What Lies Within

[Rosa Gunn]

She was silent as the half carried, half dragged her up the mountains. Force collar still clamped about her neck she was powerless to stop them, the effects of the Dark Lord's mind games still left her confused. With each aching step, the effects wore off. With each limp, she began to realize what she had done.

Her stomach twisted in disgust, her heart screamed in despair as she recalled heavy hands upon her, eliciting fiery responses. Rosa had given herself to him. She lost her footing and slipped on the path, her injured leg giving way beneath her. Her escort was shouting something ta her, but she became deaf to him and numb to the kick he swung at her when she didn't respond. She'd given herself willingly to the Dark Lord of the One Sith. She'd broken a vow to a man she loved.

Tears began to carve fresh tracks down her face and the world came rushing back with noise and pain as another kick came her way. She yelped and let them haul her to her feet. She'd no idea where they were taking her only that it could not end well. She watched her feet, watched the well trodden path beneath her feet, stepping carefully over protruding rocks trying to ignore the pain that each step brought.

The rough path changed to smooth stone. Rosa looked up, her heart moving to her throat, her mouth becoming dry as they tugged at her again to urge to march up the stone staircase. The Temple of Vahla awaited her.

Bowls of fire lay upon the threshold, their ember light dancing among the pillars, giving life to shadows, creating ghosts. Fear crept along her spine as the pulled her inside and cast her to the floor.

The collar about her neck clicked and dropped to the floor.

[member="Darth Isolda"]

 

[Darth Isolda]

|| [member="Rosa Gunn"] [member="Darth Odium"] ||​

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A throaty chuckle would come bubbling forth with sadistic pleasure. Soft glistaweb silk would whisper upon the Eye of the Dark Lord's slender limbs, the light of the pyre's reflecting across Isolda's mirrored orbs.

[SIZE=10.5pt]"Such an honor... is it not?" [/SIZE] would come her throaty purr upon thick black velvet. Sultry as it would echo with the Dark Lord's power, a power that Rosa would very well recognize as that which had sent her body aflame. Bare feet would pad over gracefully to the fallen woman, the whisper of Vahl handmaidens entering in singular unified file behind the Chosen of Vahl.

Her nostrils would give the slightest of twitches, as if the musky scent of that which still lingered about the empath only increased her amusement.

A hand would bend down, intending to latch tattoo'd fingers upon Rosa's chin to force those tear stained eyes upon her own.

[SIZE=10.5pt]"Even now... your body trembles in the wake of his delight." [/SIZE] That was the most traitorous of all. That in the rousing of her pleasure, the Dark Lord managed to permeate the most intimate sanctuaries within a woman's mind. He would have elicited responses that would not be denied, a coiling twisted pleasure pain that would forever haunt the empath at Isolda's feet.

 

[Rosa Gunn]

Shame.

Shame was what she felt.

She recoiled from the Chosen's finger, jerking her head away avoiding the woman's gaze. She felt shame, because Isolda was right. She was sad because she could still feel the tremors of pleasure, because some part of her that she did not kow existed had enjoyed it, had reveled in it. Not because of its nature, but because of who he was, because of the power he stood for.

And somewhere, Rosa hungered for that power.

She lowered her head to the floor and squeezed her eyes shut, letting out a heartfelt sob.

I'm so sorry Seydon.

[member="Darth Isolda"]

 

[Darth Odium]

[member="Darth Isolda"] [member="Rosa Gunn"]

Odium walked to the two women and waved a hand dismissing the guards. His scared body wrapped in the pitch black tattoo's that wound their way from ankle to neck. was exposed except for the long robes around his waist. His large hand moved and touched the back of his Master and rubbed up to her shoulders as he looked at the woman on the ground.

<<She is the chosen vessel of our Lord?>> he said to Isolda's mind, <<Even now her body reacts, changes. She will be a perfect template.>>

He ran his hand along his master's shoulder as he stepped around her not hiding his appreciation of her own form as he looked on that of the other. He knelt down and reached out to her mind, his twisted form of hate wafting from him in waves as thousands of souls screamed behind his black eyes.

