You are Not Special

[Onrai]

"Dammit."

These were the first words to come from the mouth of Circe - or rather, the ethereal mouth. She was but an illusion now, a cosmic projection of her consciousness, sitting in the state between life and death a powerful Sith spirit typically existed in. Her spirit returned to the laboratory, where the Vinithi bodies were stored, waiting to greet her companion, the only person(sans Ashe) who evidently had true care for her. Ayra had lied to her - her promises were now empty.

It was time to see what Silara would do to bring her back.

[member="Silara Vantai"]

 

[Ellie Mors]

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Among the Sith, she was perhaps the least well-known and was particularly well-versed with manipulation and the arts of Sorcery, even though she had yet to achieve the title of Sith Lord - something she was saving until a certain pureblood was dead. She was a incapable of trust, unable to feel for another, and only sought to destroy everything she loved systematically - though those whom had studied her in her youth believed she was unable to comprehend the meaning behind what she attempted. Yet here she was, standing amidst the laboratory a puppet of hers had built to house her belongings in the instance of her untimely death. Had she been capable of giving remorse this late in her life perhaps she would have cried over the way she used Circe and simply allowed her to be killed right beside her without so much as a flinch, but all she could have brought herself to do at the moment of the Sith Lord's death was smile cruelly and knowingly - she knew that the force ghost of her unknowing tool would make her way back here, a place that she had visited once before with the previously brunette.

The reason she had came here, other than to ensure that Circe would not seek out one of the other bodies that had been kept for emergencies such as this, was to bring further use from the Sith Lord, seeing potential in their.. mutual attraction. Certainly their physical relations would have to stop for a while, as what she had prepared - perceiving such an event as what occurred in the Dark Lord's throne room through the extensive visions of betrayal through the force, although she had thought she would have been the one to strike her down and under different circumstances. But here she found herself, the Witch of the One Sith standing at the end of a long hall, with an addition she had made during Circe's absence, staring at the back of a durasteel stasis tube which only had one view point, one which faced the wall. She reached her hand out and touched its icy wall and her expression softened, her spare hand touching her abdomen where she had been damaged beyond repair and miscarriaged while on Empress Teta. It was the secret she never shared, that she wanted to forget, but sitting in the stasis tube directly infront of her was the grown clone of a culture of DNA spliced together by a planet that literally specialized in such things. The culture of genetic material was gathered from the ruined fetus of her unborn child, her own DNA, and of [member="Enigma"]'s own body in secret during their intimate night together after she had awoken.

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Silara was certainly not one to be sentimental, but the pain she felt in her heart when she had to be altered to a sithspawn and experience brutal surgery to remove her ruined organs, to see the jarring form of her unborn child laid out on a steel table beside her, it crushed what little compassion she had left in her, leaving a gaping hole in her heart to know that she had killed her own child, a child whom could have been greater than she ever was, either a Sith Lord or a master of the Force and its mysteries, and was forever unable to bear children. As a mother, even for carrying the child for a mere four months, it was enough to push her so far into the embrace of the Dark Side that she found herself obsessed with the Dark Lord and his seemingly infinite power, hoping that perhaps she could bring a child into this world, and would be so grateful if it were .. his.

She shook her head and let out a sharp breath, feeling the presence of the puppet that would be stuffed into her daughter's cloned body, as she turned. "I didn't do anything then, Circe, and I do not expect you to forgive me, but in return for your trust, showing me this place and returning, I have given you a treasure that remains as the last jewel in my heart. You will have no second chances after this, for if you ruin... if you ruin her I will be the one to end you." Silara spoke out, as if her words could be heard by the unseen spectre that haunted her as she moved around the stasis chamber and looked into the tank's view port, looking into the floating body of what would be her daughter's replacement, as well as the newest vessel for her toy.

