The girl in the corner

[Credius Nargath]

A man is only a man when he has confronted his sins, a sith is only a sith when he has conquered his fears. Relish in your sins, so you may feed on the fear that looms within that dark corner of your mind.​

-Darth Alepsis​

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The girl, staring at him from the corner of the room, her eyes white and hollow, her form vague and hard to determine within the shadows. Gaunt, bent, crooked and broken. Her mouth opened, black liquid pouring out, splattering upon the ground, staining the marble floor, being absorbed into the stone, expanding further and further.

Pain roiled through his entire body, his muscles contracting, his tendons feeling as if they were slowly snapping, his breath stuck within his lungs. His heart racing, pulsating at an alarming rate, while his skin felt as if it was crackling and shredding like old parchment. The liquid rose out of the marble, black oozing tendrils reaching for him as the image of the girl in the corner shimmered, like static on a screen it seemed to traverse through the room, until she stood atop his bed, bending through her knees, her thin, ghoulish fingers reaching for his face as she showed a wicked grin. "Do you remember?"

With his eyes wide open, the man could hardly react when sh dug her nails deep within his flesh, yet before things could escalate, he woke up...sweat having formed like glossy pearls upon his forehead, yet his entire body felt cold. Credius sat up straight, looking around his room, noticing that everything within it was covered with rime. The windows of his luxurious bedroom were covered with frost. However, he did not shiver, he himself felt like he was burning up from the inside. "I need my painkillers," Was all he could utter as he stepped out of his bed and walked over to a small cupboard standing in between his windows. Grabbing for a small plastic bottle, the Viceroy took of the cap and dropped half a dozen of tablets upon his hand, which he quickly raised towards his mouth. As he managed to swallow the pills and placed the bottle back into the cupboard, Credius closed his eyes and let out a sigh of relief as he could feel his pain slowly ebbing away, his temperature dropping as his body seemed to stabilize itself. "Soon...soon I will no longer need these ridiculous coping mechanisms."

Slowly he opened his eyes, letting out another sigh. However, halfway through this sigh, he could feel his temperature drop way below the expected norm, his heart almost stopped as his lungs seemed to freeze up completely. The frost upon the windows had changed, something being writted within it.

REMEMBER​

 

[Credius Nargath]

He almost stumbled over one of his bedposts, his hand reaching for his chest as he struggled to put one feet in front of another. The man reached for the door, the room spinning wildly around him as he barely managed to open the door. He felt sick to his stomach, his breathing ragged and shallow, sweat rolling off the side of his face as he wandered into the pale, moonlit corridors of the palace. Just a few more doors, he was almost there...

"Do you remember?"​

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The viceroy stumbled, his legs buckling as he dropped to the floor. He tried to look over his shoulder, only to see her. At the furthest end of the corridor, she was standing, surrounded by darkness and shadows the girl, gaunt and bent, broken and misshapen looked at him with hollow, dead white eyes. His breath became even more shallow, growing more ragged and rapid as he noticed she was shimmering towards him, increasing her pace exponentially the closer she got.

"Do you remember?"​

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With all the willpower he had, the primal strength that resided within his bones forced the man to stand again, no longer stumbling or fumbling, but wildly running through the corridor. He could hear the haunting wail, the ghoulish cackle coming from behind him, yet he dared not turn around. He could not and would not face this one, of all of them, not this one, not her. He could hold them all at bay, exterminate all of them, but not her...not her.

He ran and ran, as fast as he could, until he reached the metal door he had been desperately searching for. He had all but forgotten about her, but at that time, that moment he had found his newest apprentice, his mind wandered, his protections failed him and he had let her out. He had foolishly allowed her to escape, not remembering why he had put her away in the first place, why he was so affraid, so terrified to the very core of his soul.

The door slid open and Credius made his mistake, he turned around. She stood right in front of him, her mouth opening and the black liquid spraying at him, pushing him into the room with the mirrored surfaces on the walls, floor and ceiling. His focusing room, the place where he had been so foolish to set her free. As he slammed with his back against one of the walls, the door slid close, yet she had already entered the room, shimmering towards him in an instant, her hand pressing against his chest. "I will MAKE you remember."

 

[Credius Nargath]

A young man watched the suns rise into the sky, it was truly a beautiful morning. He let the crisp, fresh breeze flutter through his silvery blonde long hair, letting it dance on the tune of the inaudible waltz the wind was conducting. His silver eyes gazed upon that which he had accomplished, a woman stood next to him, her red hair tightly braided in a single bun on the back of her head, her fiery eyes looking at himwith approval as a cruel smile appeared on her face. Below them, deep within a chasm, there were great fires, smoldering remains of a secluded tribe of mystics. They called themselves the Daysisters, practicing foul magic, thinking themselves healers, protectors of the souls of the galaxy. Darth Alepsis called them fools, utterly pointless practitioners of demented traditions, perverted users of the force who had to be cleansed.