<<What he did is only the beginning woman, but don't worry I am far more tender than I look.>> He stood and stepped behind her then bent down to haul her up. His frame was not as big as that of the Dark Lord but he was a broad shoulder being. and her weight would be nothing. <<You may learn to enjoy us soon. Maybe as much as we will enjoy your company.>>

 

[Darth Isolda]

|| Rosa Gunn Darth Odium ||​

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The stroke of scarred olive fingers would run across the length of her bare back, eliciting a hiss of pleasure at the presence of her apprentice.

Her Lich King.

There was an addictive quality to Darth Odium, one that only could be attained by the draining of more than a million souls. His mere presence was intoxicating. One could feel the wail of those tortured souls that he kept bound within the heart of the crystal he wore.

There was approval in her gaze, her chin rising in accord as his words would flow over like thick decadent silk.

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[SIZE=10.5pt]"A perfect vessel. Her glory upon her form shall reap wonders for all to see..." [/SIZE] Laughter would bloom from Isolda's delicate throat, and inky dipped fingers would tighten her grip upon Rosa's chin, forcefully turning the woman to turn her gaze towards her now held within Odium's arms. Oil would smear upon her skin, perfumed with Paluruvu, smearing that soporific scent that would excite her senses upon the woman's flesh.

Her gaze would bore upon Roas', as if peering into her very soul. Nails would lightly start to dip into her tender flesh as Isolda would take stock of the delicate skin scraped by the shadow of a jaw, her swollen lips, and that desperate craving the Empath would try her best to hide. To deny.

Her thumb would start to trace across the fullness of Rosa's lower lip, until they glistened like lip gloss. That spicy smell of of paluruvu would soak into her skin like a warm rush.

"͝F́or ̸th̶is shal̷l̶ n̕ot̶ b͜e̸ th͟e̛ ͞ónl̸y time̢ ̸you̧ ҉w͘il͟l b͟u͞rn͢," came her prophetic words. Power would roll, thick like a nebulous cloud, the smoking incense jars swinging from the hands of the five Vahla Handmaidens.

"́N̨ơ...̡t̨ha̛t c̷rav͏i͝n̴g ͟wi̶ll͏ ͞o̕nl̵y̕ i̕nténsif͝y͏.͏" ̢ she said, as that cloud of incense would swirl around Odium and Rosa. Carsunum, a rare and highly illegal spice varient mined on Sevaros II. Its use would grant a boost of both mental and physical abilities as well as a pleasurable sense of well being -- but combined with the oil...it would feel like the desire Rosa felt would always be there just under the surface, like an alcoholic who can never take another drink for fear that one drink will never be enough to satisfy that thirst.

"͏En͢gul͢f yo͘u̷, ̸as ҉you f̡eas͢t̷ u҉pon̛ ͠t͡h͠e̕ s̕ensa͏ti͠o̷ns̵ ͜of͏ ͘al̵l ͟th̕a̢t l͜i͝v̛e͏s a̛nd brea̡t̕heş.͝ ̡ T͝h͞e ga͘la̡x̷y.͢" the Power of the Dark Side would rise, just as those molten pools of silver would start to swirl, blend, until they were but polished stones of obsidian.


"̢Ùn͜t̶il ͘a̴ll th̢at͏ ̨i̸s l͜e̕ft..͜.̧i͘s t́hę ͝v͜e͘s̛se̛l ͢of tru͜e ̶dep̴ra͞vi͠t̕y͡.͞"

 

[Rosa Gunn]

I am Rosa Gunn. Wife to Seydon of Arda. I am Ashla.

Odium hauled her up. She tensed in his grip.

I am Rosa Gunn. Wife to Seydon of Arda. I am Ashla.

Those eyes. That smell. Her eye lids fluttered and she felt herself relax as the oil took effect, leaving a tingling sensation in its wake. She tired to tear her gaze away but she couldn't. The power that washed over her drew out fresh hunger, and her eyes prickled with amber.

I am Rosa Gunn....Wife to Seydon of Arda...I am....

The incense carved intricate paths across the air as it engulfed them, Rosa gave a half hearted struggle, and tried to shake her head clear. "No..." she muttered.

I am Rosa Gunn....Wife....

Her mind seemed to explode, eyes widening as the drug took its affect. There were no barriers, those she'd worked to put in place were gone. There was despair in the air about her, she could taste the fear of the souls clinging to Odium, their wails loud in her mind, echoing and pleading.

I...am..Rosa...