Her head turned, as if looking at a visible woman standing, or floating, beside her. "She was my daughter, and she is all I have left. If there is anyone I loved most in my life it was her." She explained, gesturing towards the slumbering figure of a young woman floating before her. "From today on you will never, ever, refer to yourself as Circe, once you have entwined with her you will become someone else, and I will not​ accept no for an answer. If you fail to live with this body... I cannot guarantee I will be .. pleased." Silara said softly, stressing the importance of a new identity while also admiring the beauty of her cloned daughter's face. A light smile fluttered across her lips and her softened expression almost seemed.. happy? Sad? In either case, she knew what was to be expected of Miss Savan. She would want to continue their relationship, and that was perfectly fine with her - at least with her broken mind that no longer gave a kark what the galaxy or her broken moral compass said. "Get going, love, I'm giving you everything for your continued trust." She added impatiently, tapping the rejection pad with her palm to release the lock on the machine to drain the fluid from the inside and open the front panel to expose the unconscious body that now was positioned to lay backwards on the slanted back wall. There was another step she wished to perform once the essence transfer was complete - something requiring a complex use of the Dark Side of the Force and its arcane expressions, which she had been practicing with her Master. She'd wait until she was conscious for that, as it would be suitable for punishment.

 

[Onrai]

Circe did what Circe normally did when she lost a body - she returned into the stasis chamber, her spirit possessing the body that was there. Except the body that was there - all bodies looked alike to spirits - wasn't the one she had placed. And as her eyes opened, the tank opening and emptying, she smiled, stretching and...

"Wait." She paused, flexing her pale arms as far back as they could go - she could feel their bones grinding up in the shoulder. "This isn't right. A VInithi isn't supposed to..." She then looked in the mirror, gasping. "Oh Force, I have blonde hair. Another insult those assholes can toss at me - I'm blonde, therefore I must be a stupid bimbo who only wants to jump on guys and girls alike."

She turned to Silara, a smile on her face as she stepped forward, giving the woman a solid hug for being the only person here to witness her revival. "Immortality. The key isn't to have bodies - it's about a strong spirit. The power of one's spirit determines the level of control you have over a new body."

She paused, testing out all her motor functions once more. "I seem alright. I suppose this means we need to go back to work?"

[member="Silara Vantai"]

 

[Ire'Rain Sekairo]

UNKNOWN:
Circe's Laboratory: Time Unknown
[member="Enigma"], [member="Silara Vantai"]

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Of course she had died. These days it hardly seemed like the plant lady went a week without ending up in the morgue. Or, like this time, simply exploding. How many times had she come to some demise? Probably at least a dozen by now. It's not like anyone was still bothering to count. Especially not Circe's not-daughter. No, the raven-haired girl had simply grown tired of her not-mother's countless errors. Sometimes she even found herself hating her savior. Those moments were brief- noticed only by those who saw the flickering of anger in her eyes. But they couldn't even begin to understand the relationship Ire'Rain had with the Sith. It had always been an odd one. More recently it had changed even more. They were a not-family, along with being apprentice and master. Yet the Epicanthix already belonged to another Lord. The whole thing was really rather complicated. Yet it still paled in comparison to Circe's ability to come back from the dead.... along with her ability to irritate anything that moved. Oh, how she annoyed her not-daughter to no end. If they weren't family... if Circe hadn't once called Ven'Rain Sekairo her true love... Things would be very different.

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A prosthetic hand clasped onto a doorknob. It turned the metal, pushing the door aside with unnecessary force. She was still adjusting to her new hand. Maybe, if she was lucky, Circe would want to shake it and she could accidentally break it as punishment... That would be wondrous. For now she simply stalked forward, going to meet the only person in- no. There was another here. Who could it...? No. Of course Circe had chosen that one to help bring her back. Silara freaking Vantai. She who had taken the real-aunt's place. She who stood where Ven once had. Oh how Ire held such ire for this one. No matter how much she tried to accept the witch... she couldn't. This one had scooped up a position she was not worthy of. Or so thought the Sekairo. With every ounce of willpower she had, Ire stopped herself from frowning, or throwing her new fist into the other woman's face. Now was not the time to rid the galaxy of one dark-sided whore. Nor was it the time to anger the not-mother.

