Master of Fear
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Corazona von Ascania
EQUIPMENT: Finest Black Robe
He hardly felt it.
Just a slight prick, skin breaking as vile poison entered his veins.
"When one seeks to understand suffering, there is no better test subject than their own flesh."
Oh yes, Nefaron had carried out countless experiments on himself in the decades that led up to this moment. All were risks, all sought to test not only the Dark Side but one's willingness to live over all else. Pain was the greatest teacher in this regard, as many beings might beg for the release of death under such intense torture. But Nefaron overcame this very human response, becoming ever more monstrous in the process. Yet this simple plant had sought to harm him, and so revenge was to be swift and brutal.
The same hand that was pricked suddenly and violently gripped the spiner plant, its thorns and tendrils reacting in defense only to be snuffed out by an ever-tightening hand. Black blood leaked from the closed fist of the Sith Lord, poison met poison as life seeped away from the defenseless plant. Nefaron did not bother to hide the cruel smile on his face, the pain fueling his own Darkness to the point of near ecstasy, or at least ecstasy as Nefaron experienced it. In the end, the grip relaxed and the Corpse Lord triumphed, allowing the dead plant to fall back to the ground, a black spot in an otherwise beautiful garden. There was no saving this specimen, for Nefaron had made it a cruel reflection of his own dark heart.
"My lady, you continue to surprise me. Were I lesser than I am, such a wound might have killed me! While you may be applauded for such an action, I'm afraid murder is still murder. Or would you claim this to be but an accident?"
Nefaron's gaze met Corazona's, and where Nefaron saw life in her blue orbs there was only emptiness in his white orbs. In truth, whatever shred of humanity Nefaron had died with his mother, and he didn't seem all that bothered by the loss.
"Accident or no, you have expressed that darkness in your heart. I need not see into your mind to glimpse it, for you have made it manifest before me, and oh how beautiful it is."
The Dark Lord's gaze drifted from her eyes to the very hands that brought life, only now noticing that she wore a ring. Unfortunately, Lady Corazona had clearly forgotten that Countess Leclerc bore no such bauble on her hand. No, this was a part of Corazona that she bore openly and passionately. It was such a simple thing, a tug of his fingers to draw the ring from its secure place to his own palm. Naturally, Jedi reap what they sow, the very same hand that had been so bloodied by the spiner plant now coveted the ring, black blood coating it as Nefaron held it up to examine it fully.
"Excellent craftmanship. The stone is a thing of beauty, only fitting for one so lovely as yourself. Expressions of love tend to be oh-so heartwarming, I must wonder how you came across such a thing. Clearly, your first marriage did not produce such a beautiful thing, but..."
The Corpse Lord allowed the implication to hang in the air between them, his gaze returning to the Jedi Princess as a knowing grin appeared on his lipless face.
"You must tell me who he is. I would very much enjoy meeting him."