She could feel the devotion in the Chosen, the touch of a power that she craved. Eye's rolled into the back of her head and she shuddered in Odium's grasp. For a moment, she didn't move, slowly her eyes opened revealing amber in the place of brown.

"You will regret all you have done."

[member="Darth Isolda"] [member="Darth Odium"]

 

[Darth Odium]

[member="Darth Isolda"] [member="Rosa Gunn"]

Odium's head tresses snaked toward the woman with an obvious hunger as he literally smelled the emotions raising in her, passion, fear, anger, resistance. It was nearly to much to resist. He pulled het against him as he breathed in the incense willingly. He felt his own body react to the spices and slowly slid his hands and bare arms beneath hers to encircle her midsection and inspect her form.

She spoke the word "no" to his amusement and finally spoke of regret. At this he did what he had done only twice before since his child hood. He leaned his lips to her ear and pressed them to the small lobe.

"No pet." His deep rasping voice came, "I won't. .."

What he would do however would pale even in comparison to what the Lord had done. He left her to the hand madens and moved to embrace Isolda about the waist and press his lips to hers. His most nd full of spice and he pulled her tightly. He breathed in her scent as the enhanced sensations filled him with passion. He reached up and enclosed her neck with his hand as he pressed his lips to hers and then away to bite at her neck lightly. Finally he took his place beside her.

<<I will do as you command. >> he told her alone telepathically.

 

[The Hound]

[member="Darth Odium"] [member="Rosa Gunn"] [member="Darth Isolda"]

The ever vigilant hound stood in the shadows of his chosen. This ritual was one that he had neither the time nor the need to understand, though the presence of the Nautolan caused his stomach to turn. Something about him...It was as if he himself was a wound in the Force, unnatural he bent the and corrupted the Current of the Force.

His hands gripped his weapons tightly as he moved in and corrupted his Chosen with his touch. The slimy Nautolan's lips desecrated the sanctity of Her Chosen. He saw even some of the handmaidens cringed at this transgression. If she showed even the slightest bit of discomfort, the alien's head would meet the ground faster than he could blink.

 

[Darth Isolda]

Isolda's hand would trail across the tattoo'd olive visage, her nails driving indentations across his skin. A smirk would dance across her crimson lips, one that only grew at [member="Rosa Gunn"] 's transformation.

It was subtle, but it was there. The empath's mental shields would have shattered under [member="Darth Odium"]'s care, and his driving home of thousands of tortured souls would be enough to send anyone sensitive to their horror into a catatonic state. But the fact that Rosa was able to withstand it, flare with the energy amidst the Sith Lord in presence.

Her attention would spare a glance at [member="Vaermina"], a look would relay that he stay his hand. Then it would return to Rosa.

"There are no regrets with destiny," she would say, in a voice that some would think was a throaty, seductive sound, but for a few would fill with dread.

In this she would amplify the emotions that would surge throughout the chamber, for to create what would come to pass is to make the woman an addict much like Odium with the draining of the Force.

There was purpose in the annointed oils. In the clouds of carsunum. To overstimulate her to the fullest. To turn her into a Master of Dread.

To reforge her into an entity that would be a living embodiment of depravity.

 

[Rosa Gunn]

The handmaidens pressed closer to Rosa as she swayed slightly after Odium released her, not wanting the empath to fall. She reached out hands to clutch at limbs to steady herself, drawing in deep breaths, taking in more of the carsunum. Her mouth was dry, her movements felt dulled and slow, but her mind was alive. It flitted around the room, drinking in all within her range.

Despair from the silently crying souls that clung to Odium, passion and desire from Isolda, jealousy and devotion from Turin. Sweet Turin. Turin who she'd tried to save. Oh how that had backfired on her. Isolda's words drew amber eyes back to the Chosen of Vahl's slender figure, though she could still see Turin in her minds eye. See his fury and disgust. She drew on it, fed on it and made it her own, nails driving into the arm of the handmaiden she clutched to steady her.

"I write my own destiny." she replied coldly, though the words felt hot on her tongue "I will never be yours to control."

[member="Darth Isolda"] [member="Vaermina"] [member="Darth Odium"]

 

[Darth Odium]

Tangled mind and hollow heart, an expression pensive grew.
No grace divine, no storms allayed no savior's hand came soon.
Blackened eyes too crimson went as her eyes did violence breath.
The taste and touch of spirits pain within hates chest did seeth.
From whence could she so tangled find thoughts that spoke control.
When his gift and curse, his spiteful mind reached out to take their hold.