"Now what is this? I do not believe this is the body we had prepared for you. And who is this one? Wait... Hmm." With pursed lips she paused her monotone monologue. Surely there was a simple way to express her displeasure? Ah, yes, that would do. As she slid across the floor she continued speaking. All the while their was no noticeable emotion in her voice. But in her eyes one could detect traces of anger... and just the slightest bit of attraction. What? Ever since Elani's death the girl had been rather lonely. This one, as she had decided to refer to Silara as, was indeed attractive. More than that... she had an air of darkness to her. Just the sort of thing Ire typically looked for in a companion. But her hatred clearly outweighed whatever interest she had for the girl. "I assume this one is here because of the cleavage? She doesn't look very large or anything like Ven, so the title of 'meatshield' is obviously out of the question. Or is she simply rather acceptable in bed?" Ire asked, as if this one wasn't currently in the room.

Really, it was rather immature of her. Enough so that she had earned a slap from Circe- and from this one even more so. However, she simply, rather obviously, did not care. Once upon a time her aunt had been in love with the not-plant. Together they had been in love. It was something the Epicanthix had hated to see fall apart. Especially so soon after the loss of her own darling... Now this... this wretched thing dared take her family's place?!? Such an event was not allowed. Certainly not as long as she was around to do something about it.... But that was the thing. There wasn't anything she could do. Nothing besides complain, spit out stupid insults, and try to drive the woman away. Perhaps, she thought, I shall have to give up on this. For a moment she considered it. Just a moment. And then she looked at this one, sizing her up, trying to determine what she wanted. With that she decided to continue her current set of actions. Even if she felt like she didn't even need to do anything for the 'couple' to break up. It was simply in her nature.

"Either way... welcome back, not-mother."

 

[Ellie Mors]

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She accepted the embrace with no significant apprehension, although she wanted to beat the woman for ignoring the biggest point that was to be made. She'd parted her lips to speak when she heard the opening of a door to the chambers, echoing across the empty expanse without much difficulty, which caused her head to immediately swivel to the source of the interruption, a younger woman whom she recalled having watched lose a hand to a rather brutish "Sith", a bestial Gendai known as Kezeroth. The image that she perceived of the younger woman was absolutely delicious to her - the sight of frustrated confusion, annoyance, and loathing. Jealousy was somewhere in the mix, but the immediate words that left the woman's lips confirmed her suspicions. 'Look at it, a wretched mess, one who speaks through feeling rather than thought, but follows conducts expected by them out of fealty. Such a pathetic sort, with those longing eyes. Such stoic expressions cannot mask the burning embers in those eyes, nor the disgust in her voice.' Came the hiss of her thoughts. Merely the words that were spoken and the body language the woman made were more than enough to give away the absolute loathing held for the relationship between Silara and Circe - not that it mattered, as by putting the [member="Enigma"] in a body that was unsuitable for such lascivious desires she had effectively cut off their relationship at the head.

Had she not recognized the spare as nothing but the pathetic apprentice of Vornskr, regardless of how much she respected him, Silara would have perhaps been insulted, but the memory of the Epicanthix' hand being removed by such a horrible example of swordplay on Kezeroth told her that the younger woman was of no threat to her - not when she outclassed the Gendai in every method that he had known to try to assail her with in the past - and merely earned the raven haired woman with an amused expression on her part. "So you have a daughter, Circe?" She asked coyly, eyeing the brazen woman with unabashed curiosity. Tilting her head slightly to the side, drawing parallels in her composure and posture with a tamed beast. One needn't know much about the Sith to know that she was a beast with the face of beauty - the aura of the Dark Side that literally seeped from her pored did more than clarify that fact well enough on their own. Returning her gaze, now steely, to Circe, she allowed a fleeting smile to momentarily appear on her lips as she raised her right hand and touched it to the woman's chest. "And as for your completely unwarranted audacity in the Throne Room, Circe, I feel this is punishment enough." Silara said coquettishly, as an arc of blue light lit up the immediate space between the two Sith and culminated in a brief and restricting flash of force lightning. "You inhabit the body of my deceased daughter's clone. You will not ruin your final chance at life." She added, her words cold and coarse, emphasizing the importance of absolute secrecy and civility. She would not allow Circe to ruin both another chance at life and the hard-paid clone of her daughter, something she was not entirely capable of creating anew at the drop of the hat if this woman were to bite the bullet yet again.

