedicated to protecting the living Sith Lord's hedonism and desire for absolute control. No door opened without him knowing about it, and at least one generation has lived within these quarters without once seeing the light of day except those rare instances they are allowed near a windowed wall. A few generations have lived and died expanding the structure of the Palace deep within its catacombs beneath the artificial lake it rested within. In fact, the generations of slaves that have died below the Palace are wholesale unrelated to the generation of slaves within his Palace now living... the previous generations were expended to maintain the secrecy of the construction beneath the Palatial Grounds. The slaves now groveling at their feet, were new slaves, recently indentured from various successful raids and campaigns across the galaxy in the name of the Empire's conquest. After baking in the summer sun for hours, this would be the last time they breathed unfiltered air. For all intents and purposes, their last natural breath would be in the presence of both Voracitos, and his Emperor.

The doorway leading into the Palace opened at the coming of Darth Voracitos seemingly without need or purpose for recognition, the coming of the Palace's master was unmistakable by any technology or artifact the Sith Lord had installed. Despite the flesh he carried had never come from his mother, or manifested from the Netherworld, the doorway still opened. Even in spite of the fact that there were many such constructs of flesh throughout the galaxy at this very moment, the door opened because the mind of Voracitos willed it. In another sense, what the Emperor and his daughter had come to see, was quite similar to this mundane door responding to the presence of its master. The very gates of the Netherworld had become the doors of Voracitos, and he became ever closer to becoming the key holder for their locking and unlocking.

As they entered the Sith Lord's Palatial Bastion, he would begin to lead them deeper to the Palatial Vault, servants and doors both attending to and pampering the construct of Voracitos and his valued guests.

"What do you think of my abodes thus far, dear guests?" Voracitos rumbled amicably.

[member="Darth Carnifex"], [member="Evelynn"], [member="Karn Zhakul"], [member="Darth Prazutis"]

 

[Darth Carnifex]

"Pleasantries do not concern me this day, I have come to see results."

The disembarkation ramp lowered as the shuttle door opened, the Emperor being the first to descend onto the flat expanse before Voracitos' Palace. A pair of Crownguard, robed in crimson from neck to toe, flanked the Emperor at all times. His eyes scanned the assemblage of soldiers and slaves, a faint nod of approval at the display of supremacy over the weak by his contemporary Lord. Walking along, the Emperor took the time to appreciate the architecture at play in Voracitos' palace. The sweeping buttresses, the sharp angles, the recessions, and the towering pinnacles. Though only a passing purveyor of such art, the Emperor was keenly aware that there was power, real power, in geometry.

Utilized correctly, geometry could channel the power of the Dark Side.

It could even amplify it.

"It has been many years since I have set foot on Lorrd, my friend." The Emperor walked through the threshold, the power of the Dark Side permeating every square inch of the Palace. It was intoxicating, to say the least, the Emperor nodding approvingly. "But I am pleased to see what you have made of this world, for that is the greatest strength of the Sith; to shape the galaxy to fit out wants and needs. Soon all of the galaxy will submit to our will."

[member="Darth Voracitos"] | [member="Evelynn"] | [member="Karn Zhakul"] | [member="Darth Prazutis"]​

 

[Beatrice Govan]

There was naught but silence from the young woman that accompanied Sith Emperor, not particularly unusual given that she had formerly been a mute in her first life. It was a combination of two parts proper behaviour and one part restless unease. Before they had even touched down upon the landing pad Evelynn could feel it crawling beneath her skin, that urge, that need. This place was a hub of malevolence, a home for the Dark Side of the Force and it would only prove to amplify her desires.

Today would be a trial.

Composure would need to be kept. These were not the kind of scenarios that were suitable for rampant self-indulgence, at least not on her part, although given that their host was Darth Voracitos it was somewhat to be expected. The woman would attempt to operate on dignified instruction until told otherwise or until...

...no.

Her fixed expression was decidedly neutral as she surveyed the welcoming party, emerald eyes flitting over across the kneeling slaves as the very sight brought back memories of her own slaves. Evelynn's ego had never been so great as to care for such displays, no, she preferred to watch them die at the hands of her beasts. Wasteful, perhaps, but an absolute delight nonetheless.

Her gaze had to be shifted away, before fond pastimes of torn flesh and agonised screams pierced too far into her psyche. She might have looked to her father to find some notion of normalcy but that would have been most unwise, for his features also brought forth many a delightful memory, filled with naught but horror and crimson.

Instead her focus was directed towards their gluttonous host.

