Fear. It was a scent as much as it was an emotion, a taste even, for those who lived and breathed on the Dark Side. And as the darkness began to fade around her, exposing her bright blonde hair that framed those two emerald eyes, the fear that pumped through the acolyte's system was audible with the beat of his heart, the ragged breathing of mental exhaustion, and the stumbling of his backpedaling feet as he tripped over debris that had been a result of the quick little confrontation between Sith and failures. A step forwards felt like a century passing by in the briefest of seconds, and it was at that point that the man stiffened, his body rigid like wood, as if he had no control over his own motor functions and simply stared into her predatory eyes - eyes which seemed to stare directly into his soul as her smirk became a grin, and that grin a smile. Looking at her beautiful face, so near perfect, was at that moment like looking into the face of death - of fate itself. In that moment she held complete control over the situation, never having to result to intimidation through violence in order to keep the cultist under her icy grasp, and not once did she contemplate throwing away the opportunity presented to her. Presented to them. What made her so delightfully two-faced was not that she was capable of great evil while appearing so good, it was that she had a certain duality to her that almost spoke out as two separate persons. 'Hear and obey; I am Darth Vitium, heir to the will of the Order of Sith Lords. I seek out your master, he whom you worship that is deceased. Bring me to his tomb, lest I need to resort to magicks beyond your comprehension to break your will.' Came the honeyed voice of the Sith in the ears of the acolyte, so quiet and soft that the tone of an underlying threat could almost go unnoticed. Almost.
A small nod came from the Malevolence worshiper, who seemed to understand what her threat meant - or at least seemed to grasp the gravity of his situation enough to agree. No words came from the man as he turned and began to lead her inwards and onward, towards the tomb of the great Andeddu, a Sith Lord of considerable weight within the very small population of those capable of Sith magic, and closer still to her goal - a holocron that had seemed lost from the annals of many, perhaps known greatest by few. She sought the holocron of heresies, and though others trailed behind her, she and perhaps they unaware of the other, it was within her grasp still - none could take it from her lest it be pried from her cold, dead, hands. Obsession was her only passion, and knowledge was her obsession. Knowledge and an unquenchable thirst for power.
She would inherit Bane's legacy.
"So you have understood the value of using the weak to serve a purpose rather than killing them like some ruthless killer? Good... good. Never forget, however, that there is a line between that manipulation through malevolence and that of benevolent foolishness. Never allow the weak to live when they have no purpose to fulfill, and do not seek out a purpose to justify their means of existence. You are a Sith, the greatest predator of the galaxy - survival is only for the fittest, make it so." Began the familiar lecturing voice in her head, always mocking her, trying to teach her things she already knew. It was odd, truly, to have such a self-hating conscious, one which sought not to teach something new, but to build upon and improve the old. "I am aware, though I do not intend to allow this little mongrel to live once it has fulfilled its purpose. I have heard of some tricks employed within old Sith ruins, I will not be lured into a trap." She responded dismissively within her head, as though speaking through thought. In truth she did not know whom the voice was, whether it was her consciousness or a split personality that never seemed to fade away. What she did know, however, was that it spoke louder and more confidently the closer she had grown to Prakith, and sought out the information necessary to find the holocron because of it. There was a connection, she was almost certain of it, but it would not be to use her - it was her connection to use, to bring her closer to greatness, greatness that she knew that would one day be hers to wield, to rule with.