[member="Ire'Rain Sekairo"]

 

[Onrai]

"If you insist." That was all Circe could say at the moment, still testing her body. "Might as well introduce you to my adopted daughter. Silara, Irene. Irene, Silara." She continued to stand there, them walked towards a nearby console. "Just need to run some tests for this body. Please, chat amongst yourselves. I insist." She smiled, grinning.

"And yes, Ire, her bosom is divine."

[member="Silara Vantai"] [member="Ire'Rain Sekairo"]

 

[Ire'Rain Sekairo]

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The divine nature of this one's assets was, for once, not something she found herself interested in. Instead she took that moment to finish looking over her not-mother's new body. Hmm. It was rather disgusting, in several ways. Most prominent was the fact that Circe now appeared younger than her not-childe. Even worse... the body held the same DNA as Silara's own daughter. Which, in an odd sort of technical, logic-driven way, meant that the Sith Knight now had a granddaughter. One roughly three years younger than her. That was rather disturbing. Of course if one thought normally the situation was just a little off. Just like much of the existences that these three experienced. Yes, all three were pretty much nuts. They had been through quite a lot as well. Each having some sort of catalyst for their madness. Then again, most people did. Sith seemed especially fond of horrific back stories.

Ire thought back to the Throne Room for a moment. Thinking of her first time meeting 'this one'. Anger threatened to show on her face, but she forced it down. Quietly she glanced at her not-mother, forcing a simple smile, followed by a simple nod. Then she turned to Ven's replacement. Surprisingly... the smile stayed. Just not for the reasons one would think. Her hallucinations were bound to show up at some point. Eske was rather excited to meet this one again. The 'demonic' apparition thought she had a lovely aura. A sort of... darkness just floating all around her. It reminded him of Elani! And so the little scribble monster told his mistress just that. What reaction he was expecting and what he received were two different things. Within a second Ire's smile faded and it looked like she was looking past the woman once more. Perhaps she was. Back to the night of the Dark Lord's death she went... Softly, quietly. There were still some details of that day that she could benefit from... Now she simply had to remember. How had that day gone? Who had been there?... Ah, yes...

Spoiler: Kezeroth the Irritating

The beast.

Spoiler: Kezeroth the Irritating

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A monstrous Gendai with one thing on his mind: Revenge. When the Dark Lord fell, he had been so angered. That was supposed to be his kill! Rage filled his heart as he went to strike. Standing in front of him were two beings: Ire'Rain Sekairo and Daella Apparine. The latter had done something horrific. She deserved death! So thought the giant. He had rushed forward to cut her into pieces. Unsurprisingly he hadn't cared about the others there. Not Silara and her shouting, not Ire and her offer of assistance, not even the Dark Lord's corpse. Tunnel vision overcame him. Quickly the beast went to attack... only to find his blade sinking into the wrong flesh. This wasn't his target! He kept going, only to have his blade taken, his pride spoiled, and his reputation destroyed.

Yes, he had been the one who made her want to leave. Had he not interrupted... perhaps Ire could have assisted Circe. But no, that wouldn't have been wise. Nor would it have been likely. She would have lent the others her strength. Together they'd have caused both Junra and [member="Enigma"] to meet their demise. Two apprentices would have killed their masters. How would Silara have reacted? Would she have tried to stop Ire, or have a new hatred for her?... That was a good question. Mentally the Epicanthix frowned. She'd have to think back once more, this time about a different person... One she hated and 'loved' at the same time: [member="Silara Vantai"]

Spoiler: Silara the Devious

The magnificent bastard.