One had to marvel at the sheer size of him, likely made more dramatic by the contrast of her delicate frame beside him. What kind of monstrous appetites did it take to become like Darth Voracitos. Oh, but you know all about monstrous appetites, don't you? Everybody had their own individual desires, after all, some were just more tangible than others. She imagined that soon enough her own visage would be brought to ruin by her own form of lust. Not quivering layer upon layer of soft fat but rather vicious scar tissue, perhaps deeper than that, dismemberment even.

It seemed that there would be nowhere to cast her gaze that would curb such thoughts, but she could feel her mental fortitude ebbing away the further they delved into his domain.

“Potent, My Lord,” Evelynn responded rather stiffly as she surveyed the new layer of servants attending them. A black thought entered her mind, wondering that if she demanded harm from the serfs would they so oblige?

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[member="Darth Voracitos"] [member="Darth Carnifex"] [member="Karn Zhakul"] [member="Darth Prazutis"]

 

[Darth Voracitos]

Voracitos was silent to the Emperor's demand for results, either from lack of concern of punishment should he fail (impossible), or lack of attention. As a being which superseded the notion of a single body, his attention could never be fully capture to anyone place, not even for those who are his corporeal superior. Nonetheless, whenever the Eye of Voracitos washed through into the empty "conscious" of the fleshy construct which lead the Emperor and his spawn to the precipice of his realm, a certain ripple in the pond enticed his attention.

Where some Sith Lord's emotions could often flare up to the brink of desolation, when there was not a need for it many were often as calm and still as a pristine lake left undisturbed. However, in the earliest career of one harnessing the negative energies of the dark side, the emotions of acolytes, knights, and even the lesser Lord's of the Sith were often discordant, loud, and potently noticeable. Such a phenomena followed in the wake of the Sith Emperor, and it took some moments before Voracitos recognized that the fiery shadow was in fact not part of his fellow Lord, but a separate entity. It was not until it spoke that Voracitos saw it for the first time. A familiar desire emanated from the primeval intentions of the spark, a hunger which the flesh of Voracitos recognized.

The very energies of his palace, and the Vaults deep beneath (of which his construct lead them further down to), had a peculiar effect on the populace of Lorrd City. A ripple in the force which tugged and pulled passively at the minds above, allowing their most dominant consumptive characteristics to crest while suppressing their inhibitions to trough with the wave that spilled out into reality from his plane in Chaos. The effects were indeed potent over time, especially the ones most willing to let go of what holds them back.

"Indeed," Voracitos rumbled with a smile of genuine amusement.

Eventually, the three would arrive at the foot of the Palatial Vault, a gem encrusted golden door more massive than it really aught to be, inscribed with the most intricate patterns that could be etched by a generation of slaves. The Vault was barred with rods of Neuranium, creating virtually immovable barriers, and scrambling sensor equipment for a full kilometer. The heaviness of the bars was just barely palpable enough to cause irritation to those standing too closely to it by its gravitational warping. The expense into creating even this single door so decoratively opulent (to the point it loses all luster), would be enough to make the lowest peasant more fabulously wealthy than most planetary governments of note. No expense was spared to make this the most intimidating display of wealth ever seen on Lorrd, and perhaps even the entire Empire itself.

"This is the entrance to my personal Vaults, the first of many. Even I lack the clarity of memory to know exactly how many exist, but none of them matter to us today; there is only one Vault I have any interest in showing you. I am sure you both shall find the prize it holds within its confines will be... of great pleasure to you." The eyes of Voracitos exchanged glances with both the Emperor and Evelynn, as his emphasis lingered on his last word just slightly... while The Eye of Voracitos peered through its construct directly at the spawn of Zambrano. The gigantic Neuranium rods seemed to vanish at once as they simultaneously plummeted to the ground, releasing the mechanisms which kept the gargantuan entrance closed. The dull grinding of metal and stone shrieked into their ears as a gust of dead air wafted into the Palace as if some ancient banshee had been awakened, exhaling upon them for the first time in half a century.

Slowly, the maw of gluttony opened, and within it, uncountable teeth of greed. Thousands upon thousands, perhaps even millions of golden coins or valuable gems of all varieties, shapes, and sizes littered the chamber from floor to ceiling, wall to wall, save for a narrowing snaking path in the center. If the door alone was a testament to the wealth of Voracitos, than this chamber was the Revelation. They went deeper, and another chamber opened.

"Luckily, as the master of these Vaults, I posses certain privileges that shall expedite our descent..." Voracitos said as the previous chamber door closed behind them, along with the floor of the current chamber they were in descending downward at its master's will...

[member="Evelynn"], [member="Darth Carnifex"], [member="Karn Zhakul"]