Enemies: [member="Argis Volmir"] (Dead Meat), [member="Coren Starchaser"], [member="Zak Amroth"], [member=Racket], [Trash Family: [member="Yula Perl"], [member="Zef Halo"], [member="Mav Vohaloveer"]]
Allies: [member="Kyrel Ren"], [member="Taeli Raaf"], [member="Adenn Kyramud"], [member="Romi Jade"]
Followers: The Coven of Gluttony, including the
Lady Envy, and the
Savant Wrath
There was a moment where it felt as if the world was still, with Argis suspended in the air, and Voracitos realized this to be his opponents perception. The Jedi had found a critical moment in time, and now contemplated how to break it. The futures granted by precognition were not always so reliable when facing another cretin gifted with the prospects of the force, particularly when no physical danger was presented. It would seem that in the few moments that they had with one another, the despicable Jedi had learned a valuable lesson in dealing with the spiritually enlightened Sith - don't bother with his physical body, attack his bonds and possessions. Of course, that is the lesson he will
eventually arrive to by the time his consciousness has been suspended for long enough.
That much, at least, is what his
own vision of the future predicted. There was nothing he could do to prevent the outpouring beacon of light, no method of the dark side that could reasonably match such efficient purge of the dark side. Nothing he could engage fast enough before he initiated, of course. One thing was certain, though, he could no longer delegate this issue away. That would have been a good thing of course, if not for the unfortunate losses he was about to sustain,
irrecoverable losses. There was nothing more damning than the concept of irrecoverable, and there was nothing Voracitos hated with as much passion.
Thus, when the flash of light reverberated off his opponents armor, Voracitos was already prepared. As the spirits behind Argis turned in revulsion before disintegrating into a second death, now subjects to permanent oblivion, Voracitos' right hand rose and from it the deep viridian glow of lightning began to penetrate through the white light. It was thick and hungry like its master, absorbing the light as it went, overpowering its withering touch with a consumption the likes of which Argis has never seen before, or likely ever will again. It came with such strength and heat it burned the atmosphere, atomized every particle in its path, and pushing what remained ahead of it. Like a beam of unadulterated malevolence, the Sith Lightning would find its path on a collision course with the chest of Argis, with enough potent energy and heat to not only produce a kinetic thunder clap strong enough to send even his hulking mass a dozen meters away, but enough to potentially melt the ultrachrome of his armor... universally across all its connected segments due to its unique distributive properties. That was only a fortunate potential side effect, though, while the only true purpose of the lightning being to push away his aggressor with the full brunt of his hatred, to communicate just what sort of danger the Jedi was in at this very moment.
Numerous souls across his body began to disintegrate as this happened, withering in their second deaths, all of them shrieking in the light. Spirits were destroyed, bonds were severed, and several spirits just managed to escape before total destruction. In the process the bare flesh of Voracitos began to become more and more released, revealing beneath huge swathes of "flesh" which were purely alchemical in nature. The bulk of his body was no longer entirely human, after being imprisoned within an alchemical cocoon of his own accidental making for a decade. A constant reminder of his defeat against the currently sitting Emperor. The alchemy holding those bits of flesh together cracked slightly under the harsh light, enraging the Sith Lord further. All across the Lost City of the Jedi, and indeed the galaxy itself, many of his servants paused painfully for a moment as they felt hundreds of bonds to their master loosen, and thus found their own powers of the Nethermantic souls in their possession lessen. Voracitos felt this and knew this, and it only added fuel to the coursing fire he propelled from his right hand. Loss was an excellent motivator, and no one experienced loss quite like a greedy man.
After this, there would be no more tests, no more games.
Only obliteration.
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As the phantom of Joza Perl steeped in the dark side (the smoke demon set out to destroy [member="Zef Halo"]), found itself buried under the tunnel, it continued in its hunt unabated by material obstacles. However, the force of focus which had summoned it here into the material plane, the Lady Envy, wavered into nothingness. The tunnel came down, and it was everything the Savant Wrath could do to protect his fellow Hungered Vassal from the rubble. He utilized all the strength he could manage, but still it wasn't enough, because deep in both their hearts they felt the sudden weakening of their master, and thus the sudden weakening of themselves.
"ENVY!" The Savant shrieked,
"SULFUR!" His faced contorted into a roar, the witch clambered underneath him, found the giants drug and put it to his nose. With a heavy inhalation, the Devorian found a renewed strength and pushed against gravity. The Lady Envy found her focus decimated, but she tried as quickly as she could to regain it. Both were clawing at survival, and the only stood a chance together. In the moment, she didn't even care about the lives of her other subjects. Thus in that moment, as she regained focus beneath the struggling form of her giant alien companion, she began to revoke the souls she allowed her subjects. These apparitions would quickly return to her, leaving behind weak and wretched forms strewn about the Lost City devoid of the strength they had come with. They would become food for the beasts and other malicious spirits here. It was a necessary sacrifice for her survival. Renewed with strength, she utilized her powers to push against the collapsed tunnel, and together with the Savant Wrath find a means of escape.
As for the Smoke Demon she had released, however, it no longer had a master focusing on it, and now it roamed forward into the Lost City to attack and kill whoever it encountered...