Spoiler: Silara the Devious

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A cunning lass capable of outwitting even the wittiest of witty whippersnappers who found herself with a broken mind. What did Ire remember hearing about her?... Something about killing her own parents. Just another typical Sith story. Yet she wasn't your average baby-killing nerf herder. Not even in the least. Instead she prided herself on a vast amount of intelligence. The woman carried herself well, a flurry of darkness that seemed to block out the light around it. This one was a beast of evil. Some of that showed in the way she stared at the Dark Lord with a sense of longing. What did she want, Ire wondered, from him? Did she want his love, his attention, his teaching? Or did she want to be him? Now we think back to the man's death...

We stare at her this time. Fury fills her eyes as she screams. Panic, of a sort, seems to fill her. Her mind lays like an open book. Ever briefly it touches that of a young Epicanthix. The contact lasts but a second. Neither seem aware. No, for they have bigger things to focus on. Before the woman can strike down the traitor another soul tries. A Gendai. Loud, obnoxious, unable to control his emotions. How does the woman look upon him? We move closer, trying to figure out. First she appears confused. She stares at the shell of the Dark Lord. Then she seems to size up those around her. Her gaze locks on three: Vornskr. Junra. Reverance. Of course we note this, note her realizing who stands as the strongest. How easy would it have been for her to turn to them? To become a pawn yet again?

She denies the three. The Dark Lord had been the only one she had cared for. These were fools! Idiots who could not ever take his place! How dare any of them even consider doing so?!? Oh, the woman was becoming furious! We must step back, lest we get sucked into the madness. The one known as Silara appeared to break free of her chains. How long would that last? If an evil as great as the old Lord were to resurface... what would she do? Maybe she thought about that. Maybe she didn't. There was little time for such considerations. Kezeroth demanded attention, demanded a resolution to this conflict. With a tremendous amount of rage she went to cut him down. Briefly she spoke about him. Calling him a worthless being, someone who's existence was pointless. Then she mumbled once more...

What had she said?
"Such a pathetic creature..." Yes, that had been it. But who did she direct the comment to? Ire? Kezeroth? The others who showed such weakness? That was something that we did not know. So we moved forward. Carefully. Cautiously. Events, big and small, continued to unfold. With every passing moment the blonde reminded us of someone even more... It was clear she reminded some one else as well.

Ah, yes. Parallels were drawn between Silara and Elani. Small things at first, gradually growing into bigger ones. And so Ire mourned their first meeting. Felt such a great sadness at the way things had gone. What had their chances turned into? She pushed the thought aside as she turned to speak to her not-mother. "Do you not care about what has been done to you? What you are being subjected to? I know this pales in comparison to your past, but still!... This is why I have grown to hate love... it is such a weakness..." She started out loud. Confident. But the longer the spoke the softer she got, until she could barely even hear herself. She thought of her old love. Of herself... Of those who almost were. Then her mind seemed to open. All of the demons she associated herself with flew about the room, visible only to those willing to see them. They threatened to destroy her. But she did not move. Did not falter. There were still two she had to think about.

Spoiler: Daella the Almost

The traitor.

Spoiler: Daella the Almost

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A beautiful blonde who's actions nearly destroyed the Sith. No words had been exchanged between her and Ire. Yet the latter had felt such a strong something when she gazed upon her. Potential had been there, she told herself, for something great. So she had defended the traitor. Protected the one who nearly caused her death. Even when the Epicanthix's 'Master' had moved to kill Junra... she had stood by the woman. Softly, quietly. As a shadow offering a last moment of comfort. She had tried her best to let that almost-friend blossom into something magnificent. Perhaps even an almost-love...

But Daella didn't want any of it. Or she did not have the time to consider it. Ire's thoughts had been but a dream. They were never meant to have anything. What she attempted to force upon the other woman... the connection she so desperately tried to create... ended up breaking her. In the end Apparine got what was coming to her, and still managed to enact her revenge. Whether or not she wished it... she would plague her almost-healer for years to come. Especially with the way she fell out of the window, time slowing down around her, slowly accepting her fate. In the end she did step down from her place as an almost-nothing. Ire was filled with hope... only to find herself with an almost-enemy...