Odium's senses flared at the emotions rising in the woman. The scent of her mammalian pheromones carried more than her self-confident words ever could relate. His black eyes changed to crimson as the emptiness in him, the pit that he could never fill, the hunger he could never satiate begged him tale her...take them all.

His mind exploded with the unleashed desire to feed and invisible tendrils of death shot toward the hand maidens. A breath, a thought passed and they let the woman go and fell shrivled and gray to the floor. Their lives however were not enough, he was an addict that needed his fill. He soon began to want theirs lives. Who's? Everyones. The siprits withim him welcomed two more as his lips moved wordlessly in the silent incantation of sith sorcery, but he found it in himself to focus. He desires, pined, yearned for more but forced restraint and hated them all for their existence all the more. Anger filled him as his mind lashed out to crash agaisnt the woman's own and began showing her every life, every spirit of ever debauched unfettered diviant he had destroyed and bound. Her tried to fill her senses with desire, passion, pleasure-pain of giving in to her wants. And at last he showed her scenes of her own recent infidelity. Every word, and breath would replay in her too open mind along with his telepathic voice.

<<We don't want you controlled.>> he told her through it all, <<We want you set free.>>

 

[Darth Isolda]

[member="Rosa Gunn"] | [member="Darth Odium"]​

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"So you say," would come Isolda's purr. "For now, you will bear a new name." ​

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Power would roll and in that the Eye of the Dark Lord would seek guidance.​

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"You shall bath in fear. Decandance. Depravity. In this you shall become an embodiment of fear itself. "​

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Her head would cant to the side "A Weaver of Nightmears... bearing the Seed of Rage within her very womb."​

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That power would pulse.​

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"Spin ever downward. Fall. "​

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"For within that dark abyss you shall find a new title to don that mask of Dread.."​

 

[Rosa Gunn]

Rosa let out a short pained scream as the maidens fell about her, their fear and pain so close it was her own. She was exposed, like a nerve ending sensitive to every pitch and rise in those around her. Odium was like a blade, hacking away at the exposed wound with expert precision. Her knees collapsed beneath her and she clutched at her head as he overwhelmed her. Breath came in short sharp gasps as what little morality she had left tried to cling on.

Then images of him flickered past her mind. "Stop it." she whispered. His desire, his hunger became her own, devouring at her heart, consuming her soul. She lifted her eyes, glowing with fury as Isolda spoke. The last thread of hope slid from her mind as she gave into to the hunger. The power pulsed around Isolda and Rosa wanted it, she wanted to use it to make them scream. She wanted them all to fall upon their knees and beg for mercy.

But they would come at her in droves, a never ending wave of hatred that would drown her. Rosa responded to both of them in the only way she could as amber eyes shifted to red. A force scream ripped from her lips, carrying with it her anger and fear, expunging it in the only way she could.

Her forehead came to rest upon the cold flagstones, exhaustion rippling over her, swiftly followed by another rising torrent of emoiton. It was unrelenting, unforgiving. Slowly she pushed herself upright, hunger knawing at her once again.

"I want to hear them scream."

[member="Darth Isolda"] [member="Darth Odium"] [member="Vaermina"]

 

[Darth Odium]

[member="Rosa Gunn"] [member="Darth Isolda"] [member="Vaermina"]

His eyes like crimson orbs of swirling malevolence as he looked at the huddled form of the woman. Her pale flesh and slender form.

'Wretched thing' he thought before the scream erupted from her hate choked throat. He was knocked back from the force of her tormented cry. Blood ran from his nose and ears as he took his feet nearly at the same moment that she did. His tongue licked away the blood on his lips as he reveled in the pain she had caused him. It made him feel alive, real, he wanted more. He wanted her to lose control, lash out he wanted her to desired his life, or to take hers. He looked at Isolda and the woman and stayed his hand again. The hunger was strong.

<<Make them.>> he taunted. <<Make them scream the way he made you...then take their lives...I can show you how...do you want to feel the hunger subside?>>

He knew what it was to desire, to be consumed by the need to feel the edge taken off and he hated her for what she would be.