The young man turned around when he heard a shuffle behind him: a half dead girl, no older than a dozen years, still smoldering from the fire which had burned her, her back broken and every limb angled wrongly. Despite the state of her body, the girl managed to use the force to push away the woman with the red hair before she leapt through the air towards the young man.

Her thin, burned fingers grasped for his throat as they tumbled upon the ground together. She cried, she wailed, she laughed with utter madness and grief. Trying to squeeze the life out of the young man, wrapping her fingers around his throat with allthe strength her broken body could hope to muster. "Pathetic little girl," The young man's eyes turned from silver white to bloodred, his skin growing pale and a few thin blue lines appeared upon his face like the veins within marble stone. "You think you can stop me? You think your broken, pain-wracked, frail body and shattered mind can withstand the might that I wield? I, Darth Halcyon pity you, child...for you fight for a lost cause, you struggle in vain."

With a mere flick of his wrist, he launched the girl off of him, forcing her to slide over the dusty ground, opening wounds, tearing off the burned skin and shredding her flesh upon sharp stones and rocks. "You dare think you could accost me with your filthy little body? You think you can stop an inevitable force, you think you can stop your very reckoning...pitiful little girl."

Again, he flicked his wrist, pulling the girl closer to him and lifting her off of the ground. Her eyes had turned blank and her body no longer showed any signs of life. The young man seemed to gind this rather amusing, hilarious even. So he pulled her closer to him, making the lifeless body float in the air a mere few inches away from him. "Pathetic little girl...let me lay you to rest with the other fools of your kind," He turned around, holdingthe girl's lifeless body over the edge of the chasm. Yet, when he had decided to release his grip on her with the force, the lifeless girl's eyes suddenly turned white and her hands graped his clothes with an unnaturally firm grip.

"I damn you, slayer of sisters. You shall not have a day without our torment and our judgment looming over you. We will have our vengeance, we will be there when you are awake, when you eat, when you bathe, when you hunt and pray, we will be their when you sleep, in your dreams. Until all that's left is pain and madness, despair and agony. Your house will end in ashes, your blood will end in dust, you will..."​

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"Just die already, you pathetic worm," A lightsaber ignited, stabbing through the chest of the child's body, after which it shuddered and fell limp. With a single scoff the young man dropped the remains down into the chasm with the rest of the bodies. "Pathetic mystics, do they really think they can scare me with their foolish witchcraft?"

 

[Credius Nargath]

He suddenly woke up, his eyes wide open with veins popping out of the bloodred pupils. He looked at the manifestation of his guilt and dark desires, the manifestation of his hatred, of his sin within the mirror. He could see how blue veins crept up his pale, alabaster skin. The deformed, gaunt and quite frankly ghoulish looking girl floating behind him. As she stretched out a finger towards the strangely liquid metal reflecting their appearance, a single touch of said finger formed ripples through the liquid metal, until it instantly stopped, forcing the viceroy to look at the form of his past, young self and that of the girl, before she had been beaten, broken and mutilated by his actions. "I...I remember."

"It's about time."​

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The girl's lips curled upwards in a vicious grin, her eyes turning white and hollow, her form slowly regressing back to that of the spirit which had been haunting Credius for so long now. "You are a cruel, vindictive man," Black liquid poured out of her every orifice, slowly pooling beneath her and smothering even the Sith Lord's feet. He tried to move his feet, but strangely felt as if doing so would make him sink deeper and deeper within the oozing liquid. It was as if he was being drawn into this liquid, which felt like cold tar, sticking like glue to his skin. "I told you, you would not know rest, not know peace...you were a fool to think you could outrun this curse of mine."

"A curse...yes," He could feel the cold grasp at his heart, his skin trembling as everything within himself screamed out in pain and agony. The Sith Lord realised he had done many things wrongly, he had sinned so much ever since that faithful day, having never looked back at this curse. Always wondering who this apparition within his mind was, that girl in the corner of his eyes, always watching him, waiting, simply doing all of that for the right time to strike, a single moment of weakness, a lapse of judgment perhaps. "I have sinned, killed so many people...but I still don't see what you think makes you right in this matter. You were part of a bunch of heretics, perversions within the force, a tumor which had to be cut of for the rest of us to grow. What makes you any better than me, who has lived with it all and who has gone through it all?"

The haunting figure seemed rather shocked by this admonition, dropping the sith lord deeper within the black ooze. "You are the one who sinned, who killed and butchered innocent lives, you've feared this moment for all your life. The moment your sins and your fear would catch up to you. You...are nothing but ... a monster.