Now she had nothing protecting her mind. In fact... she was subconsciously inviting those present to scour every piece of her. As always her thoughts were built up like a mighty fortress. Like those you could find on Panatha. Walls were being placed all around the center castle... but the gates were all open. A golden carpet lead from the entrance straight to the middle parts. No prodding was needed to know what lie inside her heart... the real issue was finding out what was real and what wasn't. And what you believed to be true. Ire froze on the outside, a statue of insanity. Inside she was a whirlwind of every sort of emotion. She thought. She breathed. She existed.

Spoiler: Ire the Lost

The distraught.

Spoiler: Ire the Lost

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Elani Zambrano stood in front of her, smiling a devious smile, as always. She was older than her counterpart by several years. Some would consider the relationship disturbing. But everything else about the lass already was, it did not matter. Her hand reached out to stroke this one's cheek gently. Then she leaned forward, pressing her lips to this one's. After a minute she pulled back. Still grinning. Still smirking. As always.

"Oh, Ire... Won't you join me for just one meal? I promise you'll enjoy it. You can taste their misery..." She said to this one. Her meaning was clear. The Zambrano was a cannibal. Just like she was all of those years ago, when they had first met on Ord Mantell...

Spoiler: I Love You

Where was she? Where was my love? Fire filled this wretched world and she was nowhere to be seen! ELANI! ELANI! WHERE ARE YOU?!? Please come back to me... please please please! Why have you left me? You promised we'd be together for as long as life existed!... Elani... please, come back to me... I swear I'll keep searching... always, forever...

Spoiler: I Love You

Ire collapsed, face hitting the ashes. Quietly she mumbled...
I love you, Elani...

What had her response been? She had been asked to partake in these 'meals' before. Before Elani's first disappearance. Now the woman's hunger was overwhelming... This one didn't know what to do. What to say. This one's love gave her another kiss, refusing to let her answer, before pulling her towards the dining room... The memory went blank.

Spoiler: Ire the Mad

She took a bite. Gently. Slowly. Savoring the flavor with a smile. This was perhaps the best meal she had shared with Elani in some time. For once the Zambrano hadn't tried to pressure this one into eating the flesh of her own kind. No, instead they ate separate dishes. That did not make them any less of a couple. Any less together. They simply had different tastes.

Spoiler: Ire the Mad

But this one paused. Something was off about the meat. It dawned on her that she hadn't asked what kind it was. She swallowed hard. Then she put down her fork, turning to look at her dark lover. One eyebrow, one perfect eyebrow, raised. Elani silently questioned this one.

"What kind of meat is it, honey?" She asked, head tipping to the side. Worry filled her. Bits of anger threatened to creep into her soul. Had her love done what she thought she had done?

"That of a minor noble. He was such a bore at dinner last night, so I asked father if I could have him. At least part of him turned out to be-" Elani didn't have a chance to finish. This one spit out her food, trying to cough as much of it up as she could. Panic filled her as she pushed away from the table. She tried to deny what she had down before flipping the table, letting the plates crash to the floor. Glass split open her hands. With wide eyes this one dashed out of the room. She spent the next four nights alone in her 'home'. Elani didn't bother speaking to her in that time.

She used other means of communication.

Spoiler: You Belong to Me

Yet another flower found itself on my bed. This one was wilting even more than the last. Bits of blood ruined the beauty of it. One whiff let me know that this too was doused with chemicals. Substances meant to try and 'lighten my mood'. House Zambrano was trying to keep me as theirs. I knew it was working... Minutes later another gift arrived. Elani had sent chocolates. How could I take food from her? Once the servant was gone I screeched. Then the container was cast out the window, breaking the glass with ease. Damn...

Spoiler: You Belong to Me

Ire frowned, starting to put the pieces together again, like a puzzle. She ignored the blood covering her hands.

One day this one quietly left her room. It was just past the middle of the night. Wordlessly she slipped into Elani's room. Only the sound of breathing was heard as she slid into the bed. A happy sigh left the Zambrano as she felt her lover return. She rolled over... claiming the Sekairo as hers once more.