<<Do you desire fear? Hmm...woman? Passion, Anger....hate? Do you want..physical satisfaction? hmm? Do you want to feel that power again?>>

He would never let her forget now. It was too fun.

 

[Darth Isolda]

[member="Darth Odium"] [member="Rosa Gunn"]​

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All the while Isolda would feed her power and that of the Dark Lord onto Odium.​

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He would be the catalyst to form Rosa into the Dread Master of prophecy.​

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A living phobis device​

 

[The Hound]

The Force scream was the last straw. The safety of his Chosen came before all else, and this experiment had gone on long enough. Accursed Odium and his damned souls that hung round his neck. His silver blade activated with a snap-hiss, the Force propelling him up and over the handmaidens and before this new creature.

The blade hovered near her cheek, illuminating her face with a bright white light. "The only screaming you will hear is your own, should you endanger our Chosen again, wench."

[member="Darth Isolda"] [member="Darth Odium"] [member="Rosa Gunn"]

 

[Darth Odium]

[member="Rosa Gunn"] [member="Darth Isolda"] [member="Vaermina"]

Odium smiled at the Hound. So noble, so loyal, so...a wicked grin crossed his dry olive lips.

<<Can you feel him, Rosa...full of anger, hate, malevolent thought mixed with fierce loyalty. Tantilizing is it not?>> He smiled, <<Can you taste it on the air....do you want to? Reach for him drink and be satisfied. His lost love...he hasn't forgotten make him fear and feed on his pain.>>

 

[Rosa Gunn]

The shiver of excitement that ran through Odium made Rosa sick. He relished in the pain, he did not shy from it and for that, for her inability to touch him she would forever hate him. His hunger rose, encouraging the beast from within her to rise in response. Hands trembled as she tried to fight against it, against the rising darkness, but it was already consuming her. Lips curled back in a feral snarl in response to his baiting but Turin was before her before she could react.

I feel it. I feel it all.

She licked her lips, yearning to attack Odium, wanting to simply end him but knowing that if she did, she would not be satisfied. Her hand snapped for the lightsaber, fingers curling about it without so much as a blister rising. She pulled the blade outwards, stepping in close her other hand grasped Turin's throat. His mind was easy now, the cracks we like great canyons. She'd been in once, she could get in again.

And so she did, reaching, to the darkest corners she pulled his fears to the front of his mind.

I swear to you, you will be the first to die. You traitorous bastard. I will end your life as if it was nothing. You are nothing but a dog on a leash.

As her voice rung through his mind gold light spread form Rosa's eyes, eager and hungry to take what had been so gallantly offered. Somewhere inside, Rosa was weeping.

[member="Darth Odium"] [member="Vaermina"] [member="Darth Isolda"]

 

[Darth Isolda]

[member="Rosa Gunn"] [member="Darth Odium"] [member="Vaermina"]

Everything had the perfect time. Their perfect role. A function. It was all the will of the Goddess. In this Isolda would watch with glee.


Everything had a purpose.

The Hound's rage would fuel that of the One who shall be a reincarnated version of those of old; A Dread Master. One of many. The Weaver of Nightmares.


Each action, each additive layer added upon to weave that twisted depravity would further corrupt Rosa into the new entity and vessel of fear she would become.

 

[The Hound]

The blade sizzled for a moment, the tutamis master's ability denying the concentrated plasma of its role. His eyes filled with surprise and terror at what he saw before him. No more was she the helpful doctor, no more was she the loving wife, no more was she a protector of the weak.

No more was she Rosa.

Now as the realization dawned on him, his body froze in fear as her hands gripped his throat, the Dark Side fueling her as it fueled every one of them. He couldn't breath and as she ripped through his mental defenses she brought with her the new darkness she carried. She blew through the dark storm that brewed within and shattered the chains that held Him in check. The red haired beast she had battled before now merely stood and glared at her presense within the mind it now inhabited.

With a ghastly roar she dragged the beast to the front of his mind sending shivers down his spine and bringing up a cold sweat. His heart pounded and he began to convulse. His eyes faded and as the Beast of Vahl feasted on its vessel's mind, the last of Turin Val Kur was caged in that black storm, forever to be tormented.

[member="Darth Isolda"] [member="Rosa Gunn"] [member="Darth Odium"]