Spoiler: Ire the Desperate

Gone. Gone again! Elani was missing. Never came back from an important mission. Hundreds searched for her. Thousands waited for any sign of her. This one was not allowed to assist. Instead she stayed at the castle, taking care of the younger house members. They relied on her to keep them hopeful. She did her job well.

Elani returned after a month. Her demeanor was colder than usual. Even to this one. What was wrong? Ire held her close, shook her, asked her why she refused to speak. It took five men to pull her away from the royal woman's corpse.

Four days later they prepared her body for cremation. Science had kept it just as wondrous as it had been before her demise. Fresh... meat far from spoiling. Skin soft. Flesh so welcoming... This one stared at her as she was given the opportunity to say her last words to her love. Everyone else left the room. It was just the two of them again. As it was supposed to be. A deep desire filled the younger of them. With such a hunger she looked upon her love. Then she leaned down, coming ever close to the woman...

What did you believe Ire to be? What did she do at that point?
Who was she?

Spoiler: Ire the Cannibal

Her teeth sunk into skin. It was an odd sensation. One she hadn't experienced before. Elani always told her that cooked bodies were better than raw, but she hadn't been expecting this. Disgust filled her soul. Yet she continued. Our eyes were averted. Only a few sounds were heard. No one from the other rooms came in. They respected her need to be with her love. They had no idea what she was doing. No idea of the atrocities she committed.

Spoiler: Ire the Cannibal

But in time they realized something was off. Two entered the room. One nearly slipped on the blood-soaked floor. Shouts filled the air. Ire spun around with a terrifying amount of speed. Her purple lightsaber came to life and ended their existence. Terror filled the complex. What was left of Elani was placed into the cremation machine. Ire fled.

Spoiler: Ire the Loving

Her lips pressed softly to the woman's forehead. She didn't say a word as she turned away, leaving the room. As she walked away she heard the servants mumbling. But she didn't pay attention. No. Inside her mind she replayed every moment she could remember of Elani. It wasn't until she heard her lover's name near the castle's exit that she raised her head. There were two maids gossiping about her love.

Spoiler: Ire the Loving

Snap-hiss. A red blade popped into existence and she killed them both, rage filling her heart. Panic filled her. In response her demons were unleashed upon those present. Terror filled the complex. The horrific beauty that was- that had been- Elani Zambrano was placed into the cremation machine. Ire fled.

The deed was done.

Spoiler: Ire the Question

What happened to her? What did she become?

Spoiler: Ire the Question

Spoiler: Ire the Devoted

The caring.

A loving childe who's defining characteristic was another person. A dead person. She had felt nothing but love in the end for Elani. So even in her self-caused exile she protected the Zambranos. Prior to her beloved's death she had sworn allegiance to her, to Kaine. While she was absent the rest of House Sekairo followed suit. From the shadows she guided her kin to glory. Two houses united to rule over Panatha. In time Ire rejoined them, revealing herself to her kind, helping her Master once more. Memories of Elani kept her going.

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What do you believe?

Spoiler: Ire the Magnificent

The liar.

Spoiler: Ire the Magnificent

A hateful woman who had loved only Elani. A dead person. She felt nothing but hatred when it came to anyone else- especially her 'Master', Kaine. So in her self-caused retreat she did her best to keep those she hated least alive. That meant the Sekairos. Prior to her beloved's death she had sworn allegiance to her, to the Zambranos, as a sign of her affection. The rest of her house foolishly followed suit. From the shadows she guided her kin, helping them make only the best choices. And they rose to glory. Two houses united to rule over Panatha. But of course the Zambranos took the top spot. In time Ire grew to resent them as a whole. Yet she revealed herself once more, going to help her 'Master', bound by a love she no longer knew.

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What do you believe?

It was done.

Her eyes shot open, seeming to glow a light purple. They showed no emotion. Without a trace of feeling she turned to her not-grandmother, the other this one, and spoke. Quietly. Softly. As always. As was meant to be. "You may call me Ire. Everyone else does." And everyone else had.